I, the one, to the beauty of such exposed,
That held the lamps and shades, and windows and woes.
From under cracks and above doorways, I see
What's left of a thought, an old distant memory.
Grown in the field, a love tucked away
Ending not far, a sundrop shall sway.
There, rocky cliffs and birds flying high
beauty enough for flowers,
and beauty enough for I.
We and the forest, and the forest and we
again shall know the lines to be.
And be, my love, in the storm we shall dance
and shiver, together, in our Mother in nature's hands.
Disappearing, her figure slips away between valleys of dust
I sit alone in depression that once held an ocean
Split, so we could pass unseen
It all comes crashing down
Floating on the bodies of sea faring souls
Blue, never ending horizon
If my throat wasn't so parched
I'd describe it for you
Clawing at deaths door
The vultures found me hours ago
Circling over head
Reminding me where I'll go
Disappeared, in right in front of me
Brought the waves back, to take me
Can't scream, cause I'm thirsty
Just as well that I don't see
The figure on the horizon
Standing above the waves
Crashing down upon me
That devilish smile, a simile
You can take a flight
You can ride a rail
You can catch the cab
That you just hailed
You can row a boat
Via the seven seas
All that I want
Is you here by me
Fly a rocket ship
Through the Milky Way
Beam yourself up
On a futuristic day
If you ride a bike
Could you pedal fast
I want you now
Is all I ask
A hot air balloon
Might be to slow
But will work for me
If it's reliable
Guess what I'm saying
It doesn't matter how you choose
As long as the final destination
Is me and you
You started this stupid war
And I'm ending it here
There's no point writing a bitchy response to a person's mean words.
Despite being called names, I'm not gonna say anything hurtful back.
Call me whatever you want, label me whatever the hell you want,
I know myself better than anyone else ever will. So, yeah.
She struggles to bring
the pen to the page
she wants to tattoo the
page with their story.
She is skeptical
why does she want to
live in the past?
That's what it
will be tomorrow.
create her to be stuck
wanting to believe her
Lets cling to the unknowing
and love the ignorance
there is no hurting if
you have no one.
That's the only
truth that holds true.
All those words we shared,
funny how now they mean
Forever is just a fairytale
to keep you reading until the
last page is found
a blank white canvas;
no prince charming ending.
Yet she still
lets it burn into her pages.
She wants an impossible
When I was sitting in my desk listening to this professor speak
He went on to state that our destines are already prewritten before we are born
That the road we travel has been built previous to our conception
I find this to be false!
Oh Search engines please look for me
A place where I can breathe freely
A place where I can sigh
Tea tree oils, Echinacea Goldenseal
We’re making love that seems so unreal
So many ways to express this bliss
We moan and we bite and we scratch and we kiss
Pent up frustration inside me until
We both get naked and together it’s killed
And it is no more
And minds are lit
Coming from nature
We shall perform a hex!
This is age of impermanence
Of alternative reference
Where we are all immanent
Slaying Natives, Negros slaves
Freeing them then they segregate
Separate like night and day
Then at night they’d kneel and pray
Asking God for him to save
I can’t believed they lived that way
A galaxy around the sun
Is it ending or just begun?
The path to enlightenment there’s more than one
Leave me deaf
And take my sight
The porcelain women wet in tears
The brooding man wise beyond his years
The children living in fear
Baffled with the question
Of wrong and right
And so I write
Day is getting dimmer
Collecting my thoughts
There’s still something unsaid
Somewhere in my find
But these disturbances and distractions
Leave them to remain undefined
Venturing down splendid hallways of machination
That led to an armada of malicious tendencies
How did I get here?
To this domain of deviation
I need to turn in another direction
A new route and get out of here
Screaming for a sign
Before time runs out
Sacrifice the live stock of your pride
At the intersection
Of pain and pleasure
But it’s getting congested with
Traffic of Sunday drivers, drunk and texting
On the razors edge
In the hallway
With a legion
Ready to charge
At your deepest hidden motives
The prerogative of the compass that will point you and I in a new direction
And if need be we can always poison each other for the well being of one another
as fast as you can.
Greed is closing in.
Dragging you down the
there is no vacancy here.
No quarter will be given to your kind.
forgotten your senses,
There is a special place in this world
for people like you.
Counting coins until
the gold becomes flesh.
Trading life for life.
This system has broken you.
The beast is off the chain,
attacking at random.
Showing no remorse for it's actions.
Why should it?
It has done nothing wrong.
You fed the beast,
gave it a home.
Now it is time to pay the piper,
You have woven this tale,
and you alone must draft it's ending.
It is coming undone.
It was foolish to think there would be no repercussions.
nothing can save you.
It is simple really.
The ending will show your true nature.
Make you want to believe again,
that this is a worthwhile cause.
Try to escape from Neverland.
as fast as you can.
she was in love.
she was in love with a boy.
she was in love with a boy who didn’t love her back.
she was a beautiful girl when she was sixteen. she was the most insecure girl you’d ever meet, but you’d never know because her award winning smile hid all of the insecurities. black curly hair, olive skin, beautiful big brown eyes, cherry lips, and naturally aligned perfect teeth. she knew she was beautiful deep down, although she hated to admit it, because of an unfortunate series of events that occurred in the past. she was the happiest girl you could ever meet, or at least that’s how she came across. she acted as though nothing was wrong, when in reality, a lot was wrong. she knew her peers thought of her as a person who tried too hard to be different, but that’s who she was. she was different, and she knew it.
he was a breathtaking boy when he was 16. he was just as insecure as she was, but you'd find it hard to believe, since he was so picturesque. blonde hair, pale skin, pacific ocean eyes, bright pink lips, and very white teeth. he didn’t know he was breathtaking, because of an unfortunate series of events that occurred in the past. he always thought of himself as a person without a place, even though he believed everyone had a place in the world, he just hadn’t found his yet. he bottled things up inside until they sunk low enough to go out of view, until he forgot about them. he knew he had a place, he just didn’t know where. he was different, too. just as different from everyone else as the girl was.
she told him everything. more than she told her other friends. more than she told her best friend of fourteen years. she didn’t know it at first, but she would fall hard for him, harder than when she fell off her longboard the first time. just like that first fall, it would hurt. it would make her bleed, and it would transform her. from it, she would become a better person, and definitely a more cautious one. she wasn’t aware of it yet, but he would change her in two ways. for the better, and for the worse.
the background knowledge of this tale isn’t important. all that needs to be known is how she has now fallen in love with him, harder than she’s ever fallen for someone. however, he’s since moved away. how far, you ask? 3,000 miles across the ocean. her love for him has grown dramatically since this, and she’s told him, but he doesn’t feel the same way. he’s said it straight to her face, on multiple occasions. to directly quote it, “the feeling is there, but it just isn’t prominent.” naturally, this kills her inside. the hardest thing to endure is watching the one you love, love someone else. in fact, this makes her want to curl up in her comforter and cry, and hopefully never come out. she loved this boy, and she loved him completely unconditionally. no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get him to see her that way. the only time he ever takes any interest in her is when she’s undressed. she would use her body for love, and he used love for her body. she was blinded, and she didn’t want to see him using her, so she refused to believe it. she’s confronted him about it, and he’s said he isn’t using her, so she was convinced he wasn't, mostly because she could never make herself believe he was lying to her.
he knew everything about her. he knew her full name, which not a lot of people did. he knew about her past; the past that involved a small wrist and a large blade. he knew about her future; the future that involved a small apartment in new york and a job at vogue. he knew about the husband, or wife, she wanted, since she was bisexual. only he knew that. he knew how much she loved him, as well. he was well aware of that, but obviously he didn't know how much it would kill her inside to know he didn't think the same of her. he didn't think it through. if he did, he would have saved her a lot of pain.
she was sitting in her bedroom one day. she was thinking mostly about him. she kept playing the sweet things he'd said to her in the past back in her mind, and suddenly she found herself smiling and feeling warm inside. she loved him. she loved him more than anyone she'd ever loved before. just as she was thinking, he messaged her on facebook. her heart fluttered, she couldn't wait to see what he said.
"i have to talk to you" his tone was stern, which somewhat scared her, since he was never sincere like this.
"okay sure, what's up, deary?" she always called him deary, it was the most natural response for her. she was trying to lighten the mood a bit, as well.
"as you know since i've moved here, my feelings for you have somewhat gone away. and with that being said, i've found somebody."
she could've sworn she heard her heart fall down to her feet and break into one million tiny pieces.
"you have a girlfriend now?"
she logged off of facebook without answering his message, and went to the corner of her room where a tiny piece of her carpet was cut into a square and ripped off the floor so it could be lifted up. she lifted the piece of carpet up to reveal a bag and a blade. a tiny plastic bag, and a tiny metal blade. a tiny plastic bag that had an assortment of different pills in it, and a tiny metal blade with dried blood tracing the edges of it from her past. the pills were things such as ibuprofen or acetometaphine, and the blade was a replacement blade from her dad's razor, since his was sharper than hers.
her past wasn't particularly something she liked to remember. she had once been suicidal. she had cut herself. she had intentionally burned herself. she had snapped a hair tie against her wrist during school. she's tried ending her life with those same pills. she kept them there if she needed them.
as of right now, she needed them more than ever.
she opened the bag, got two bottles of water, and began to swallow the pills. one by one. as she swallowed them, she found herself taking the sharp piece of metal to her wrist. she caressed it gently before dragging it across the noticeable scars, going deeper and deeper with each gash.
after about thirty five pills and twelve lacerations, she began to get terrible stomach pain, and her blood wasn’t clotting any longer. she strayed away from her wrist and moved down to her hips, her v-line, and upper thighs. she could feel her demise coming, but she wanted it right then. she didn't cry as she threw the pills down, her heart was too heavy, her body too frail, that she couldn't produce the tears, even though she wanted to.
twenty more pills.
three more cuts.
five more pills.
two more cuts.
one more pill.
and just like that, she was gone.
about an hour or so later, her mother knocked on her door. she made sure to leave the door unlocked so her mother wouldn't find her and be angry. her mother hated when she locked her door. she walked in, and once she saw her daughter laying on the floor near the piece of torn up carpet, she collapsed to her knees over her top of her. she noticed a small paper laying next to her body. she unfolded it. on it was this:
"you know, it’s funny. now everyone will care. now he’ll love me. if you all had felt this way when i was alive, i wouldn’t be dead."
it’s almost like she knew her death would be one of the biggest news highlights of the year in her small town. it’s almost like she knew photos of her would be everywhere. it’s almost like she knew her suicide note was going to become the most viral thing to hit the nation in four years.
her mother had no idea what that meant. she couldn't think anyway, for her teenage daughter had just mutilated her insides with common household drugs.
with the little energy she had left in her body, she stumbled downstairs to where the telephone was. she dialed her husband's work number, and was completely hysteric when he answered the phone. he told her to calm down, so she tried to. when she finally stopped crying long enough to get words out, she told him. he said he was about to leave his office. he didn't care about anything else in the day, he just had to get home. he had to get home to see his little girl for the last time.
her mother told her friends, and the entire town was a complete wreck. memorials were hung everywhere. pictures of her death note were posted in newspapers and on street corners. a segment was even on the news about her. she had never felt loved in her life, but when she died, everyone turned into her friend. girls who called her fat and ugly in middle school said she was beautiful. boys that called her obnoxious and annoying said she was fun to be around. teachers who told her she would never get into college and didn’t have a future said she had her entire life ahead of her. just as her suicide note said, if they had all acted this way when she was still here, she wouldn’t have left.
the boy messaged her one day, wanting to tell her something again. when she didn't answer, he sent her another message. he obviously hadn't looked at his facebook news feed in a few days, considering everyone's status was about her, and there were pictures of her everywhere; pictures of her and her friends, her and her beloved cats, or her alone. looking at the pictures was painful for everyone, since her beautiful smile was only lived on in the pictures now. her eyes sparkled in the photos, but not as much as they did in real life. now, the photos were all that was left.
he sent her another message, saying this:
"well if you aren't going to answer me then i guess i'll just tell you. i broke up with my girlfriend already. i realized a few things when i was with her. she isn't you. i love you, i really do. i hope you can forgive me and i hope we'll talk soon. bye babe."
he only called her babe when he felt closest to her. some days, where they would flirt a lot, they would both feel warm and fuzzy inside and completely loved. neither ever admitted it, but they both knew exactly how the other felt. among the pet names and multiple kissy faces, they had great conversations. they were so open around each other, neither of them had ever been like that with anyone else. she knew she was made for him, although he didn’t realize it until after it was too late.
after he sent it, he decided to check his news feed. he saw the pictures and status messages. he couldn't believe it. he didn't know how much he hurt her. he killed her inside so much that she actually killed herself. he was the one that always made her feel better when she was feeling down. he's the one that got her to stop hurting herself. she told him once that she was going to stop for herself, when subliminally she stopped for him, because she knew he didn't like it. she didn't think he could ever love her with the cuts up and down her arms, so she stopped making them. she was alive because of him, but now, she was dead because of him. he gave her a reason to want to live, and a reason to want to die.
life was still odd for him after her passing. he'd think about her often. she would come to him in dreams. he’d listen to her favorite song, which was one of his favorite songs as well, called “i wanna be yours” by the arctic monkeys. he introduced her to the arctic monkeys, actually. he never realized how much the lyrics meant to her, the more he listened to them he recognized the relevance of them. he's sworn he’s seen her on street corners in his city. he knew it couldn't be, but every time he thought he saw her, tears would well up in his eyes and he'd have to turn around and go home. he didn't speak to anyone, nor did he tell anyone about her, especially not what he felt for her. everyone would think it was out of pity, pity for her and her death. he regretted making her feel worthless when he told her he didn't love her, because he did, and they both knew that. she always knew deep down there was more feeling to it than he said, but she couldn't get past him saying those things. and that's why she killed herself.
years passed. he never found anyone, and she decayed in the beautiful tiffany blue dress she wears for eternity. it would've been her 25th birthday when he first went to see her at her final resting place. there was a photo of her on her stone, one of the last pictures ever taken of her. his breath was taken away by her beauty, she had the same warm smile he remembered when he saw her the last time. her eyes bright with playfulness, and her cheeks round and rosy. he could still hear her laugh. it was almost contagious. he was in love with her all over again, and she wasn't there to tell.
although, she was there. she heard every thought inside her head and saw every emotion he was feeling. she regretted her decision. she hated herself for not being patient and not going with her instinct. now, they could never be together. they were made for each other, and they both knew it.
he flung himself onto her burial site, weak at the knees and tears down his face. he missed her just as much as she missed him. he regretted never kissing her when he had the chance. he wanted to take back every time he ever told her he didn't love her. she took her life because of those things, and he was too pessimistic with the thought of "i'll never see her again" stuck in his head that he couldn't hear what his heart was saying.
he never married. he continued to visit her, almost every day. he couldn't stand to not see her, even if she wasn't there. she visited him every night as well, just to watch him sleep. she still thought he was the most breathtaking boy she'd ever seen. and she was just as beautiful as she was before. just as beautiful, and just as breathtaking. just like when they were 16.
The little girl
She wants her daddy back in her world
He gave her forever
Then walked away with the same number
She remembered wanting
A pretty pink bicycle
He said he couldn't afford it
So he got her a bright yellow sundress
And made her his only princess
They lived in the kingdom
Without the happy ending
He married the new queen
She's such a mean thing
Sad and broken
The girl walked away
No longer his princess
Cause he got a new one today
I have come to learn that life rarely stops for anyone,
And if you need a sec to catch your breath,
You better to get ready to chase down the train and jump back on
And the sliding door will be closing
And if you don’t run fast enough,
You’ll see your only chance of escape fly right by you
But I have learned that sometimes to-do lists offer respite,
And that person you never noticed may hold open the door for you,
And even wait until your shoe is tied before closing it
And that’s when the struggle to find happiness, some meaning to life
Comes a little bit closer to ending
And I guess that’s what makes it all worth anything