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WingsWhen I was young, I was kept on a tightly wound leash
Like all the school children
Like all the little ones who needed
We were told
When and what
Where to go
And what to do
It was prison
Without the freedom
All for our sake
And you were trapped in this neat and tidy yard
That they told you was the real world
But it wasn't
When I got to high school
I was kept in a cage
But the tiny cracks allowed me to see freedom
For the first time
Your classmates are the ones that hold your bars
Even though they're caged too
They tell you how you
And not how you
How you should
And not how you
High school is row upon row of
Clean and fresh
Though the birds are getting restless
The birds have freewill
And are not
Content with idle existence
A yard's length away
And yet these birds stay trapped
Trapped by their peers
By who they're supposed to be
Forgetting their dreams
For the sake of
Jeremy and SarahAll the pretty things in the world, and none compare to you.
He saw her and he thought she was beautiful.
She saw him and he struck her like a man strikes gold.
She was the stars, but set on fire.
He was the moon, cold and distant (to her).
He had seen her several times before,
Always the same.
She hated that, the same.
She wanted to be different.
He tried so hard to fit in it hurt.
The polo shirts squeezed his neck and clawed at his breath.
The stilettos slaughtered her feet. All in the name of fashion.
She was pretty.
He was boring.
Yet still intriguing.
He hated that about himself.
He had no intrigue.
She was a time warp, love from five years much in the past.
He was affectionate but love didn't exist.
Somehow, they met.
She was cool, he was ice.
She was picture-perfect, he was tousled to precision.
They fit just right.
Yet nobody was who they were.
Nobody was what they were.
The game of hearts is short a deck.
The love is gone.
It never was.
They never cared.
TrackedThump, thump, thump, the only sound as my feet pound against the hard ground. Quickly, I glance behind me, ensuring I'm not being pursued. I'm safe. For now.
Continuing to run, I attempt to look for shelter, somewhere to hide. Horrified, I realize it's already too late, the sound of following steps more proof than my weakened heart can handle.
I don't need to turn around to know who's behind me. Who's following me. Suddenly, his face fills my mind, leaving a sickly sensation in the pit of my stomach. This is a face that I know far too well, a face I've gotten to know over the past seven years of my life.
That dreadful day is still a vivid memory in my brain, absolutely unforgettable. I was young, carefree, and happy. I had been playing at the park, and then, without warning, he snatched me off the swings. So close to home, and yet I had never felt so far away. Instantly, I knew my old life was lost. He had me now.
For the years that followed, I remained by his
JuxtaposeRainbows of light dance across the sky, tickling my face lighter than a dream. A slow, uneven smile crosses my lips, despite my efforts to maintain an unhappy demure. I let go of my apprehension and allow the grin to regain control over my visage. It feels good, to be smiling again. I take in my surroundings as if I had never seen green grass, and spin in a slow circle, attempting to take it all in. Its beautiful; I had never noticed before. My obliviousness makes me giggle, and before long, I am collapsed on the ground in a fit of laughter. Laughter I mused. Its strange, I hadnt remembered what it was like. It felt rather pleasant, this strange mirth the outdoors had brought upon my frozen heart. I tried to remember what had brought about my catatonic state, but to no avail, until my brain finally hesitated before stating his name. His name brought on a sudden surge of icy coldness which felt as painful as a burning flame. I gasped, collapsing to
Falling For YouShe sat alone in the night as mist and bubbles engulfed her form. She tried to breathe as she mused over yet another boy who had caused her heart harm. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the porch light went out, surrounding her with darkness. She instantly fretted. I cant sit alone in the darkness! I need the light. It has to come back to me. As she lifted herself off the ground, to force the light to stay with her, (at least for a little while longer), she happened to chance a look at the sky. What she saw almost made her gasp out loud. There, covering the night sky, were millions of tiny, twinkling stars. Each one silently winked at her, as if daring her to take another step towards the light switch. She sighed and sat back down, unable to remove her eyes from the glorious sky. Her eyes moved from one side of the earth to another, and suddenly froze. There, closer and brighter than the rest, was the most beautiful star known to man. Instantly, she was in love with that very st
Love StarsLate in the evening, she saw a shooting star fly across the sky. Ever so softly, she closed her eyes and made a wish. She could have wished for anything; to end world hunger, for her little brother to get over his cough, even for the simplicity of happiness. But instead, she wished for him because he was the only thing she could think about. At that moment and time, none of her other problems existed. It was only him.
One morning, the doorbell rang. Briefly, she wondered who on earth it could be. She opened the door to reveal him standing on her doorstep. Instantly, she was self-conscious. She was wearing the same pyjamas she had been for two days, and her hair was frizzed from the humid summer air. She had a pimple on her forehead, and she had not yet brushed her teeth. And yet, his lips opened and they told her she was beautiful.
She blushed bright red, mentally denying every word that came out of his mouth. Little did she know how difficult this was for
MiriamShe stares into space, hoping beyond hope to disappear into the wall. Maybe one day she could actually turn invisible. Maybe one day she would disappear. She watches him pass like she does every other day, and slowly turns red. The one time she wants to be seen - and he breezes past. Theres always tomorrow.
She hugs her books tightly to her chest. Yes, one day hell see me. He will realize I am pretty, even though no one else seems to know. He will come and say hi to me. We will instantly fall in love. She sighs. Every day is a different variation of this impossible fantasy. He will never see her. He will never care.
Another day. She walks into class, narrowly missing tripping over her own clumsy feet. So what if she was staring at him? She can still walk perfectly fine. She sits down, ungracefully, and attempts to concentrate on being sucked into the earth. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, gravity will become my friend. Maybe it will take me somewhere wh
The HopelessOh silly Pandora. You ruin everything.
But dont worry. I forgive you.
Cause for a moment, I felt hope. And it was wonderful.
Maybe for a second I thought that something might happen.
Maybe within a second it didnt.
Yes, they were always right.
Hope is dangerous.
Hope can be deadly if you let it get you.
But how can you not?
When all you want is to believe.
When all anyone wants is to believe.
Some will say the world needs hope.
But does it?
And you know what?
It doesnt always feel that great.
And yet, I could beg to differ.
When you feel hope, you feel air.
Yet you are air.
Everything is light and breezy.
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is wonderful.
Give it back.
I want my hope back.
The Restless ChroniclesI.
Once, I stayed up later than late. No reason of course.
Sigh, procrastination is beautiful.
I just wanted to feel like I accomplished something. Instead, I accomplished absolutely nothing.
This splitting headache, its awful. How the hell do you deal?
Oh honey, hes a natural. He was born a racoon.
Well Mr Racoon, I hate you! I envy your charm!
I want to be a creature of the night.
Just bite me, just do it. I know you want a taste.
Again, my appeals have been vanquished. Again, I must sleep.
No! But, I dont want to! Just leave me in peace! Yes, leave me to rest.
Rest, rest, rest.
Now youve done it! Im falling asleep!
Dont let me go! Im falling! Save me, oh please!
Dot, dot, dot. And then dream.
The dragons are coming, now the mountains, now the lions!
Im rowing a boat down a stream.
I swear Ive been here before.
Now Im stopping, now Im freezing.
Colour on colour on colour once more.
I feel it, commotio
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
BottleYou took your first swig when you were too young.
Not young enough to be a considered a child,
But not old enough to vote.
You didn't really want to, but God gave you a mouth for a reason,
And He gave you that insufferable need to fit in.
You sipped and it burned.
The taste burned at your throat and you wanted to gasp out in pain,
But you didn't, and you took another drink.
After the second bottle, it didn't hurt so much and you started to enjoy yourself.
People were smiling at you;
People never smile.
You felt accepted and wanted so you took one more.
You felt pleasantly dizzy now before falling to the floor in a fit of giggles.
No one helped you up, but you didn't care and that was all you needed,
To not care.
They grew out of it as the years passed but you didn't.
They could move on from the youthful reckless lifestyle, but you were stuck in a rut.
You chased your dreams away with a bottle of whiskey,
Kissed your ambition goodbye with a puff of s
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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