I come from stardust.
From black holes and nebulas,
Asteroids and sun flares.
I come from darkness and silence...
I come from nature.
From sea that provides,
To soil that nurtures.
I come from earth, and spirit...
I come from weakness.
From streams of blood,
And crippling flesh
I-- come from man...
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
I don't know why my own reflection
Only seems to make me cry.
I don't know I hide away
So please don't ask me why.
But I can tell you that I'd rather be
Alone and in my bed.
To not swallow all my words that hide
In every sentence said
So, isolation is the freedom
To live in my own skin,
Safe harbor for my wondering mind
To taste all whimsied sins
And I can see a beauty
In words that others will not hear.
Where every sentence,
Bathed in truth,
And every action
Clear.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
If I told you you're too chunky,
That you need to lose some weight,
Would you take my word as gospel?
Mold yourself to fit my taste?
If I told you, wear more makeup
Your skin is way too flat,
Would you hide your true reflection?
Behind a powder ridden mask?
If i said your "tastes" are tasteless,
Would you offer up that too?
Would you hide your true desires,
And all that makes " you" you?
If I said to join the masses,
To act and look the same,
Would you try the hottest mind *****
Would you treat life as a game?
If I told you, be more willing,
Would you lay upon your back?
For if you wish to catch a tiger
You must offer up a snack
Would you follow the suggestions
Of a stranger you can't see?
Is that not what we're all doing,
To fit in with society
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Normal
A word
That Controls you
Shackles you to society
The fee? Your Self worth
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
It buries deep inside you
To your center, pure and weak
It latches on and melds with walls
This unsuspecting leech
It touches every feeling
Even taints your view of life
What was once a bright and budding field
Is now filled with traps and strife
It tells you that your worthless
Trying only gets your hurt
It tells you don't begin the race
For you'll never come in first
After years go by in anguish
You look inside to see
The leech that started out so small
Is now the only presence seen
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
What started as nicks
Slowly turned into cuts
Grabbed my jacket to hide them
Hid my clothes stained with rust
At first it was scissors
I Upgraded to glass
But the cuts were too shallow
And the pain wouldn't last
I found my first razor
I was a little to bold
Cut deeper than ever
And my fingers ran cold
I first called it "coping"
Used it when I felt bad
The deeper I made them
The less I felt sad
But now that I'm older
I've come to realize
It's more an addiction
I even cut when I'm fine
It's the legs that I stand on
I'm the worm in its clutch
So I'll continue to please it
And hide clothes stained with rust
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
My sweet, sweet girl, how lovely
Once eager and full of life
What cracked the walls around you
And stole your inner light?
Please sweet girl! Please tell me!
What methods this monster used
How he consumed a soul so bright
So that I may do so too
Details! My girl, more details!
Tell me more of this cunning beast
Tell me how it was he lured you in
Tell me how he laid his feast
Listen poor girl, just listen!
Wipe away your tears of woe
Tell the world of all my cunning
And perhaps I'll let you go...
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
I know and feel nothing.
No pain of the body, or guilt of the Mind. Not the sacrifices ripped from my fingers, nor the responsibilities wrapped around my neck .
Though I'm surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence, there is no fear. Only silent acceptance.
I know not where I am or how long I have been there. I don't know if I'm missing someone or if someone's missing me.
I am darkness.
I am the unassuming silence.
After some time, how long I know not,
I feel...tingles.
First in my toes..
Then my legs, hips, stomach, face.
A soothing wave of white noise spreading through and around me.
My body has returned to me.
I muster the strength to open my eyes, again met with the same darkness that I have taken solace in.
I sit up just as a dim light appears from everywhere and nowhere.
Illuminating my surroundings.
Walls... Steel walls.
I'm in a room it seems, a very large room at that.
Comforting, protecting...
Holding me in its silent chambers.
A cool, soft breeze rubs against my skin, tickling the hairs.
I hear footsteps in the distance.
Something-
Someone- is approaching.
A shadow just out of reach, stops and regards me.
With its voice on the wind, it whispers
“ You have passed your trials and have won your battles. Your gift awaits you.”
The shadow turned and walked back into the darkness.
Leaving me to ponder at its message.
As I sit and stare out into dark I feel something, soft and strange.
Grass...
Grass under my fingers, growing from the floor. Soft and cool under my touch.
The room is changing before my eyes.
I look up to see a sky of stars and clouds. And around me, a field of the greenest grass.
The moonlight dimming every so often as the clouds pass by.
The wind, stronger now in its caress, whistles sweetly through the grass.
I lay back to the ground as chimes play soothingly around me.
As my body sinks into the earth I think, Such sweet silence that has been bestowed upon me.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
I was thrown in the ocean,
beneath moon, and dark skies.
Cold water engulfed me.
Salt burned in my eyes.
I remember the beating;
Body broken- and numb.
I remember the panic,
I remember the gun...
I was thrown in the ocean.
Lungs burned in my chest
light played on the surface
body claimed by the depths.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
I am frightened
Of bumps that sound in the night
I am frightened
Of fighting my next fight
I am frightened
Of giving my own space to share
I am frightened
That one day no one will be there
I am frightened
When phone rings its vice like tune
I am frightened
When my turn has come too soon
I am frightened
Of swaying at dizzying heights
I am frightened
Of telling my parents goodnight
I am frightened
Of what I'd do for another's embrace
I am frightened
Of sharing someone else's space
I am frightened
Of things that may never come true
I am frightened
Of the possibility that they do
I am frightened
Of thoughts that are carved in my skin
I am frightened
Of truths that ring through them
I am frightened
Of hate that I swim like the sea
I am frightened
For it's aimed not at you, but me
I am frightened
That one day I may conquer that hate
I am frightened
That "one day" may be too late
I am frightened.....
I am frightened.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC