I feel empty underneath you
Do you know you’re kissing a ghost?
My lips are barely moving,
Maybe a whisper at most.
I think you prefer the ghost
You’re thinking of one anyway
Easier to imagine,
if I have nothing to say.
My hair is too dark
Is that why your eyes keep closing?
She’s off living
As I lay decomposing.
And she’s still the ghost you prefer.
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC
Driving manual
You let me shift the gears
The way I felt so important
you
Put your hat
On top of my head
The way I felt so wanted
Silent driving
And staring out the window
Listening to your ****** music
The way I felt so content
The lazy morning laying in your bed
Pretending to sleep so you don’t get up
So you don’t move the arms that were wrapped around me
or the head that was buried in my hair
The way I didn’t know I would miss it
driving home not talking
Holding, but not talking
Leaving us hours apart
The way I felt about everything we did
the way I couldn’t stop feeling about you
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 10:31 PM UTC
I’m going to
I Burn
Light
Her garden on
for
Fire
Make love to her
her
Flowers
They’ll burn for
flowers
Hours
I’m going to set myself on fire I’m going to
Burn.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 5:53 PM UTC
I had a dream
Where someone died
I woke up in tears
That’s so ******* weird
I didn’t know I cared that much
About him
I didn’t know I could cry
Yet there I sat
With salt in my eyes
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
The Yellow Dress has been hung out to dry,
brown laundry twine muffle the neckline.
The black flats swung softly below,
In the distance the boy heard a white raven crow.
The Yellow Dress hangs and hangs, but the boys face must still be wet.
The boy is pretty and cold, despite his nervous sweat.
His dress soon grows bored and wonders what’s taking so long.
Time with the boy had never been less fun.
As the boy started dancing and swinging,
The dress cheered him on, but the rope ended up winning.
As he hung limp the dress grew lonely,
So it tried to smile at something friendly,
Pink fabric flowers wave hello to breeze,
But wind merely weeps and runs off to the trees.
The boy usually left the dress all alone,
Ever since his parents came home,
Until of course, today,
The dress wondered when the boy stopped being afraid.
Maybe he was done,
Done playing the game of hide, then run.
Though his parents seemed to enjoy it.
They were always laughing, especially when his skin split.
Now time has past, and they are both alone,
The boy and the dress longed for different types of home.
The dress is shivering and the boys skin is long past blue, taking over his rosy hue.
It struggles against the laundry line,
Certain it’ll get out this time.
The dress huffs and curses the body.
Why won’t it move? This stupid limp body.
The boy used to be fun and run around playing,
Now the only game he plays is called praying.
The dress looks up at the line more carefully.
How weird… it was never tied this forcefully.
The cord is twisted and oddly thick.
How come its wrapped around his neck?
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
The Beautiful Lie
Here I am, standing there.
Watching existence, without the weight I should bare.
I was spared from the ugly truth.
Torn from reality’s crooked noose.
He told me he did it,
He didn’t say why.
He told me he did it.
Then he said goodbye.
Out through the window, abandon the door.
Bait with something bitter, yet better, irresistible lure.
Leave behind, a ****** mess.
Leave behind, the lonely best.
He killed them he did,
I’ve heard it all.
He killed them he did,
Both short and tall.
Then when I crept, the racket was done,
He laughed and told me all for fun.
He murdered my brother and the rest in floor 19.
He murdered my brother, then ran off unseen.
He saved him for last, my 18 year brother,
Waited until after he shot my mother.
The thief spared me and I don’t know why.
The thief spared me, what a lie.
He told me he had done it all.
He told me in the late fall.
He beat the old lady, he stabbed the landlord,
He sliced the babysitter, the children so bored.
At least that’s what he told me, I know it’s not the truth.
At least that’s what he told me, the thief with one silver tooth,
I believed him, and I still do,
Only because without it, I might fall black and blue.
Off the roof of building number 3.
A bird is the best thing to be.
Forget about floor 19.
Forget about the things I should have seen.
Forget how it wasn’t his hands that killed my brother,
Forget how it wasn’t him who shot my mother.
Forget that it wasn’t him who wreaked havoc and left this world unseen.
Forget the truth and believe the lie, about the things that went on in floor 19.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
I never allow myself to wipe the wet away from my eyes,
just because I refuse to believe that there are tears there to dry.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
Rage makes me roar my loudest.
All around me demeaning chuckles.
So I walk off into the forest.
Then I return with ****** knuckles.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
June 24th was the day that I died,
Casting the line, to my mother I lied.
Standing at the edge of the dock,
It wasn’t as sturdy as I had thought.
I felt a tug at the end of my line and leapt up,
A fish that was finally mine!
The poor fish was caught and set on the floor,
I giggled and spun, then demanded more.
I didn’t notice the creaking beneath me,
The old dock collapsed, and fell into the sea.
My mouth had opened as if to scream,
But it was too late, I was sleeping never to wake, forever to dream.
If you asked me what it was like to die,
‘”cold,” is all I would reply.
It feels as if your freezing, every part of your body going numb,
Slowly giving up, realizing the struggle is done
All the while you’re awake inside your mind,
Begging to no one ‘I want more time!’
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
The Man of the Forest
Beyond your Earth, across the galaxy
Resides a boy, rather unhappily.
He has a name, they call him Solis,
He imagines he is The Man of the Forest.
A place with strange human-like aliens,
With glowing white skin, and black souls hiding in.
With dormant wings and sharp teeth,
With rainbow eyes, and smart brains beneath.
On a planet where each town is exactly the same,
Acting like their given name.
The town of purity with placid faces and plain smiles,
Jobs given at birth, an unlikely life style.
One duty is to hold their sins.
The Sinner keeps them beneath his skin.
Never can a word leave Solis’ mouth,
Or lay his fate, facing the south.
Doesn’t matter how bad the crime,
He can’t talk, he can’t mime.
Once they come and speak
They forget about their disgraced feat.
The burden is left for him to bare.
Bare it alone to avoid a judging stare.
No choice, disobey the Priest he wouldn’t dare.
Too many tears he has spilled that aren’t his,
No choice, it is what it is.
But as the years went by and by,
He got up and learned to fly.
Like a bird, all through the sky.
Each day he practiced more and more,
Until he reached the clouds to soar.
Then with joy and little care,
He dropped their sins from the air.
Solis was finally free,
He shouted and laughed then screamed “Whoopee!”
But as he watched them fall down and down.
He saw them heading towards his town.
Like seeds they burrowed beneath the ground.
They spread their dark and sticky roots around.
It happened quickly and with no mercy
The once pretty town, now broken and *****
Gone were the strange people that lived there,
Their bodies and minds unable to handle what he had bared.
The tears that dripped down his face were only his.
To sin, what a sorrow it is.
The guilt that weighed him down was from his own creation.
Solis fluttered down from the sky and landed in the housing station.
The place he wished to burn so many times,
Was finally gone and all he felt was the need to pay for his crimes.
He stretched his wings and shot up into the stars,
To search for a planet with trains and cars.
But as he reached the moon he found he couldn’t breathe,
All of his tears had left him lonely and aggrieved.
He fell back into the darkness
Until the light was less and less.
Solis is now nothing but space
Gone was the last hope for his race.
Beyond your Earth, across the galaxy,
Lived a man, rather unhappily.
He had a name, they called him Solis.
He once imagined he was The Man of the Forest.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC