his
nails
slid down
her
thighs
as he
kissed
her
goodbye
he called
it
love
but
there was
something
corrupt
his hands
didn't
belong
there
and
neither
did
his words
they
left her
broken
they
left her
burnt
he's
miles
away
and
she
cries
in bed
repeating
all the
words
she
never
said
maybe
she
deserved it
maybe
she
still does
but
something
about this
doesn't
feel
like love
his
hazel
eyes
and
voice
so
raw
his
fingertips
felt
so wrong
did
she love
him
or did
she love
the
pain?
the torture
of being
forced
to scream
his name
little
girl
gone
too
soon
her
broken
dreams
rest
in
the
tomb
her
desire
to
be
loved
left
in
the womb
while he
lives
his life
dancing
to
his
own
tune.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
Hell is
being with you in my
sleep
But waking up
all alone
With windows open
and wine bottles shattered
on the floor
Hell is
standing in the shadows watching
you adore another woman
Kissing her and holding her
Hell is
being all alone without the soul I adored
S.M.R.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Broken promises
Unanswered calls
A disappearance from
her life
To you
goodbyes mustn't be so hard
S.M.R.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
I just keep walking
not knowing where to go
A distant future
But a past that runs so slow.
I'm lost and confused
With no one to grip
A knife in my back
A heart that's been ripped.
I live each day
With a steady breath
and a blink to follow
I never thought it'd be hard
Until my heart turned hollow .
I wanna shout out
For someone to come and save me
I'm crying and lashing
asking for a plea.
For someone to take away this dreadful pain,
That's clashing in my mind
I always thought I'd see love,
But I just ended up blind
Why is this happening to me?
What did I ever do?
It seems like sunny days are over
And all I can see is blue.
But black can't even describe my soul
My incompetent fate
I drown in tears
My soul filled with hate.
I wish i could start over
As if my life can respawn,
Or maybe it'd be better,
If I were just gone
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
If you burn a flower,
it happens slowly. (to you)
It may be astonishing
to watch and smell and feel,
but just look at what you've done
to the flower...
There are traces left;
the scent lingers,
but that flower will never be the same.
The colors are no longer vibrant.
The flower becomes stale and dried out.
It becomes so frail
that touching it
could wither the rest
of what is left behind.
The worst part is that
you have never been,
could never be a flower.
You don't know what it is
to be a flower, you don't know
what it feels like when it is burning.
You blindly take action against nature
not fearing the consequence.
Nature is there for you,
nature takes care of you.
Look at what you have done
to this beautiful flower that you
once held so dear?
Foolish little boy;
once you stop caring for your planet,
the planet no longer takes an interest in you.
It no longer respects you,
feels the need to protect and nurture you.
You have taken this flower,
this gift of the universe and damaged it.
When the rain stops falling and the gardens
cease growth, don't curse the skies and the soil.
Return to the empty flower-bed where you
found that brilliant flower standing,
firmly rooted in the earth and extending up
to you awaiting it's water and food.
Feeding you it's beloved oxygen.
That flower is gone,
it has moved on to a new life,
with new purpose.
Once you waste something away,
you cannot get it back.
The lesson is hard to learn,
but none the less, you have learned it.
It is a s h a m e ,
the earth loses flowers every day
for little boys to learn big lessons.
kd
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
They tell me that I'm a good poet
That I have a way with words.
They tell me that I can make the simplest things sound beautiful.
That I can make a flower bloom
Just by stringing 26 letters of the alphabet into a sentence.
They tell me that I'm complex.
That they have to read between the lines just to figure me out.
They tell me that I make the easiest things complicated
That I can turn my McDonald's order into rocket science.
They tell me this
They tell me that
They. They. They.
But you,
Oh baby, you,
You didn't tell me anything.
You never felt the need to.
You accepted me.
Flaws and all.
You accepted the way I made gardens grow all around us,
You told me you loved the way I turned the carpet into our personal meadow.
You accepted the way I ordered my mcchicken burger
Even if it took forever for them to understand my words.
You showed me that it was okay to be me,
To be unique.
To be able to turn the abc's into rocket science,
The 1,2,3's into the tip of the iceberg
To be surrounded by metaphors and little jigsaw puzzles that everyone thinks they can figure out
But when they get frustrated they leave, their mood gone south.
But you stayed.
Patient.
To this day I can't get the courage to thank you,
I've tried
God knows I have
But this,
This is my final attempt.
No metaphors,
No similes,
Just me.
So thank you baby,
My McDonald's order will forever remain encrypted
And my words,
Complicated.
But us...
We're asymptotes.
Destined to come so very close,
But never intersecting
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
my mom was right
when she said *"don't look into their pretty eyes
you'll lose yourself in them"* she said
"and they'll steal the most beautiful parts of you for themselves"
but i did not listen to my mother
instead i listened to the boys with eyes full of wonder
when they filled my head with lies
i suppose i had a thing for the way the words tasted off their tongues
making me feel they could do no wrong
my mom was right
when she said *"don't let them taste your beautiful skin
they'll never be able to see you as more than a body after that"* she said
but i was a silly little girl
and i bared flesh to the boys with strong hands
and sparkling teeth
it was just that when they touched me
it felt as if they'd never let me go
i felt safe
but i ended up becoming just another flavor on their list
a one-time taste
my mom was right
when she said *"don't fall for the ones who seem to care about that precious mind of yours
because they don't"*
she said
"because they never will"
she said
*"they’re using your mind & your thoughts
as a method to get inside your body"*
she said
yet i ended up pouring out my heart to boys with faces shining as bright as the moon
i told them about my wildest desires and my craziest dreams
like how i wanted to change the world and make people smile
they smiled
and listened
while they slowly unbuttoned my top
one piece of clothing at a time
i undressed my soul when all they wanted was for me to undress my body
my mom was right
when she said *"don’t fall in love with their “live fast die young” attitudes
their definition of living in the moment
is use and abuse, my darling daughter,
don’t listen to the words they speak with their hands"*
she said
*"don’t let them fool you into thinking that your one night long romance
is b e a u t i f u l"*
but i couldn’t help myself
i fell hard and i fell fast
spent the rest of my nights
wondering why it felt so wrong when at the time it felt so right
i blamed myself for being too clingy
when the truth was
i was just naïve and silly
they asked for my body
and i gave them my heart along with it
silly
silly
silly girl
my mom was right all along
& i wish i'd realized that
before i ended up all alone in my bed
my blanket full of regret
and stains of my mistakes
i'm sorry, mommy,
i'm sorry i didn’t realize you were right from the very start
now i'm paying my dues in sweat, blood & tears
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
he said
*one day,
baby girl,
i'll buy you
the world
sprinkle you
with diamonds
and head to toe
in pearls
you'll dress in
the finest of silks
eat the freshest of foods
drink the purest of milk
sleep under
the most stunning mosaic
on a bed made of feathers
you will lay
never will
a worry cross your mind
the night will never be dark
i'll make sure your stars always shine
never be cold
blankets made of the fluffiest wool
with intricate patterns
made with the thread of gold
your hands will never
feel restricted to give
you can help others survive
support them to live
the orphans, the widows
the refugees, the victims
will always know
who to turn to to help them
you will be my queen
bare with me a few years
i'll make my way to the top
and then rid you of all financial fears
until then you have
my full heart, body & soul
just a while longer
& i'll buy you the world*
she looks at him
and shakes her head
takes his hand
makes him sit on the bed
looks him in the eye
and starts to smile
*my love,
my darling,
my reason to live,
hear me clearly
when i say this
i need no riches
i need no gold
for all these are material
you are my world
let paper money
and bank accounts
fly away
and burn to the ground
we'll build our home
with our bare hands
work day and night
sow and reap our own lands
with what we earn
we'll share with the world
we'll laugh and be merry
live together then marry
have children and watch them grow
and make beautiful our own little world
i appreciate the thought
but happiness can't be bought
the two of us together
is enough for me, forever ♡*
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Do not get tempted by
Unessential things that
Not only will have
You crying and withering with pain but
Aching with desires
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
It is too late to erase your name
from my heart
and the words carved your name
onto my flesh
Every corner I turn and every thought I have
reminds me of that horrible past of mine.
When I'd strip down to examine my
body
for which is made of skin covered bone
the skin that bares your name
will
always remind me of that past
we both had once shared.
It is not suppose to be this hard
to forget about our history
some people learn to let go quick
and that is what remains a mystery to
me
S.M.R.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC