I'm fine. I really am. I'm not upset. I'm just tired. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'm ok. I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone. I'll be alright. I'm not angry with you. Don't be upset. I told you I don't want to have this conversation. I don't need to. There's no reason to worry. I don't even want you to open your mouth. I just want to be left alone. I don't need help. That's for day dreamers. Oh, Now my heart is broken.. you fall in love, you cry for a while, and maybe you start to think like me. "How are you feeling? You don't look okay? Are you okay?"I cried for you. Where were you? Where did you go? And tonight, I'll fall asleep with you in my thoughts. Why are you letting me go? "She talks about you like you put the stars in the sky.
Yes I'm fine. I'm feeling better. Thank you, still a little out of it. Thank you though. Sorry, what was that? I wasn't paying attention. Yeah. I'm fine. You don't have to interrogate me. What's that? Oh nothing in particular. Just doing a little thinking. I was waiting for you to come.. You never came. Why didn't you ever come? I needed you. No, please don't leave me. Don't go. I don't want your help.. You're a **** I waited for you. It's like a love cycle, and then your heart gets broken. Than you cry some more. Please, I need you. Please. No, leave me alone. I said I'm fine, just go. Wait. Don't leave. Please. Why did you leave me? What did I do to you? I don't know what to do. I'm running out of band aids dear.. It's ashame.. We've all become such broken things. You complete me. Please don't leave me. I just can't do this anymore. I don't want to do this anymore. Maybe I expect too much.. I'm gonna grab the rope, and if you try to stop me, I'll slice my wrist. Don't go.. Please stop me. I can't. I can't. I don't know. I'm so confused.
So tonight I'll fall asleep with you in my heart.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
I sit back and wonder, not why? But about life, what makes me see the real meanin of the things that I see. Constantly, I continue to be, the realist of a lot of human things. Mother Oshune is what pureth me, let her rinse my face and cure me.. To be to be safe of the things that try to pull me, to be wise of the people who try to fool me. May my spirit control and guide me, may GOD be beside me, may the devil be abolished from me. May no door be open, let me toss the key. Let righteousness be in my hands. Let light shine and be around my stands. Let no human take my garnishments for their own evil possessions. But let me astray, and be found in my own essence.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
I know you're scared—
You're scared to write.
But I know that you're missing yourself tonight.
So just for this moment,
Forget everything you've learned.
Forget all your missing fragments.
Forget that you were ever burnt.
And just write.
Remember that night,
Where you almost lost it?
You took pen, papers, words, and you learned how to fight.
'Till this day you are still so in love with it.
You lost yourself in this busy world,
But you found yourself in the flow of words.
Never let go of who you are,
Never let go of something that loves you even with all your scars.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
My heart was very battered,
It was also broken,
It had endured so, so, much,
Of which I haven’t spoken.
With your love and tenderness,
My heart pounds once again,
Our hearts now beat together,
And there they shall remain.
Now …
My heart has found its true love,
My heart has found its home,
My heart is yours forever,
My heart is yours alone.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
I write you into my poems at midnight
So that I never forget you;
I write you into my prayers at midnight
So that you never forget me.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
If I could walk, I’d march with
The black and civil rights folk.
If I could walk, I’d carry a baby
On my shoulders to let him see
The evil behind him, in front of
Him, across the street he plays in.
If I could walk, I’d wrap love in
A blanket and give it to an old lady.
I’d sell my car and make a
Bandage out of its metal.
I’d be in a parade right next to the
Pastor from down home.
If I could walk, my tears would
Dry up, and my gut, as tight
As steel, would scream, fighting
Against the hate in the world,
The empty hearts emptier by the
Day, the hopeful souls dried up.
I cannot walk, but I can sing, and
I will sing songs of praise and
Melodies of strength and support
For those who hurt and whose
Eyes and ears are numb with
Grief and pain and chaos.
I cannot walk, but I can protest
Against betrayal and lies and
Corruption and bloodshed,
And protest I will.
© Lewis Bosworth, 8-2017
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
I came out as broken glass
Not a bottle, not a window, just glass
And I was told I was Broken.
But what if this is what I am?
I'm sharp and cut, and my pieces get broken smaller,
But that's what I am.
Broken.
- N. Morin
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
when i was lost
you taught the trees
to speak
so they could guide me
until
the sun
came up
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
i keep coming back to the hospital
the red beam on my skin
cold hands, everywhere is clean
and i am not sick. not anymore
not ever again
a white ray of light is carrying me
the road leads an empty flesh
the road swallows whatever's inside
i've become hollow even before- and now
i creak open
trying to stuff myself with what doesn't belong
this is a house. this, a hospital
i didn't pay my rent, so i came from the back
i keep coming back to the hospital
my feet, my head, my soul
only the heartbeat is steady. like the earth
that is the sun. that, what shouldn't burn
nurture me, nurses. smile at me like ever
gently feel the fabric of my clothes, doctor
tell me to eat. tell me to rest
tell me to do everything i shouldn't do
isn't that so naughty? to eat? to rest?
i wonder
i keep
i keep wanting to
this, a forever. this is the hallway
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Dear future child..
One day, if it's 3 AM and you find yourself in a world of complete despair. Please don't turn to strangers on the internet for solace as i did, please climb into my bed and i will hold you until the demons sleep. If it is Thursday morning and you're too sad to move,i wont force you to. I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favorite TV show and i will remind you of your importance. If you feel like you have no purpose, I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, i feel as well. When you're sure you can't go on anymore, I will tell you that when i was a teenager i searched for peace at the bottom of a ***** bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers, but years later when you were placed into my arms in the delivery room, I realized you were the reason I've been holding on for so long... and you saved me. So if you ever think about grabbing that ***** bottle, put it down. We will get into the ***** bottle, put it down. We will get into the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta. I will show you how the sun rises, encouraging you to rise too. Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings, as my mother was to mine.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC