its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here
dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
Nightfall - time for a walk in the green
silence - the noisy day has gone to sleep
finally I am on my own - no more avoiding by zig zag runs
I take off my protection mask and a deep breath -
summer air and the scent of a freshly mowed meadow,
familiar and normal.....
In the distance a falling stars lights up
and I remember the taste of white clouds
and the sound of laughing butterflies
Everything will be alright
© Heike Borgard 08/2020
I hope that you can
read between these lines
Clear your eyes
to hear this poetry
Raising rough restrains
raw rejoicing rejection
rinsed released relief
Aug 10, 2020
I'll take to the streets with my flame,
Light up their darkness
So they can see the strength in my words.
I will not be silenced,
Made meek by the fear that my shoulders are too broad
For their expectations.
I will climb their walls
And fight for my right to love when I want
Or cry when I must.
And when the battle ebbs,
I will calmly sit beside the river and wait for you still.
Her eyes sparkled so,
Like sapphires set in pearl cases
Sunshine bouncing off the ocean
Reflecting her exquisite taste
Her dialect was diamonds
Refinement, her vocabulary
Her goal was gold
Her native tongue was luxury
She could outshine the sun
At least that’s what they say
Mystery girl dripping in jewels
Could dazzle the darkest day
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
the day a poet
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
Black ink swirls into clear water
For every inhale
The world recedes slowly
A price paid
Moments of awareness
More than not wanting to live
More so not knowing what living means
What living feels like
The air that I inhaled
The need for more becomes
A question of worth
Just going with the feeling, not sure what I'm writing
Empty rocking chair rocks
A cat stretches
I found myself lost and alone
struggling to feel free
but as time moved along
I knew I could be a better me.
You cannot expect
Others to like you when
Every single one
Would throw fire if they could
And try to forget
Worse than a nightmare;
Worse than death;
It is being alive with so much pain inside.
Wanting what I can't have,
Having what I don't want.
Stuck in this repeating cycle,
This spinning wheel.
Turning and turning.
Endlessly re-living moments,
When the world felt like
Before you know it you're older.
The wheel spins a little slower now.
And one day you realize,
That all you had to do was let go.
Dear weeping girl,
Don't feel bored.
Sit down opposite of the wall,
And Fill its gaps with singing love song.
•Walls are good listeners•
I could write a million poems about
about how wondrous you are
how you have opened up
the midnight sky
to show me galaxies
that I never knew existed
or of how you
plant gardens, a burst of blossoms
in every color
blooming eternal in my heart
just for you
or how you have pierced through
the ashen veils of grief
hanging over my eyes
to give me glimpse
of sunlight again
I could write a million poems
but my words
will never be enough
to tell you
how much you mean to me and
how much I so deeply
May the mind of the broken rest
in the pond of forgets
where the past chains break free
from the pillars of regret
We often allow our selves to be overwhelmed with things that have long passed remember the lesson that it brought but realease all the stressing that is done
Some long-haul trucker
told me about
a buffalo people
who have very
and bathe themselves
fear oh fear
with hands so strong
come, won't you?
oh dear, just tear me
what a burden
are my words
i laugh, i laugh!
it won't stop..
**** it hurts
I find it immensely hard to refrain
staring through the window pane into rain
seeing nearby puddles accrue and maintain
with a despairing view of a willow that wanes
along a sky an uncaring hue of charcoal that drains
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry
You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear
Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.
I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Peddling through the ocean
I found my vanished island,
But there is a
Its you I found.
Pour down from the sky
Soon you’ll wonder why,
Suns been shinning strong
Ive been missing too long.
Cool the earth
Beneath my feet,
Be my water
To the overheat.
rain on me
I'll sail across an ocean,
With only the moonlight as my guide.
Believing in a notion,
That one day you'll be my bride.
Lovely sight of the horizon,
Wondering if it will ever end.
Thinking of you in every season,
My love for you will never bend.
We'll never be shaken by the ocean waves,
Nor get lost by the ocean tides.
We'll sail no matter the ocean behaves,
As long as we have each others' sides.
an unbreakable set,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
I wonder what it would look like to listen to others,
Would I finally be able to see all the beautiful colors?
What would it be like to genuinely be okay,
Would I be able to smile and make everyone stay?
I wonder how easy it would be to get up every morning,
To get up and get ready instead of crying and mourning.
I wish I could feel really happy for a day or two,
That would be the greatest wish come true.
But until then I will sit and smile,
I don't want to make others worry for awhile.
your name is
or in my heart
i think about
i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober
i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.
Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.
Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.
Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!
I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!
I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!
Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived