she has flown over the cuckoo's nest
one moment she talks in jest
the other she rages on
she shouts about the battles she has won
she also talks about the fights she has lost
driven by her compulsion, scream she must
why?
she feels drowned
by the sea of sounds
she feels the need to cry
despite her failures, she feels the need to try
what?
she warns her fellow men
she lets them hear the pain of women
unhinged some might call her
but there is no one that can stop her
how?
how did she get here, what route she took
she looks mad but maybe she is a saint mistook
maybe she is a philosopher gone astray
in her life, it seems that things have not gone her way
i hear her everyday
i think about her, what can make her pain go away?
is she happy, is she sad?
maybe someday she will stop being so mad
so crazy and see the light
someday she might stop her fight
against her invisible enemies and take her rest
maybe she will fly back from the cuckoo's nest
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
In every awkward silence
And every lingering touch
My heart aches
For you know as well as I do
Why
Why the words in our hearts
Never reach the tip of our tongues
Why even when we are so close
We are lightyears apart
Why even when we both know
We refuse to speak
No, we are not star-crossed lovers
We are not that lucky
We are soulmates
Who are never meant to be
I know you better
Than any man will ever know
I have seen you at your best
I have been beside you
As you took off those shackles
And let yourself be vulnerable
No one will ever make you laugh
As I have made you laugh
No one will ever understand my jokes
As well as you do
And only you
Only you stir up these feelings in me
Feelings of unease
Yet such comfort
That I wish to lay beside
But I can't
For I know
For you know
We can't
For we are never meant to be
What we have is not love
No, we are not that lucky
What we have is complicated
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
Maybe if I was able to catch them
I could use them
I could free them
I could be them
But not
Never
For these feelings elude me
These incomplete poems haunt me
These unfinished stories haunt me
These unwritten novels
These imaginary scripts
These castles of sand
That exist
Only within my head
Never do they come out
Never do they shine
I fear
That when I die
They will die with me
They will perish alongside
And I shall remain
Unfulfilled
Unsatisfied
Hungry
Frantic
Full of regret
Full of pain
I fear
I shall die
With this heavy heart
Weighing me down
Drowning me under the soil
Burning me on the pyre
I fear this
I am terrified
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Only in the greatest injustice
The greatest martyrs have arisen
To rid the world of the greatest demons
The greatest gods have awoken
The greatest discoveries
Have come after the greatest journies
The greatest joys
Have sometimes come from the greatest mournings
The greatest creations
Came from the greatest toils
The greatest marvels
Have always been the greatest spoils
The greatest war
Has always brought the greatest justice
Only the greatest suffering
Has given the world, the greatest peace
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
In these troubled and treacherous waters, you are the lighthouse that guides me
In these times of war, you are the compass of my justice
In these days of no light, you are my single ray of hope
In this desert of a life, you are my single rose
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
Just. Eat a bowl of cereal.
Sit on the kitchen floor carefully so the milk doesn't spill, scoop the flakes into your mouth by the streetlights filtering in through the window.
Or climb out onto the roof.
Slip out your window, hip braced on the edge, and use your arms to pull yourself up, crossing your legs on the shingles and breathing in the stardust swirling around your head.
Create a masterpiece.
Dip a brush in some paint, use your hands to shape clay, choreograph a dance, script a play, write a poem, draw a spring day.
Make a blanket fort.
Tuck the blankets over the couch, pad the floor with cushions, and flick on the TV, so you can watch cartoons while wrapped in warmth like when you were a child.
Stargaze in the backyard.
Tiptoe out the back door, quilt tugged tight around your shoulders, spread it out over the dewy grass and stretch out, facing the clouds and counting the stars.
Learn Morse Code.
-.-. --- -. ...- . .-. ... . .-- .. - .... -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. .. -. - .... . -.. .- .-. -.- --..-- -.- . . .--. .. -. --. -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . -.-. .-. . - ... -... . - .-- . . -. -.-- --- ..- .- -. -.. - .... . ... .. .-.. ...- . .-. -- --- --- -. .-.-.-
Have a shower.
Run the water hot so it'll burn when it hits your back, shed your clothes and step into the steam, breathing in the vapors and imagining that you stand in the heart of a geyser.
Go back to sleep...?
No, this elusive peace is distinctly one with the night, and it would be foolish indeed to throw away such a gift merely to function during the bland sunlight hours.
h.f.m.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
And today I have finally shed everything,
Laid bare,
Peeled off all my skin,
Torn my muscles off,
And on these worn out bones
I have carved what it means to move ahead
Into the darkness
Without any knowledge
Of what lies ahead
What gale, what storm,
What hurricane, what tornado
Hinder my growth
From a sapling
Just raising my head
Above the thick layer of mud
Into the brave new world
To live again
To give again
To feel again
Today I have been born anew
And a billion possibilities lie ahead
Shall I become a butterfly
And flutter to the ends of the earth
Or shall I start as a firefly
And light my way into to the night
Maybe a hummingbird
And **** the nectar of life
But if I shall fall again as a human
Then again shall I rise
And become a new Phoenix
Today I have been born again
Today I will be born again
And forever I shall be born again and again
Even after I die
I shall live among the bacteria
That decompose me
Then I shall be one with mother earth
and I shall raise my head again
I shall break free as a leaf into a dear
And then I shall reside in the roar of a tiger
And so on it shall continue
Till the end of time
And I shall live forever
Thus, today I have been born again
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
she has flown over the cuckoo's nest
one moment she talks in jest
the other she rages on
she shouts about the battles she has won
she also talks about the fights she has lost
driven by her compulsion, scream she must
why?
she feels drowned
by the sea of sounds
she feels the need to cry
despite her failures, she feels the need to try
what?
she warns her fellow men
she lets them hear the pain of women
unhinged some might call her
but there is no one that can stop her
how?
how did she get here, what route she took
she looks mad but maybe she is a saint mistook
maybe she is a philosopher gone astray
in her life, it seems that things have not gone her way
i hear her everyday
i think about her, what can make her pain go away?
is she happy, is she sad?
maybe someday she will stop being so mad
so crazy and see the light
someday she might stop her fight
against her invisible enemies and take her rest
maybe she will fly back from the cuckoo's nest
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
put on a brave face
act like it’s ok
scream into your pillow
lookin at the world go
why am i even here?
they said it gets better with time
i think they were lying
seems like no one cares the only problems they worry ‘bout are theirs endless flight of stairs looming over me promising something better at the top
cry so hard your eyes are burning
even then the world’s still turning
can they see how much you’re hurting?
will it ever stop?
be strong, be tough, it’ll get less rough
the nightmares you face every night will lose their touch
enough is enough, sick of the same old stuff
tears are falling thick and fast
wonder how long these will last
will they soak my face and clothes
or will only a few drip down my nose
eyes red-rimmed, eyelids swollen
when i come back out you’d never know
i can’t breathe, every time i draw in air it’s tainted with their touch
it’s too much, God, take this cup
no one cares, sitting alone in this bathroom stall because no one likes me out there
im hurting so much. not the outside hurting, skin rubbed raw in the shower hurting but the inside hurting head and heart bursting because here i am broken and no one knows how i’m thirsting to just be normal again. why have i been ruined?
please make the dark go away
if it stays i’ll fade away
only tear stained pain and quiet fear will be left
one day. one day. one day.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
From the depths of sea
Icarus is calling me
Beneath the waves
He awaits me
With full faith
And unshaken resolve
His will
The sea cannot dissolve
I stand on the beach
Watching the tides
Helpless, hopeless
For i can take no strides
Towards my son
Towards my blood
As i think of him
My fears flood
My mind
My heart weeps
Not for my son but
Thinking of monsters in the deep
I, a coward
Should not call myself a father
I led my son to his death
What shall i tell his mother?
That Icarus fell
As he flew towards the Sun
This father could not help
He just watched stunned
As the wax on his wings melted
By the Sun's light
Never will Icarus rise again
Nor ever will he take a flight
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC