Your name does not matter to me.
Not with all the names you've called her,
Hanging in the air like
toxic gas suffocating innocent children.
You're too ashamed of the beautiful person you've created
to look her in the eyes.
Too afraid you'll see all of the things
you are not.
She cuts herself off
because the person she was told to trust,
took her heart
and sent it through a grinder.
She rations herself like she does her food,
too afraid to give herself away
because you taught her to
hate what the mirror reflected.
But of everything broken
that she has become,
she will only ever always be a
reflection of what you wish to be.
And I pray to whatever's living
that when she leaves,
she will take all of your
arrogant self-righteousness with her.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Have you heard the story of The Five Elements?
There was Water to replenish the Earth, quenching his thirst.
Fire was jealous, so he had to burn Earth, and this only dried Water up.
Wind had no interest in sides, and he played with Fire's flames, causing them to grow. He made ripples in Water, causing her to come back with waves.
With Water's waves, she put Fire out. Fire and Water are always fussing, like an old married couple.
Wind enjoyed messing with Earth, as well, blowing stuff around and destroying rock - although that took some time.
Earth did not mind any of them. Water gave him life, and also helped him start anew with floods.
Fire also helped Earth, by ridding of the dead and helping the living start over. Wind also helped Earth.
Wind helped spread DNA and helped things begin life.
Spirit had no place where the others were concerned. She was wiser than them all, but she could not destroy, like Fire, Water, and Wind.
She did not hold them all together like Earth. She could not quench thirst like Water, and she could not help start populations like Wind, nor could she rid of the dead like Fire.
Though, Spirit is what helps them keep going. She is the animals, the insects, the plants.
She's the soul and everything of the like.
Without Spirit, Earth would be barren.
Yes, the other Elements would still exist, but there would be no point.
No one is better than another. No, they hold each other together.
Fire may love Water and Water may love Fire.
Earth and Spirit are the eldest and have been around the longest; their love is the strongest.
Wind is not a child, but he has the will of one. Nothing can tie him down.
Their family is not perfect, but there would be nothing without them.
This is the story of the Five Elements.
Alone, they are nothing.
Together, they are stronger.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Vanishing into shadows
Goes Father Sun.
Rising above all
Is Mother Moon.
Moon's Children rise
As brilliant
Stars.
Together, they watch
The darkened world.
Until Dawn,
When Father rises
As Mother and Children
Take to their beds.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
Rose as red
As the crimson
Blood within.
Petals fall
One by one.
Stem as bright
As a healthy
Green hill.
Thorn as sharp
As a razorblade.
Brown and yellow
Slowly encases
The one true
Rose.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
No laughs,
No running feet,
No smiles,
Only sorrow.
Grim looks
Scar all who
Come with no
Warning.
A warm hug
Breaks the
Sullen case.
Love fills the
Heart as
Smiles light the
Eyes.
Finally and forever,
A joyous feeling
Comes at last.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Rose so red,
Made of blood.
Petals droop
As one falls,
Never again to rise.
Once Fallen,
Glory vanishes.
Hearts break
As tears fall.
Crimson flows
The blood
As those whom
Mourn,
Fall as well.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
The spaces between my fingers are supposed to be where my Soul Mate could fit their fingers - perfectly. My lips are shaped to fit against theirs so that our kisses would leave us breathless. My body is designed to curve into theirs without any space between us.
When our skin touches, there's supposed to be sparks flying everywhere. I'm supposed to crave this one person and only this one. I'm supposed to know when they're near. I'm supposed to ache with yearning for them.
Upon first eye contact, I'm supposed to know that this one person is The One and we're automatically in love. They're supposed to be on my mind constantly. This person is supposed to be my everything; they're supposed to be the air I breathe, my world, my stars, my rock, my universe, my reason to live... My life.
But why is this person so hard for me to find? What if I don't find them? Why do I have to suffer in my search for "The One"? If this person is my reason for living, why haven't I died yet, without them?
They can't teach me how to love, I taught myself. They can't teach me to hate, the world already did.
So, Soul Mate of mine, you better hurry and show up. Hurry, teach me the wonders of the world, life, space, and time. Hurry, and teach me the one thing I haven't learned: a love that's worth living for. A love that'll last more than a lifetime. A forever love.
Because, if you don't hurry... Well, I'm afraid I'm running out of time.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Everyone has a dream job.
As do I,
But mine is common,
And yet not.
Literature.
Novels.
Poems.
Writing; the scratch of
Pencil or pen on
Porcelain-white paper.
It calls to me,
My heart.
"Novelist, poet
Her works are
Great," is what
I want people to say, in
My name.
Not some silly
Amateur.
A professional.
Like Edgar Allen Poe or
Shakespeare.
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue.
Oh, writing's in
My blood.
Not music or
Construction.
My hand curves
Around a writing
Utensil like
A lover's hand
Caressing their
Sweetheart's
*****
I could write
Forever and ever,
Like an eternal heartbeat,
But every heart's
Gotta end,
As does every song,
And so does this
Poem. Until then,
Does the beat stop.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
A creature so vile,
It's venomous clutches
Come when no one
Expects.
The tendrils claw
And claw,
Dragging down
Your precious soul.
The darkness rushes
In, the
Air pressure increases.
My chest, your chest,
It feels like it's collapsing.
The heart fails
To beat, to
Pump the blood.
The voices whisper
In my, your, our
Ears. Escape. Escape.
Sleep and never wake.
What is real and what is not?
Darkness.
It's a veil.
So, this is what it's like
To die.
A void of whispers,
Begging for you to help them,
The darkness...
No feelings.
Who... No, what
Am...Are we?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
I am a girl.
I like boys
And that’s okay.
But I also like girls,
That isn’t okay.
Love is only
Love when it’s
Opposite genders.
That isn’t fair.
I love her.
That’s wrong.
Why?
“The Bible says so,”
“It just is,”
“You can’t reproduce.”
I’m not a Christian.
You’re wrong.
What about adoption?
“You don’t really
Love her.”
My heart knows,
Not you.
Gender, race, religion,
Age, height, weight,
Distance, looks…
Why does it matter?
It shouldn’t.
Only personality should;
The character.
You love who you love,
I love who I love.
My love life
Shouldn’t involve
You.
Stay.
Out.
Love is love.
I make my
Own choices.
You’ve gone quiet.
Stay that way
When it involves
Me.
Me and my life.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC