We cannot take
a good, hard look
at ourselves
without help;
our own perception
a fun-house mirror,
twisting our foibles
into grotesques.
We become too big,
thinking we loom large
in the lives of others
who could not care less,
or we shrink into nothing,
disappearing from those
who miss us dearly.
Judge, jury and executioner,
we condemn ourselves
as not worthy of the air we breathe.
We cannot take
a good, hard look
at ourselves.
The look is rarely good,
and often far,
far too hard.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
He relishes in the dark
And lives among the dead
His presence is enough to cause the living dread
The assassinator of souls
And demise of men
He will strike, but you'll never know when
The fear of many yet the prayer of some
Known as the grim reaper
He'll come back again
The graveyard is his home
The dead are his friends
But today he stands among the silence of the dead
And wonders what its like to meet an end
With that thought in mind
He lights up his cigarette
Exhales the noxious smoke
And inhales the toxins
Whats fatal to the mortals
Is abortive on him
His heart is dark and existence is grim
And that burning cigarette is all of what he has
So he finds pleasure in its poison
And hopes to be its prey
Although he's aware
He'll never see that day
But that glowing cigarette
keeps his demons away...
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Every night i slip through the sands of time
And escape to the world of dreams
Only to be rudely pushed back into the harsh world of reality the next morning
And i just hate it
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
You say that you love me
So why don't your actions suggest the same?
All you do is make me cry
And yet you put on me the blame
I don't want no gifts
I don't want no fancy stuff
All i want is a little respect
I think that's not too much to expect
Mean what you say
With my heart...don't just play
You keep hurting me every other day
And make it so difficult for me to stay....
...in this relationship
So please stop hurting me
Love me like you used to
You weren't like this before
Baby...what's wrong with you?
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
Your life is impacted not just by the things you do but also by the things you don't do.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I’m sorry I haven’t been talking lately
And if I'm being honest
I just haven’t been feeling okay
Wish I could tell you why
Something I can’t describe myself
Tears put me to sleep last night
But that’s alright
I’m used to it now
I thought morning would come
And I would forget what I felt yesterday
But it didn’t
The morning light only illuminated my demons
And shone on my flaws
In the mirror I saw
My greatest enemy
So I tried to fight it
The battlefield was me
By afternoon I lost
A war that was me
The sun went down
And so did I
So I hid in the shadows,
And slowly died…
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
I burnt my scar today
To see if it still peels
The mirror looks away
Through the shed of my blank tears
Through my depression zones
The only thing I've known
No one truly cares
We all die alone
So what have i become
My sweetest friend
Everyone i know, goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My whole pile of dirt
I will let you down, i will make you hurt
You really don't have anything to fear.
I wear this crown of bones
Upon my scorching skin
Memories of old
Broken days of sin
Beneath the stains of time
The pain still feels
You are someone else
I have disappeared
So what have i become
My sweetest friend
Everyone i know, goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
I don't know what its worth
I will let you down, i will make you hurt
If i could start again
A billion planets away
I would keep myself
I would find my faith
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Smile For Me
Please break the silence,
You’re the only person I can hear,
Please save me.
You’re the only person I can see,
I only have eyes for you.
I will give up all I have for you;
my spirit, my soul.
Slow down, I can’t breathe without you.
If I saw tears run down your cheeks,
I could not help the red on my wrists.
If you shiver, I would hand you my skin.
If your wrist broke, I would give you my bones.
I’d give you the wind in my lungs,
The blood in my veins.
Take what you want from me.
If you smiled, I’d hope it was because of me…
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Make her love you with a whisper
Entrap her with a kiss.
Pick flowers for her,
Selected for their qualities.
Wrap them up and tie them tight.
For true love is exciting when visible before her eyes.
Sir,
Be wise before you prise her fingers out from your hands.
Love lasts forever.
It makes no demands
Think before retreating of the love you shared before.
Angels danced on flighty feet believing that your love were true.
From topaz blue horizons her ring she'll give to you.
You will answer her calling upon bended knees.
Begging of her, her sweet hand in marriage.
Carried forever in a glass fronted carriage.
Love will be forever and forever hangs upon a sunny day.
(c)LIVVI
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC