One day your looks will dissipate
Like the steam from boiling water
Gradually but inevitably
Your physicality will falter
Superficiality
Is joyous to an extent
When you're young and exploring life
But you can't always depend
On materials and shallow links
To bring you what a connection can
When you're on your death bed
Whether wealthy or simply meeting ends
Superficiality fades
When all you crave is to hold a hand
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
I am adverse to crowds
And have an affinity for isolation
I fear dying alone
Yet feel the most lonely when I am not
I fear I speak too loud
When I hear myself communicating
But my words are still unheard or ignored
Despite the label I feel disavowed
My last few calls were for favors
I have not received another in a week
I am asked why I stay inside
And haven't seen a friend in weeks
When I begin to answer
Attention goes to anything but me
It's as if questions are just statements
The silent answers scream blatantly
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Over time, even his mere existence has stiched itself into the very seams that uphold my being
We have become two elements compounded together; I will never regain my untouched identity
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
I’ve finally come to realize
That it wasn’t anything I did wrong
It’s just that the way I am
Didn’t fit the doll you had drawn
It’s not the typical
*I’m just not skinny enough
I’m not pretty enough
I’m not smart enough*
Because you didn’t just want pretty
My body did suit your eye’s hunger
It wasn’t anything physical
I was simply too fast for the hunter
Because I’m just not naive enough
My mind wasn’t bleak enough
I wasn’t afraid enough
I wasn’t weak enough
And instead of apologizing
As a means of stipulation
I became smarter, stronger, happier
I didn’t fall for manipulation
And that’s not what you looked for in a woman
So you found a new target to offer that world
Instead of fighting, I still seek purpose in my own
I won't allow my self-control to be overthrown
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
You were like a drug, I knew you could be worse for some
Like an acid strip, you only knew when it hit your tongue
But I was addicted; I didn't care enough to stop
Even after a bad trip, if I tried running, I'd withdraw
So I abused the drug, and in return, it abused me
But I'd rather be ****** up, then have my heart and mind empty
it was a bad choice, but now I'm numb and I'm alone
I took too much to quit cold turkey after an overdose
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sad is a feeling all too familiar
I could tell you why and tell you how
And you could tell me how to fix it
Angry is a feeling all too familiar
I could tell you who and tell you how
And you could tell me how to fix it
But the feeling of emptiness is
undefinable yet I can't deny it
It lingers without a reason I can pinpoint, yet I can't defy it
When my mind feels null and void and my heart feels dull
When there's an empty space in a place that's full
There's no where to look yet everywhere to go
Because I don't even know what is missing
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
We soar above the mystical white clouds
The only thing separating us is the translucent glass
We watch as it slideshows the roads we've surpassed
The city lights shine bright as we fly into the night
Above the city, above superior odds
At last, we feel in our hearts that we've won the fight
Against ourselves, against our fears,
Against the struggles, thick and thin
Against adversity, physical and mental, we'll continue to win
Our next journey awaits us, 1000 more miles to go
We are newly bred soldiers, we stand ready to roll
Transformed sons and daughters, we make our way home
The same hometown and same people await
Yet the graduates returning through the gates
Are now American soldiers, standing prouder than ever today
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
They say it's not a secret anymore
If someone knows
If someone told
Even though it screams to be let out
It's never been spoken out quiet or loud
It won't become real until it's revealed
Only inside me has it been screeched
Within the walls of my mind, reverberating
Until my head throbs and I listen softly
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
A new species still being studied-
They have a compulsive obsession with mutilating their bodies
They yank out hairs in the place on their face made for expression
Daily they scrape off natural hairs from their limbs
And from under them, considering the act as simple hygiene practice
Some will even lay in a chamber of radiation to cook skin browner
And smear a smelly cream to make the skin look slimy shiny and 'sexy'
They scorch their head hair to change the texture for a day
And they draw on their faces with crayons made from wax and oils
They prioritize displaying of the body shape over movement
With their tight denim body coverings and waist clinchers
They wear coverings of their feet with a stick replacing the heel
To look physically attractive, despite the injuries and lesions
They're expected to keep a casing over their chest tissues in public
They hide their pheromones with alcohol and fake smell of plants
They keep private and hidden that they perform excretory acts
And they're never content with the meat casing they're trapped inside
Only (almost) satisfied looking at their reflection and seeing a lie
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Is it symbolizing
Love?
The sacrifice and
Pain
Blue veins but red
Blood
Or is it your hatred
For you
A revelation of the
Boring truth
Not something special, but
Something I wish I never knew
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC