Monster boys like you and ghosts like me
were never supposed to love
not tenderly,
not viciously,
we weren’t cut out for it
we were never cut out for it
and yet
we tried
oh, we tried
i tried
a ghost like me tried to love a monster boy like you
and you crushed me
you scooped me up into the palm of your scaling hand
and caressed the nothingness of my body
and caressed
and caressed
until you had me
you wrapped your fingers around my sinuous frame
and crushed me
until i dwindled down into
nothingness
until i screamed out
you didn’t let go until i agreed to haunt you
monster boys like you and ghosts like me were never meant to care for another being
and yet
we tried
oh, we tried
i tried
monster boys like you and ghosts like me were never meant to be
and yet
we were
in some twisted way, we reminded each other of that, i think
that we existed
that we bled
monster boys like you and ghosts like me, bleed.
we bleed.
~by casper beau
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
My mother always said,
Life is like a river.
It starts slow,
A lingerting childhood.
An anticipation for the deep waters.
A steady flow.
My mother always said,
Life is like a river.
The middle,
Rebellious and restless.
An unpreditctable meander.
A hasty flow.
My mother always said,
Life is like a river.
And at one point it all comes together,
Each stream,
A lifetime of experience.
A river.
The cycle of life.
Hesitantly I asked,
But mother,
What if I can't swim?
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
I am no longer sure if I wish more to be
a poet,
or a poem,
or if I even wish to be
at all.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
“She prides herself on her strength and steel,
but she cracks like porcelain now and then.
She knows how to piece herself back together,
but covers her cracks and chips in layers of glue.
She is composed of fire and compassion,
but she struggles with doubts and insecurities.
She burdens herself with the weight of the world,
but carries forward bravely, determined to make her mark.
She takes the reigns and her presence screams command,
but she hates the burden that comes with being in charge.
She knows leaderships rests deep within her bones,
but she resents her authority and responsibility.
She builds armor out of sharp wit and determination,
but she doesn’t dare smooth out any of her jagged edges.
She understands that she is the hero of her own story,
but recognizes even heroes need saving sometimes.
She burns soft and bright like a star in the night sky,
but she explodes violently like a supernova from time to time.
She scatters herself like stardust across galaxies in the aftermath,
but she is phoenix incarnate, reborn timelessly from her ashes.”
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
**** It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the **** out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with *****
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty ******* stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re ******* some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a *******
mess.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC