As the last few heartbeats ticked away
The world stopped turning
Everyone stood still
Skyscrapers turned purple
Purple waterfalls
Purple skies
Purple tears
Across the globe
People congregated dancing to the beats
Of a fallen warrior
And people hung their heads low
Filled with sorrow
Over the death of a legend
Younger generations exposed to the music
That shaped their parents
A whole world stopped
From the loss of a single man
All around the world
Everything stopped
When all around the world
People are being killed and tortured
When all around the world
Children are being left to die
When all around the world
People are dying on the streets
When all around the world
People are killing themselves
What will it take for the whole world to stop
Just because I died?
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
Open arms
Like a friendly invitation
Calling me in
Drawing me closer
Wrapping around me
Squeezing so tight
Tight around my neck
No breath
Pleading
Begging
They let go
Choke back my tears
Apologize
I accept
Hug and make up?
Nod of my head
Familiar hands on my back
Stab
Blind sided
Falling for the trick
Falling on my knees
Begging please
Hand me a bandaid
Stick it on my back
Tell me it's all better
While there's blood running
Running down my back
Pooling at my feet
But we pretend
Pretend it isn't there
Like we don't see it
Oh what good actors
Great actors we are
How could we possibly ignore
The life slowly seeping
Out of me
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Gray should be fluid
Gray should be flexible
Gray should float back and forth
Freely
Mixing in wherever
But when gray is not black
And gray is not white
It is not a combination at all
Gray is just gray
And no one likes gray
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
As I stare into the mirror
My insides deflate
Is that really me
Staring back
All these critiques
Echoing in my head
This is too big
That is too small
My hair so frizzy
My body so fat
Look into my eyes
The window to the soul
Lost in the dark
Pleading for help
Falling on deaf ears
So much has changed
Last time I explored
I didn't need this flashlight
Too bad I forgot
That the escape isn't easy
It isn't quick
And it isn't forgotten
Seared into my memory
Imprinted onto my brain
Pounding to be let out
But my foot is stuck
I take the tumble
Such a familiar state welcomes me
There are some things I can hide
And others that seep through the cracks
Most things I'm unaware of
Oblivious to my own self
Until I take that tumble
Every once in a while
But I never get out in time
To avoid the pain
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
I've built these walls
Used the thickest bricks
And the strongest cement
But sometimes in life
People still break through
They make cracks in the barrior
So they can peer in
What they see is extraordinary
Or should I say
Extra ordinary
No matter how hard I try
I try to be different
Unique
And Special
Extraordinary
But on the inside
I know that all I am is
Extra Ordinary
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
Stomp of feet
Every day
Lone blue gum
Long forgotten
Far from missed
Trying to latch on
To anyone
To anything
Crowds part
Moving away
So far away
When all it wants
Is someone
Or something
To take it away
But for now it stays
Forever in its place
Bearing the footprints
Until one day
It's finally whisked away
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
You can stab my back
Just don't be surprised when I sharpen your knife
You can glare at me all you want
Just don't be surprised when I do it back
You can shoot your words like gunshots
Just don't be surprised when I hand you bullets
You can set me on fire
Just don't be surprised when I light the match
You can tear me up like paper
And spit on the pieces
But don't be surprised when I let you
For I can't feel anymore
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Here I sit
Between two choices
Between two people
Between two indentities
Looking for a happy ending
In a world divided
As sharp as black and white
To my left
Is what society wants me to be
Smart and respectful
Following the rules
Dressing to impress
safe, but
To my right
Is what I want to be
Dark and edgy
Rebelling
CLoaked in black head to toe
Black rimmed eyes
Loud music blaring
But the thing with black and white
Is that there is a gray area between
With infinite shades
Some wear it on their face
For everyone to see
While they group together
I'm left in wonder
For when I look in the mirror
I am suddenly colorblind
Blinking back at myself
for hours on end
Trying to figure out who I am
Am I more of what I'm trying to be
Or what I should want to be
Maybe I'm a perfect 50/50 mix
That isn't so perfect after all
It's plain and boring
perfectly ordinary
On the left
I would be a fake, and
On the right
I would be a fake
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
A blank page
Holds all the possibilities
That you may please
A blank page
Could be someplace new
Only true to you
A blank page
Is somewhere to reminisce
And dismiss
A blank page
Can withstand brilliance
And unimportance
A blank page
Is all you need
When you need to be freed
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
The people
Who notice
Broken smiles
Are the ones
That have
Their own
How are they
Supposed to
Save someone else
When they
Can't even
Save themself
From darkness
And pain
That hides behind
The dreaded
Fake smile
That fools
Them all
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC