look at you
fumbling at the clasp
of your bra
to the core
hoping I see you
hoping I save you
as if I have some
form of cure for
what you've done
you plead with me
--breath of a cheap
to let you stay
you ask me if I
think you're pretty
sure I respond
sure you're pretty
hell I haven't met
many naked women
standing in my
bedroom who aren't
but I can't save you
I'm not the one who
will keep you honest
not the one to kiss
you on the head
and tell you goodnight
sure you're pretty and
sure I'll fuck you, baby
but I don't think I can fix you
Dear Heavenly Father, I have a confession to make.
For I have received yet another heart break.
She stole my heart, broke it in two,
Then said, “I’m no longer in love with you”
Father, why does she have to be this way?
Please tell her I don’t want to hear what she has to say.
Father, for I have committed a sin,
That day when I let her in.
I want to forget her & what we once had.
All because she lied to me and made me sad.
Father, I am done playing her game.
I’m done with her handing me all the blame.
So if you would father, help me out,
And please show her what this is about.
For I still love her father
But she doesn’t love me so don’t even bother.
She said it was all a lie,
Father she made me cry.
I am weak but have to be strong
Father, what she did was wrong.
I know that now, I knew that then
Please father; get rid of these horrible women.
She used to control me father
Stop what things used to be.
I guess what we had was fake father.
This is the confession I had to make
She never loved me father.
So please don’t even bother
I don’t need someone to hold me tight
I was wrong & they were right
All I need is something that’s not there father
All I needed was for her to care
Father I do not want to let her go.
But its time, and we all know.
Father, my confession may be sad, or a bore,
But my heart hurts so much more.
Pleases father take the pain.
Remember she once said I was a little insane.
Take away the scars caused by this knife.
Oh please father, just take her out of my life.
I miss her so much father.
I miss her kiss and his touch.
For I must leave father,
Cause no one will ever replace my baby father
This is my confession.
They all said she was ‘my obsession’.
Father the time has come for me to stop needing her,
Now I believe them father.
Father I need some help down here.
Because you knew loosing her was my fear.
Now you’ve heard my confession, the one I had to make,
So please forgive her for her love, that was so fake
Poem a day, day 4
Falling is just like flying
Until you hit the ground.
Hit rock bottom.
Maybe that's why they call it falling in love.
Feels like flying
Or a bit like dying.
Stomach in your throat
At the sudden drop.
Exiting and scary
Where is this going
Am I soaring
Or am I crashing?
Which way's up,
Which way's down?
Don't let me hit the ground.
In his arms,
Is he my superman?
Will he catch me as I fall
And keep me from harm?
It's out of my control now
I fell without warning.
Surrender to the trip, wow
Sensations overwhelm me.
There you are, structure, bones
standing tall in the sunlight
all of the personality drained away.
Oh, goodbye to that twinkle in your eye
Goodbye to that thing we couldn't put our fingers on, that thing that sparked passion
Because all you are now, is a skeleton.
A skeleton with so many ghosts, war veteran's, teachers and teenage girls that I used to know,
That old version of me who skipped, smiled and run her fingers through her hair
she dances through the corridors when no-one else is there.
Along they came. Dress you up, ready for business. That's one thing I learned from this, patch yourself up, make yourself look okay and no-one will realise how broken you are. No.
No, they won't notice the graffiti marks of those who have been,
on your skin.
No, they won't notice those damp patches,
in the corner,
of your eye.
They didn't notice how your ribs creaked as you let out a sigh,
your final goodbye.
They certainly didn't notice when you closed your eyes to die,
I remember when you comforted me from the world with soft, warm arms and friendly words.
I remembered how you nurtured us and watched us grow.
A loving kiss on the cheek and off we go, but I couldn't let you go.
So here I stayed to watch you drift away with each passing day as they measured your waist,
for the suit.
Pull it in tighter.
A stitch here,
a stitch there.
Iron out the crease.
No room to breathe.
The suit may not cover your face, but it is a mask, covering up mistakes.
The mistake of your missing heart, the drive, the ambition.
The mistake of your missing eyes, seeing goodness in the world, giving beauty to the hopeless.
And the mistake of your missing smile, inspiration for lost souls trying to find their way home.
But you, you were home to me, my skeleton.
Now however much you lose or decay, you will never go away.
You will always be there, a ghost in my memory.
My loving skeleton who is now in a suit.
No chains bound to my feet
No ropes tying my wings
No pain when I open my eyes
No ceilings to cover my skies
No tape to silence my mouth
No glue to bind me to the couch
No walls to cover my ears
No wheel to control my steer
No gloves to tame my fingertips
No needles to sew my lips
No mountains to block my path
No whips to lash my back
No shield to contain my feelings
No evil that grows for feeding
No cap to bottle my tears
No darkness when light is near
I don't like long poems much
I find them using complex emotion as a crutch
Occasionally apprehending the context of truth
Written only in the moment, shaken & little vermouth
They toy around attempting to play with words
Refusing to admit tomorrow this passing prose will uphold little worth
Between each line sleeps at least a second helping of second guessing
People write them as if we never get our feel, turkey extra dressing.
I'm occasionally the asshole who hurries to the last verse,
Avoiding connection with the writer, even if my own pieces suffer most
One of the most difficult things to achieve is to become what the world wants;
It's a great accomplishment to be who you are in a world that is making you something else;
Many people are not who they really are because they want to conform to the beauty of the world;
You now have a chance to say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind either.
Trying to be someone else is like making a new creation out of nothing, it will be nothing;
It's time to know that everyone else has already been taken, it's time you be yourself in everything;
Don't mind imperfection because it's beauty, madness is trying to be perfect, it's absolutely boring;
You now have a chance to follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness of imperfection.
Keenly look at those who are living the lives of their parents, they are older than their parents;
You will end up with a boring life because you wanted to be someone else, you don't deserve that;
Being who you are will invite many people to your life, being someone else will do the contrary;
Of course, people will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all, so be yourself.
If people love you, they will give you a chance to be yourself;
You will find friendship in people who give you total freedom to be yourself-and moreso to feel;
Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That's what real love is;
If I were you, I'd have started being myself even before finishing to read this poem. Be yourself.