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and baby wil falland baby will fall when termites eat away at the legs of her crib. where was momma? asleep, wrapped up in a blanket of insecurity, irresponsibility and with her head laid on a pillow of problems covered with a pillow case sewn together with depression medications and booze. Where was daddy? Sitting at a desk surrounded by mountains of paper work, drowning in his own stress and still downing highly caffeinated coffee laced with some drug that hasn't even been invented yet.
Baby screams in her inability to form words and lays on the floor of her room with the wooden shards of her crib around her and her binky just out of her reach. I find her just in time. It's my job to protect her, when those who are supposed to never try. Baby in one arm, and broom in the other, i sweep the room clean of all debris and any trace of how badly baby needs a normal, family. Baby has binky and is finally consoled, and falls asleep on my shoulder.
rockabye baby because i will never be a mother as
art is emotion. not pain.you know that statue of the muscular man holding the world on his shoulders? yeah the one where he has this pained look on his face, because he's trying to hold up the entire universe. i bet as soon as he picked it up, he wanted to put it right back down, but he knew he couldnt. A couple years ago i went to a museum with my parents and i saw him there. I couldve sworn i saw a tear of pure marble fall from the centuries still tear ducts. He must've been surprised to see a 13 year old girl walk over to him and hold out her arms. To take it from him. TO finally have relief. Relief from billions of people screaming at him every second to support them and hold them higher. Listen to their problems even though they would rebuff his advice. GIve him all their shit, when he never deserved it. Take him for granted and never offer to help him. Maybe a person or two would talk to him, but not for long. They would just revert back to all their typical behavior. Im surprised he never cracked. But H
hark to my heartI walk across this quad in a fog, treating the dum dum pop in my mouth like a cigar, my attempt to act tough and unaffected is obstructed by my naturally awkward physique and my obviously unhappy thoughts depicted by my oh so transparent face. i live through this day with my auras blocked by anxiety, worry, frustration, and pain. but my optimism kicks in and i pray. that it'll all be ok. and that it'll get better. i surround myself with good feelings as to support my optimism so it doesnt fade away completely. hark to my heart, dont you dare break. it'll be ok.
guess i hit rock bottom...this night wreaks of shame, infected wounds and tears of anguish. if any of those things had a specific scent that could mix to create something putrid. i take this scent unwillingly into my nostrils and look away to helplessly grope through the dark to find some kind of invisible reassurance that the pain will subside. its not like me to speak of this, but honestly i dont think ive ever felt this hurt. however, strength finds me when i find IT. i can do fine all by myself, but it dosesnt hurt to recieve a few kind words. injustice is disgusting and cruelty is horribly realistic. kindness is often in individuals but a tad rare in large groups. i dont want to speak of sad logic and all that shit because im far too optimistic for depressing poetry maybe thats why it pisses me off to read it.
just a few words..chains rust, glass shatter and i fall from the fifth floor. i hit the ground and seep through the bricks. my heart flys towards the sky and smashes the padlock that locked away my soul. the key that was once to my mind tarnishes and cracks at the freedom that my thoughts can finally keep. my body intwines with the earth to find serentiy in non-living and breathing existence.
unafraidi'll shave my head if i get cancer and tattoo on the back of my neck, "be strong" because my body betrays me, but i'll live on. i'll lay under a blanket if i get a cold because i feel under the weather, but i'll still skip above it. I'll light a candle if the power goes out and drip the wax onto the floor because i can follow the drops out the door to the light. I'll grow my wings if my skin gets burned, because something so beautiful can disguise the scorch marks and the healing process even though it has beauty within itself and beneath the pain. I'll cry upon my notebook if i feel i must let it all go, because the smeared ink provides comfort that someone somewhere is smearing red ink with their tears instead of blue. If it rains, i'll go out and play, because life is too short to be afraid of getting your hair wet. I'll play with matches because i told you that i like fire and i find joy in it turning my fingers black with carbon stains. I'll smile at you because there are not enou
you can't expect...You cannot expect me to be a disciple of the cruel and the dangerous, the follower of those who choke the life, or the sibling of one who hates the world. You cannot force a gallon of sarcasm down my throat and allow it to drip off my words. You cannot put a collar around my neck and lead me towards my own end on a leash. However. Please do not force me to walk on a tightrope shaped like a flawless arrow. I can't balance so well, so dont blame me when i let one foot step off to the side I'll have the same destination but i can't say that i wont have any scars from the trip.
You can bet that 10 years from now, that you will not find me wearing a pink apron with a steaming pie in my hands. You can bet that i'll never be a picture of a perfect suburbian wife and mother right out of a 1950's magazine. But you can bet that you'll find me with my family, still wobbling on that tightrope and having to step off of it. You knew all along that conforming was never my forte. ANd you'll smile and
my glasses brokemy glasses broke. the lenses cracked right down the middle. Guess it means i have to look at the world through my own eyes, and not through a pair of biased lenses that man made. AFter all, these blue eyes can see more than just a pretty face. i knew what was gonna happen didnt i? precisely. and i didnt need glasses to see any better than i do now. The world is the way it is. And so am i. Aint no changin the chemicals that make me this way. Go take a chemistry class. It aint possible
Darling are you still breathinHolding you here, i cannot understand how i got so lucky. I can feel you breathing, as your chest rises and falls, along with mine. I hold your hands, and kiss your fingers, trying to savor every moment that you and i share. Are you still breathing? Can you feel me when i think about you? THis inspiration i can always find when i think about you, and remember everything you told me, and every kiss we shared, and will share.
