Thou shadow shaped ice,
freezing to eternal winter.
Thou ******* more brutish and cloddish
Soft snow does settle after stormy seasons
But winter’s bite too fierce, too drawn.
Ice formed sharp edges deep within
Preparing
Lovely flowers lie
Surrendering to the storm
Oh sadness thou savor!
Branches break beneath thunder’s bark.
Could one be saved by sun’s kiss?
Gentle touch tint tough skin
Melt thou’s burn, spring daphnes belle.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
What is Peace?
If not love, and happiness.
Is it that absence of anger,
To not deal with the rage thundering through the walls of our homes and cities?
Is it the lack of drama,
to not have to deal with the stress that our lives throw at us?
To not feel pain, as our lives and maybe loved ones create over time... emotionally, or physically?
What is it you think of, when you imagine peace?
A calm life, filled with laughter, smiles, and tears of joy?
Do you imagine those things in life you've wanted most surrounding you?
No bills, no pills, no kills.
Sharing, love, and care?
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
A pretty new dress
My pretty blue dress
I laugh, she smiles
I tease, she plays
“Let’s wrestle” she says
And jumps onto me
I scream, I struggle
Relentless, she seems
Wrists pinned above my head
My waste suppressed to the ground
I wriggle out, I push her off
She throws me down
No, no please no
As I climb away
I strive for distance
I battle for safety
My best friend reaches for a pencil
As she collapses over me, and jabs it inside
Her hand grabs for my dress, my pretty blue dress
And yanks it, burning my skin with its new thread
Crying out, I hit her
She laughs, she smiles
I scream for help, calling to her father
With no response
Breaking free, I lunge for the door
Only to trip, falling to the floor
Straddled, she laughs
She’s winning this match
My buttons tear, uncovering my *******
My camera in her hand
“Let’s show your boyfriend”
She toys
Suffocating under her obesity
I haven’t the air to scream
Tears leak from my eyes
Lips quiver in shame
Bored, she bounces, she thrusts
Nearly cracking my hips
My ribs crunch, my guts ache
And I gasp for air
My best friend grabs a marker
She writes on my face
As she bounces
She writes on my face
Asthma consumes me
As I struggle for consciousness
My mind fuzzes, and vision darkens
I think to myself, “This is how I end”
I never wore my blue dress again
I never told of what she did
I never spoke to her again
I never
I never
I never
My best friend.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
Thoughts chase through my head,
They bubble up my throat,
Scratching to get free.
I speak in mute voice:
Words slipping away,
Like water in my hands.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
With tear blurred eyes
I shook my head no, again and again
could this be lies?
Is this a trick to bring me more pain?
No, it’s not a lie
I’m steady as a brick, frozen with confusion
I fall back with an uneasy sigh
This seems like an allusion
“We won’t move again,”
They’d promised me
2005 to 2007 by summers, it’s all I had
How could we go through change like this,
again?
After all we went through
But I didn’t bother argue, I simply asked when
I would be forced to leave all my best friends
Nevertheless, I’d grown used to this biennial
With luck, our next home will last a year longer.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
The memory still haunts me,
like the wild imaging's
of a fevered nightmare.
Torture to my soul,
though your sympathy
holds no role.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
I am looking in a mirror,
but all I can see is me,
trying to be
what I want to be
instead of what I really am.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
Every day passes
reminding me of things to be learned
I do not know about life as an adult sees it
I only know as a teenager and child
what life is meant to be
Today I learned of love
and the falsities it bears
I do not know its true meaning
or the reason I find it never true
I do not know how to tell a good friend from bad
we all talk behind each other’s backs
I see not me in the mirror
but a teenager who is too fat or utterly ugly
Today I learned of drugs
and of all the feelings they bring
I experimented just a little
and now I wish for more
If everybody goes through the torment of teen pain
and they hear the much defeating snickers and comments
why are adults so cruel as to say
these are the best years of our lives?
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
I walk
in the shadows of others,
blinded by smiles and grades.
I walk
by myself,
scared to bask in the
sun,
to be noticed,
to be cared for,
scared to have the path
I’ve walked down so many times
before
altered.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at
I see this fear of judgment
that makes her cower at confrontation
I see this hopelessness for the future
that make her choices her burden alone
I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong
in the savage world of humans
I see this courage
caged in her thoughts of inferiority
I see these thoughts of abandonment
that make her cling to anything
I see this devotion to her beliefs
that makes her fear death
And then I turn away from the mirror and walk away.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC