In the sky
I see a man
He’s smiling but his eyes
Oh, to gaze into his eyes
They cry down sallow cheeks
The creases fill with salt
And drop into the ocean
Each night it slowly fills up
When I was small
Looking out onto the grassed terrace
Seeing his tears flow
I cried too
And realised
He was like me
Me and the Moon
We’re never alone
We cry together
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
In the sky
I see a woman
She’s smiling but her eyes
Oh, to gaze into her eyes
They cry down sallow cheeks
The creases fill with salt
And drop into the ocean
Each night it slowly fills up
When I was small
Looking out onto the grassed terrace
Seeing her tears flow
I cried too
And realised
She was like me
Me and the Moon
We’re never alone
We cry together
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
I enjoy covering up my skin with different designs.
My skin is attached to my body.
My body is something I do not like.
So by covering my skin
I am initially covering my body.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
He dreams that the world
would stop judging him
by
the clothes he wears
or the bed he shares
or the skin he tears.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
I am from everlasting irrational fears about the most unrealistic situations.
i am from sleepless nights thinking about the unanswerable questions and feeling scared to dream.
i am from a good home, yet i still have problems,
i am from being made fun of because of my race, something that i had no control over
i am from jumbled thoughts that never seem to cease
i am from rainy days that are the only thing that seem to bring me joy
i am from feeling no hope about my future,
i am from ****** up feelings about what’s going on around me,and a longing heart to be accepted for who i am.
i am from people who were scared of me because i spoke of death and decay.
i am from believing there is no god in this universe.
I am from the country where people can **** me for my beliefs.
i am from wishing i was never born, So i would’ve never had to experience this hell called life.
i am from days where i feel completely lost in direction to thinking i know exactly what is in store for me.
i am from hating just about everything about myself and days where i just want to end it all.
i am from blaring music in my ears that when i take out my earbuds i can hear a distant ringing.
i am from trying to look for the best in every situation to giving up and always assuming the worst.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
Shaking violently;
Plunged into a dark,
Wet abyss,
Tiny bubbles escape me.
Each containing
A dream,
An idea,
A memory.
Futilely,
I gasp;
Trying to breathe
them back in.
Filling myself with vacuity.
The bubbles slowly
dissipate.
I become what
nothing is.
.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
I had a dream last night
where i blinked
and you were gone.
A lifetime had passed
between the two of us
i had become old
and feeble and frail.
and the world was so different
without you there.
I looked for you everywhere
asked everyone if they’d seen you.
and i cried,
as you slipped further and further away.
But i kept going
with my weak little heart
and my teary eyes
and aching body.
And i lived for you
for the both of us
for the memory
of your smile
and the sound of your voice.
The pieces of my weak little heart,
shifting with every stitch,
every clumsy thread meant to pull me back together,
kept pumping
kept thumping
kept beating
kept living.
And i laughed
when i felt our fingers intertwine
for the first time in forever
i laughed until i cried.
Then i woke up,
uncertain, unsure
if this was a dream come true,
until i found you,
and my heart healed once more.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Love is a memory,
Forgotten in time.
Love is a memory,
A story, that I left behind.
Love is a memory,
Of all the lies that I ever knew,
in lie of truth.
Love is a memory,
On the digital analogy particles of my soul.
Love is a memory,
One I choose to lose.
Love is a memory,
That I will give back to the dark.
Love is a memory,
That once little a silent spark.
Love is a memory,
In the wastelands that is, I.
Love is a memory,
In a forgotten corner of my mind.
Love is a memory,
Like that of a forgotten dream.
Love is a memory,
The forgotten and unwanted parts of me.
Love is a memory,
A battlefield, in which I stand alone.
Love is a memory,
That has left me out in the cold.
Love is a memory,
One to which, I now choose not to know.
Love is memory,
Burned into my soul.
Love is a memory,
That I choose not to know.
Love is…
Love is…
Love is…
A memory.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
I’m nobody’s child,
I’m nobody’s child
I’m like a flower just growing wild
No mommy’s kisses and
no daddy’s smiles
Nobody wants me,
Because I’m nobody’s child.
I can’t seem to understand
Why the folks all pass me by
‘Cause I know it’s true that
I will die and go far away in the sky.
A place I want to leave behind,
but always blaring in my mind.
I cannot run and cannot hide.
from the darkness that lies inside.
the answers I seek to find.
questions I donno of which kind.
My body so cold and eyes are dry.
No mother’s arms to hold me when I cry.
Sometimes it gets so lonely here.
I wish I could die and go there.
And I don't wanna see those face
That I don't care!
Because I’m nobody’s child,
I’m nobody’s child.
I’m like a flower just growing wild.
No mommy’s kisses and
No daddy’s smiles,
Nobody wants me,
And I’m nobody’s child.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC