The horrors fill
Of my shaking body
As I think about the future
And how I don't think
I'll be able to make it
Because one after another
Come to see me
One by one
Like an assembly line
Of my deepest
That day the sky shed droplets;
Of throb, ache and grief.
Fallen like bright livid hails;
Everywhere I see.
It gave me scars and bruises;
And cuts not too deep.
I saw the ground beneath me;
Scattered pain unseen.
But I ought to assemble;
What's left to be seen.
Bristles of hurt and sadness;
I leaned to take in.
Dimming all hopes and roses;
All imagined tales.
You’re all the same
Assembly line humans
Intentions hidden on
Perfectly designed frames
Street light eyes
To guide me home
Are lit by the fire
Stolen from my soul
All holding smiles
Glinting until they blind
You’re all the same
And you cannot be trusted
They call your name and everyone cheers
For the amazing two years for which you’ve stayed here
It seems like minutes ago when I first saw your smile
But looking back at it now, it’s been quite a while
The girl in front of me has her camera out
Snapping hundreds of moments to remember about
Me, I capture with my eyes, it’s sweeter that way
Memorizing every piece of you for when you’re away
I had to hold myself back from calling after you
Or at least leaving a note and giving a clue
Would it make you come back if I let you know?
Or would you refuse to think twice and immediately go?
I know what you’d say, that I’d get over you
That sooner or later, I’ll find someone new
But even if I do, and the chances are few
I’d still fondly and lovingly think about you
I’ve got them in my arms: your deep voice, your stance
Your dark hair, your eyes – almost grey at first glance
And now you walk off the stage, so flawless and fine
That’s the last memory of you I’ll have on my mind
I'll be okay and maybe I'll slowly get over you, but if I ever look closely enough, you'll be there, somewhere in my heart, for the rest of my days.
Is it DNA?
it looked like a heart undone.
It was like hugging a baby,
Love them all, but trust no one.
You can create various sounds but,
please replace the cover of
the organ of the mind.
Half photographic,half drawn,sinking,
One of them died, she was killed
What's he thinking?
If I see the bottom, I see the top.
I speak loudest when I'm silent.
I sleep best when I'm awake.
I'm only flying when I'm on the ground.
I only get this way when there's a glimmer of hope.
I want a friend.
I get sick of my rusty parts
So I start
Yanking me apart.
Strategically I scatter my static limbs about the concrete
My minds own crime scene
I short circuit and nobody can solve me
So I think
He picks up the parts of me
He screws them back together
As if this hasn't already happened
Every day this week
The hope that lies in him
Recharges me- My battery
Find meaning in what you do
rather than what you have.
Value your experiences
because they shape who you are.
Practice patience in all things;
learn, be quiet, and listen.
Appreciate the small joys in life
because they all come to an end.
Seek to make a difference
and don’t expect recognition.
All of us will die
and all we can leave is our impact.
Everything is temporary
'Look everybody, look at his eye!'
I look, at his face,
his contrived, forlorn expression.
Yet the class sees only the bruising.
'We don't hurt each other like this,
do we?' She looks at me.
Fire clambers up my neck,
pricks my chin and
in the balls of my cheeks,
where it blazes.
The mouth-shaped bruise
on my arm tingles,
teeth marks still bloody.
I roll down my sleeve,
to be considered a grass.
Later, she wants to talk,
but I can't for crying.
And I hate when she tells me,
'Just don't do it again.'