I am a womb
I am all encompassed
A cavern
Solitary in the depths
Desired by many
Loved by few
I am the walls men come to leave their writings on
Depicting their stories
Their hopes
Their dreams
I have no stories, no dreams
Empty and hollow
Echoing of those past
Valued but disposable
Made for a single purpose
Given to me by those men
Who have laid claim
I bore them
And then they return
With their writings, with their law
My miracle is theirs
Not my own
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 9:11 PM UTC
A silent room
Your echoes over the walls
I hear you from a distance
Speaking to anyone but me
I’ll be here when you come out
A passing word or glance
An obligatory gesture thrown my way
You’ll pay your tithe and leave again
Give all of your energy to others
And at the close…I’ll get what’s left
After you’ve laughed
After you’ve yelled
After you’ve lived the way you want
I’ll be here
For what’s left over
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
I climbed a mountain yesterday
I dug my heels in and went the hard way
My fingers got numb
And I barely could breathe
But that view was all worth it
Man it’s so ******* sick to be me
I got a promotion yesterday
Been working non stop
Night and day
Gonna be hard for a while
It’ll be worth it you’ll see
Man it’s so ******* sick to be me
I smiled yesterday
Took a break from crying
Got a little relief
A homeless guy had a cardboard sign
“sometimes it’s hard to be”
I smiled and thought to myself
Man I remember when it was sick to be me
I got out of bed yesterday
Don’t think I can today
That mountain might as well be on Venus
That promotion on Mars
I’m jealous of the homeless man
He’s really got it figured out
I’ll just lay here worthless
And think, “Man it makes me sick to be me”
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
I’ve got two hands to cling to yours
One heart to try to fit it in
But the hinges got broken
And it’s all spilling out
My left heart is what I’m left with now
The right one has gotten too full
Unclaimed baggage, misused words
We can see this out though, it’s the milk or the cow
Everything’s just gotten too blurred
I can only love you with my left heart
It’s the only one they could restart
If god has a right hand that’s righteous and strong
Then the left one was what became of man
You’ll get what remains, first love’s scraps
Forgotten from past romance
Because no one’s as good as those books from your shelf
Like birds of a feather, we flock together
But somehow we’ve all fooled ourselves
And no one’s as good, like you wish them to be
Throw another line out, another fish in the sea
Press together your hands, another prayer to plea
Because nothings as good as it seems
If my right heart was a lion
This one might as well just be a sheep
Does that make you a wolf with shiny white teeth?
Don’t pull the wool over my eyes
I want to see you when you bite
We can stay in this heart together
It’s cramped and it’s tight. I am yours, you’re not mine
I tried to hang on, but your grip, it felt light
My left I guess is smaller than my right
You can have this left heart if you want
Let me borrow that knife you’re hiding
And I’ll scrawl in your name
Just don’t **** me and try to love me
This is my last one, ***** this up and I’m done
I’d just be blood and bone
And no one wants to see what they’ve sown
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
I didn’t expect that to hurt so much
You say your peace
Say I wounded you
Say I wasn’t there
Say I couldn’t be your savior
A title you gave to me
I don’t want to be anyone’s savior
Saviors become martyrs
I won’t fall on your sword
You’d have me believe you were too wounded to have sharp edges
I know differently
Because after you said your peace
After you cut me down
~blocked~
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
Pretty petals on a flower
1,2,3,4,5
Petals that are soft
Petals that are vulnerable
Petals for someone else
Requiring gentle touch
The fifth one has started to wilt
Someone loved it too much
But a loving touch is handled with care
This petal is wilted from someone too rough
Love has guidelines
Ones we don’t speak of
Unspoken rules, universal truths
A petal is vulnerable and easy to tear
By fingers that rip, the kind that don’t care
The kind that just want, the kind that will take
This petal is dying
Someone loved it too much
Not love at all though
Love only comes from gentle touch
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
You have to be okay
Be okay for my best friend
Be okay for the future you have
Be okay so you can marry her
Be okay so I can stand there beside her
And I can cry seeing how happy you make her
You’ll be okay because you’re strong
I can’t see you wither away
She can’t see your strength fade
She can’t see your light go out
She can’t see her heart break in two in a hospital bed
You’ll be okay because your hands are scarred
You’ve lifted heavier weight than what’s on your shoulders
You’ll be okay because you’re stubborn
You’ll be okay because you’re so full of love
You have to be okay because this world needs you
It needs people like you
The world needs your love in it
You’ll be okay because we need you to be
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
I have to pull myself out
You can’t help me
I don’t want your shovel
I need to claw my way out
I need this dirt under my fingernails
I need the rocks to scrape my hand
I need to know actual hurt
I need the blood to come from my cuts
Don’t let them bury me here
Don’t let this bury me
I’ll scratch the coffin lid
I’ll ring the bell
Will anyone hear me
Do they think I’m too far gone?
Do they know?
Do they care?
I’m the one who should care for me
I need to find self love in this darkness I’ve made
I’ll find it through the pitch and mud
I’ll find it when I save myself
I won’t let this bury me
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
I want to cry sitting in the floor with my dog
People aren’t like this
He doesn’t expect me to be creative with my words
He doesn’t need me to tell him he’s cute
I pet his head and I know all he sees is me
He doesn’t care if I cry for no reason
He doesn’t care if I don’t want to get out of bed today
When I stop petting him he puts his paw on my leg
He wants me to keep petting him
He isn’t afraid to tell me what he wants
What he needs
He is unabashedly candid
He doesn’t play games
He doesn’t hold back
People aren’t like this
This pure, this innocent
I want to cry
Because I wish I were more like him
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC