Have you ever gotten burned by fire?
Well I know I have.
Venomous, poisonous, hateful words,
fell straight from her lips and landed in my core.
Like a soldier who stood tall for so long,
I was shot down.
My reaction, silence.
I no longer saw her as the fire who no one couldn't stop,
but rather the fire who no one could put out.
Her words, her actions consumed me.
I the forest, and she the fire.
This combustion only left wreckage.
Just as her carbon took my oxygen,
her anger took my sanity.
There are days I want nothing more than to return to the past.
Forgive.
I'm not there yet,
For every time I approach trying to go back; I think,
Have you ever gotten burned by fire?
Well I know I have.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I used to dream in constellations now I just see pathetic glimmers in dark
I used to pray for forgiveness now I find forgiveness false
I used to understand with compassion now I couldn't care less
I used to be fearless now I shake at the sight of my reflection
I used to leap for the sun now I hide from the moon
I used to
used to
to
to live
to live now
and realize
you stole me
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
**** you,
Maybe I'm not "giving it energy,"
Maybe its causing me to fail,
Maybe its causing me to hurt,
Maybe I'm depressed about it,
Maybe I don't feel like repressing my emotions anymore,
Maybe the anger and hate its created is controlling me,
Maybe I don't ******* want it,
Maybe I want nothing more than to be free of it,
Maybe I feel like ****
Maybe its causing me to ******* hate myself,
Maybe its entirety is ridiculous,
Maybe I want to scream about it,
Maybe I'm its prisoner.
Maybe you should shut the **** up about not "giving it energy" because maybe you're not me!
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Out the front, to the right, three blocks down, two houses in, and look for one bright purple door...
I remember growing up with you.
I was always the cautious one --
but you, you could hardly sit still.
You leaped for the sun, and when you missed it by a little bit
I was there,
crushed between you and the pavement.
But it didn't matter your smile lit up an entire world -- mine.
You would laugh till your voice went mute.
Honestly though, you never could mute.
We'd sit and I'd listen
but time progressed and the green leaves fell.
From my best friend whose pretend wings challenged those of a phoenix,
To a adult with priorities, responsibilities.
Your free imagination fell prey to reality.
We went on our separate paths I'd be a lawyer, and you --
you'd go work in a third world country,
Saving lives, enriching souls
I stopped by the old stomping grounds the other week,
I went out the front, to the right, three blocks down, two houses in, and found one bright purple door.
But, you -- you weren't there.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
stranded on the open ocean
ceaselessly i rock
back and forth back and forth
time is incoherent
the rays of the sun become obsolete
yet still im on the open ocean
and ceaselessly i rock
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Beat down and bruised
My person was stolen, hidden, and used
My candle blown out by your control
And with that went my entire soul
You degraded me without shame
All those years I took the blame
Abuse and anger was all I had
************ you never felt bad
Mentally and physically you had me drained
Underneath the torture I was chained
Oh so desperately I gasped for relief
You grabbed me and crushed me like a leaf
Manipulation was your game
Played me like a pawn--go ahead take your fame
I was your slave far too long
Now I know you we're solely in the wrong
I'm getting out and moving on
Just remember I'm no one's **** pawn!
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
I rue the day when we can no longer be
the day without harmony
when faith is sold
when our love has rust
when our hearts turn cold
when all becomes dust
The day the sky turns gray
The day the joyful bird whimpers away
The day when our youth cannot feel
The day when we have no strength left to heal
The inevitable future is becoming clear
Hold on tight for it is packed with fear
Peace will only be a joke
And triumphant war will be our cloak
As we turn a blind eye
We lay down humanity to die
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
We are trapped
trapped into a machine of cogs, gears, and steel
We have no choice but to enter
it tosses us, hurts us, scares us
It forces us to conform into a fake tragedy
Society...it chews and spits us out
We're all just outsiders looking for a way in
We want to "fit in"
but what really is fitting in?
A satanic monster society is
built on hate and distrust
why not love and care
instead of bomb after bomb after bomb
Oh nuclear war you say
sure go ahead let's fund it!
What about education?
Our future thrown away because of greed
Greed of power
what is power?
is it money
I might not know much
but I believe
I believe in love
in human connection
in forgiveness
in hope
So maybe while you try to fit in
into this box
I will sit back as an outsider
of society
and I will dream...
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
Her daddy always said, "run...keep running...don't stop!"
Sweet smiles, beauty, and vibrant summed her up
She wanted nothing more than to appease
Perfect complexion and down to earth
At least that what we saw....
run...keep running...don't stop
She lived by her daddy's words
Underneath, she wanted nothing to do with herself
Empty and cold were her insides
She didn't hate herself because a perfect girl like that can't hate
She was depressed but she didn't know it
She had the world at her finger tips or so we thought
she ran...kept running...didn't stop...
but this time
she jumped!
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
I'm a dreamer,
I dream for a day where we choose love over hate.
I hurt for those who hurt,
I'm no better than the rest...
They say shoot for the stars,
but why?
Why shoot for stars?
Why not shoot for galaxies?
They say our brokenness makes us ugly,
To me our cracks, chips, smudges
define us
unite us
they are us
We are a broken mirror
Love is our glue
When we love; we fix; we heal
If we can love; we can glue
with our broken mirror and glue comes beauty
Its art
For now I can only dream
Dream for acceptance and love
Our love redeems, but our meanness kills!
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC