I look at one of these machines today and it sends chills down my body..
I can remember being lost.. I just wondered off as a kid chasing butterflies and fireflies in the deep woods of Alaska..
I was gone for days.. I was parched and so hungry.. My little body could not muster enough strength to scream for help anymore..
I could see and hear animals about.. I was to young to realise that the animals wanted me to eat.. They were just waiting for me to die..
It wasn't until the night came on the 4th day.. My parents called Shineday inc and requested a (Recovery unit) ST-anthony be flown in..
I was falling asleep under some brush and trees.. Not really falling asleep more like crying to sleep.. The I saw these blue eyes glowing over me.. The robot moved the brush very gently and picked me up.. I can remember him being so warm as he held me.. His steps were very silent.. We then stopped and he gave me a small metal box with my drawings on it.. It made me smile! I opened it and there were some pop tarts and water in it.. I ate them up!!! He then took me back to the cabin where my mom ran screaming to me! Even my dad was crying! He went to the (Recovery unit) ST-anthony and thank him over and over..
I am looking at one of these machines now.. I wonder if it was the one who found me that night..
The urgency to escape,
The agony of the pain.
My eyes tired, worn out and sore,
From the countless tears I cried.
I looked around desperately,
Grabbing the only thing in sight.
Tears crawling down my face,
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
Stinging sensations burst.
I glare into the mirror,
Scowling at my reflection.
My eyes drawing towards the deep scars,
That seems eternally engraved into my arm.
The snuggled smoke that flourished through the wrapped trees of distress,
Surpassed the frenzied flowers that my lover had once possessed.
Neither rain, nor comforting words nestled the neglect of those tears,
Who hid behind the books and the consumption of countless, crazed fears.
Amazed and awed what lies through the window of those memorable drives,
Only to end up with the inevitable filth that dripped from her eyes.
I constantly searched for things to drown out the waves of misery,
To keep her head above the washing water and vicious visionary.
Perhaps, myself, to acclaim her sensible wants and needs,
And to lay the pebbles on top of the dusty path of weeds.
Certain that this was the becoming of a new beginning,
To love a person more than myself, discovering a silver lining.
Time became our fearless friend, yet our worst enemy,
Through the constant battles of her past memory.
Becoming unstitched from each other’s blanket that was once sewn,
Left I to cherish the warmth spent and loaned.
Who are these creatures I hear all about,
With a love and a care that is so devout,
Who can form a bond that will never fade out,
And will offer encouragement in times of doubt?
And what are these things that sound like me?
Our words seem similar when they decide to speak.
They have ears to hear, and eyes to see,
But do they have hopes and fears and dreams?
What is their purpose while living this life?
I've heard they spread joy, but only seen strife.
They can act like your brother, and then steal your wife,
and when suddenly provoked, most like to fight.
See, I've heard a lot of stories, about some good folks,
But I interpret them as blasphemy, lies, and jokes.
They could never be true, they must be a hoax,
'cause every tale ever told was as tall as an oak.
They all seem alike, they all seem so mean,
Are they the odd ones out, or would that be me?
I just want to live happy, and I want to live free,
But they seem to spark up, whenever I scream.
There's a certain pleasure they get, when they see you cringe,
They're on the edge of their seat, when your life hangs by a fringe.
They get a heart full of warmth, and a face full of grin,
Then they savor the moment, until they can seize it again.
To these fictional characters, I must commend,
They may seem helpful, but will hurt in the end.
Yet, I stay in search of one to defend,
The honor and duty of a lifelong friend.
On a bitter december night of '11
I stood alone, watching the glow
of christmas fireworks
clutching my phone in my mittens.
"This time in a year, I will be with you"
your message said.
"I will be holding your hand"
"I will plant kisses on your forehead".
The year passed and so came
the even more bitter december night of '12
your hands tightly tucked into your pockets
your face turned away from mine
your body impatiently shivering
lifeless to the weight of my chin on your shoulder.
As we stood silently
I remembered what you had said
this time one year ago
and as I looked up to the sky
the fireworks lit up what I already knew
as their sunset hue reflected the vacancy in your eyes.
I have dreamt about this moment too many times.
And let me tell you, your lips taste better in real life.
Sending shivers down my spine, making every nerve intertwine.
Your skin feels warm and smooth against mine, as i hold you closer with each smile.
Your hair smells pure and heavenly, as i breathe every inch of you and cache it mentally.
You might not have done this intentionally, but you make my heart beat irregularly.
You fit my brain like a glove and i flutter your heart like a dove.
Tracing every inch of you my hands throve, and taking in those mental images of you my mind strove.
As i grew tired of this chase, i thought to myself i could never grow tired of this face.
You somehow make time slow its pace, and before i know it its time for us to leave this place.
You show me the parts of you you kept hidden, and i play them over and over in my head, but from people's eyes its forbidden.
You show me how your heart was overridden, by those you wanted to stay true but didn't.
No matter how many times my heart will split, i will continue searching for those true eyes and never quit.
Turning my pupils into fire like a hundred candles lit, as i pledge to you for a hundred years i shall commit.
Blind to even the reflection of glass, you say.
I can see through those endless lies,
Boundless directionless, those compass eyes that speak for you when your soul can't listen and your intuition's clouded with indecision-
Where the haze is a result of your own illusions and remarkable ability to forget your judgment while rationale itself is laughing at your persistence.
I wish I was as blind as you are.
Maybe I can stop being bound to the reality that pains me through the mist.
It doesn't change that I know where the pointer's pointing in those mystified pupils.
Let me be your eyes until you realize that maybe we're meant to be headed in the same direction through the clouds.
But so fogged is the glass of the mirror;
I'm stuck in my own fallacy.
The man is on the black square,
his reflection, warped
as a scrunched-up candy wrapper.
but not pins or needles,
more bound together
by an invisible rope.
He cries, leaks,
a human watering-can,
knows his mistakes,
errors that won't rub away,
hurls hoary screams
across the room.
The girl is on the white square,
she smiles a wide naïve smile
that shows her untarnished teeth.
The man, she cannot hear,
nor does she want to help,
for number two,
over there, in the distance.
A short run-up,
now she can hear him scream.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, also put as a Facebook status.
A lot of people hate me because I like you
Because somehow we ended up together
It comes to a surprise because I never imagined it to be you
I write poetry about you and all my thoughts seem to be about you
Im a sad girl and you might not even know it
because im the type of girl to not even show it
there are so many rumors about me
about what people think about me
but I would never want you to judge
but that's too late
but this is life and this is me
and we have to be real
what is a girl without a past
and no one in my school will ever understand the like I have for you
I used to hate it when people bought you up to me and I had to pretend I didn't know you
I had to hide myself for you
you kept me in the dark
and I hated that
I told myself I would wait for you no matter how long it took because my heart was set on you
and I know sometimes I can be difficult and I don't express myself too often or at all
but I have about a million poems about you that go in my head
Ill admit I was tired of being a secret and my feelings were slowly washing away
and I felt my happiness go with my lost feelings
but then you no longer hid me
I was out there
and I felt so good
I felt amazing
and my feelings grew back ten times stronger for you
and it was unusual for me to have everyones eyes on us and to have people talk down on us
but I got used to it and Id rather have people judge me while im with you than to have people judge me without you
and soon your kisses for me became more addicting and I felt like I could hug you and be happy about it
and that one time
oh my god that one time
I wont even talk about it on here
but I loved it
even if it didn't happen in the best way possible
and I opened everything up for you that day
and I cried because I only did it for you
no one else
and then days passed by and I caught myself missing you
I caught myself fantasizing about you
because no matter what position you were put in
you chose me
and no one will ever understand that
and there are some broken hearts out there
but I had a broken heart when you and I first started talking
a broken heart about my thoughts, me hurting myself and my family
and you patched my heart back up
and I don't think you know that
because to you this might be nothing right now
it just started and not too much happened
so its probably nothing
but you are everything to me
and id do anything for you
you helped me and you don't even know it.
you might have broke me down a few times
but at the end of the day youre mines
and this is what I wanted for the longest
and now I have it
and I feel amazing
you are the best to me
I am in like with you.
Go ahead, leave me behind
watch as my heart breaks
and my soul loses it's light
as you destroy me
and my mind
poison my heart with lies
feed my brain empty promises
and remember my face
as you watch me die inside
with tears filling my eyes
and a smile covering up the pain
leave me behind, but remember
I'll always cherish your love
as it was raw and tender
even though you left me broke
feels like someone put my heart in a blender
and left me with a glass of pain
which tasted bitter