I can hear the sound of this song falling around me, like wind blowing my hair back, filling my eyes, making them tear up, these music notes falling onto my head like snow, and the lyrics wash over me like the ocean that i've never seen. I listen to it, and i hear your voice in the background saying those three words. I lay here beside you, as your arms tighten around me, and i hear you whisper in my ear those three words that we have both repeated over and over and over, because i cannot express how much of the meaning of those three wor
Starlight kisses and bed sheet hugsMy teeth are
and my eyes
hold dark pockets
because of all
the late nights
I let the starlight
and my bed sheets
because I realized
you never had,
you never would.
Our Wings Flutter And SingOur Wings Flutter And Sing
my feet graze texas plains
southern currents hitting my back
and my body is left
as my soul follows what feels right.
my arms spread wide,
eyes closed and
i let the thought take me away.
i love this cliche
because i have wings with you.
i can fly because of you.
and no matter how many times
i scribble your name as a title of this poem,
i can never mutter it enough
because i’m addicted
to how it rolls off my tongue.
i miss you when i wake up,
when i sleep, when i dream,
because at least there
i wave in the morning
and kiss you through the night.
even departures there feels like
i’m leaving my home
to return to my house.
i think of you first and last,.
of your yawn and laugh,
how you scrunch your nose
and your little grin
even when you try to refuse it.
and i know you hate smiling in pictures,
but i make it my mission
to make you smile as much as possible.
i love how you keep your hair to one side
with the part in the middle.
i love how the l
some things are meant to be brokeni snatch at dog-eared love letters,
molded and mashed together into
a string of mismatched desires,
revolving around you.
love is a dystopia—-the never-ending cycle
of unrequited i-love-yous,
little white lies,
and carpe diem whispering,
“life is too short.”
we romanticize the beating heart,
if it walks pretty and talks pretty
it’s obviously a strung-up puppet but—-
—-just maybe you can sew him up, the craft
of needle and thread to stitch a real boy.
i breathe against the windowpane,
tracing tales of the boy with wild eyes
and a wicked heart on the frozen mosaic glass
framed by the need to save you.
when it’s over i’ll morph
into a hollow shell of a girl, waiting
for a starry-eyed boy to
wish me back to life and—-
—-just maybe we can be real together.
of goodbyeyour eyes
are painted with the saddest
I have ever seen
with the shade of sunset
and its tangerine gleam
those eyes, my love
are painted with
the colour of
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
AdulationI can't take a breath
without thinking about you
when I do
it takes my breath away
every day my love for you
grows more intense
my need for you
you are as vital to me
as air and water
a smile from you
sends me to nirvana
saps my strength
every waking moment
is spent thinking of you
revolves around you
nothing makes me feel
so happy and alive
as being with you
you give so much
my heart, soul, loyalty
are all I have to offer
these you have
want them or not
I am so in love with you
my only fear on this earth
is that of you leaving me
my world would crumble
but with you near
I can survive anything
BellsNote how we've never really touched,
how only our elbows grazed each other in the darkened theatre.
No intentions, never;
only accidentals that skewered the phrase.
But darling, if I have ever not craved your chewed down fingernails grazing my cheek,
the memory has been long lost in a time of happier melodies.
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
UntitledAs the eyes of a demon run swiftly down your curvaceous figure
As the hands of a demon stroke your soft body, soft as a whisper
As the nose of a demon breathes in your wild scent,
As the lips of a demon gently kiss your cheek, so content
Your intelligent, glowing eyes mesmerize him, whisking him away into another creation
The softness of you on his body makes his breathing quicken
Your nose nuzzling his face reddens his face, your breathing a vibration
He pulls you into his arms and holds you in a soft embrace
You return the favor of curling into him, stopping all time and space
He pets your feline body and you purr, purr, purr...
oh my god...im in loveperhaps i fell deeper than i understood.
But i realize more and more how hard i've fallen every day.
Talking to a friend as much in love with his girlfriend as i am in love with the very man i've spoken of in
these past two lines.
Not even hearing phil's voice, but FEELING the tone of it THROUGH this barrier that is my computer.
Feeling his love for my best friend radiate like body heat from wherever he is. I can feel the
connection, just like feeling nick's hand in mine...
When i saw them first together, i was jealous. i wanted to cry. Seeing them look into each other's
eyes. Like there was no one else in the world.
I felt a longing that i hated to feel. This frustration. THis wanting to feel like they did, and still DO.
But What happens when i fall to the concrete. In love. With a man that actually feels the same. And
he catches me. I talk about him just like phil talks about jillian. With as much love in my eyes as the
amount of tears that i want to let fall fr
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