It can go either way
But it cannot be either way
The ways of opportunities
Or the numerous possibilities
Continuous halls and doors to roam
through life collectively and alone
Knock. Knock.
Who's there?
Capacity and Limitations.
May we come in?
No thank you. I like my present company.
Come and visit with me once you have passed through all the other doors and halls a trillion times a trillion times moreso.
I'll be staying right here either way.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
In elementary school my favorite part of recess was balancing on a teeter totter talking with a friend.
I don't remember our conversations anymore but I often picture us crossed legged or legs dangling balancing opposite of each other.
Over two decades have passed since those days and I find that I still aim to sit or stand relatively balanced.
On this teeter totter I now play on in the recesses of my memory a loud and obnoxious boy comes to upheave me from my post.
As the years go by the person attempting to knock me off my station changes.
I long for a companion to sit with me and just balance. To be engaged with me in a silent communication.
I long for a counter balance to lighten me when I become too heavy and to strengthen me when I become too weak.
And I yearn for a partner that can dance with me along the thin board of this teeter totter, completely in tune with the patterns and motions of each other in a splendid harmony.
Falling off the teeter totter one too many times. I no longer trust others to maintain the balance I am seeking. Maybe this is why engagement has become so frightening.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
I cannot say that we were ever really close.
We knew each other sure.
When the door was locked and closed.
Careful not to say your name because of its allure.
In your absence another I have chose.
Now time has taken us a world away.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
I lost touch with you
I lost sight of you
I lost the sounds of you
I lost lessons taught by you
I thought I won by losing you
I was wrong by losing you
I lost
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Dear ex lover
Whom I loved before
I miss you daily more and more
But I can't tell you that's for sure
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
It's our choice to gaze into the crushing weight of hell and howl the word
"No."
It is not our job.
Not our duty.
Of this we are not required.
With ease can we close our eyes and allow despair and time to rot our bones, decay our souls;
gently allowing ourselves to become a
fractured stranger.
This is our choice,
no matter where the fingers may point.
Though death may take us
and pain may shape us,
by our own volition do we decide the internal outcry against malevolent depths.
Find the strength of a mountain fighting the year.
or silently hoard through bank vaults of fear.
Persevere or surrender yourself.
Against the weight.
Choose your fate.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Am I the cancer
eating you from the inside out?
Am I your frustration
that manifests as gout?
Am I the cause for when you shout
or the reason for why you pout?
Do you have no control over your
thoughts or your tongue?
Do you know how much poison
into the air you have flung?
I am not the one to blame for your actions.
I am not your frustration.
I am not the cancer.
I am the part of you that you call daughter.
I am the baby you knew of the moment of conception.
I am the infant that giggled and smiled at you unconditionally.
I am the little girl that sought you for protection.
I am the young lady that needed lessons to learn.
I am the woman inspired by the woman that raised you.
I am the adult that was influenced by your good and bad examples.
I am the part of you that you call daughter.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
How many times are you supposed to give someone a chance before you stop wasting time
I've been looking for answers to all these questions like why you painted your room black to keep the shadows out
Like why you burned everything if you didn't have every intention of leaving everything the way it was
You pushed me away and locked me out for two weeks and If I had waited any longer I would have died
I would have bleed out on your doorstep and the last thing I ever wanted was for my blood to stain your home
But if I leave you with anything at all let it be that you were wrong when you said everyone always leaves
We could have talked but I know you've been tired of fighting for so long and there is nothing I can do for you
I can't be left for so long on such unstable ground without putting my own life in imminent danger
And if I'm telling the truth it wouldn't have deterred me in the slightest if I had just one sign you would do the same
You never knew me any differently than anyone else and I gave you every chance
If you had wanted it you would have taken it but there was always someone else for you
But the worst part was that when there wasn't you had me and I can't live like that
They say not to make homes out of people but it would have been better to be your home than to be your hotel room
I want you to wake up with a smile on your face again because you know everything is better
But it will have to be somewhere else because you never let me come close to you
~W.C.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I’m a little white package engineered to get lit
encased in plastic till its time for the composition to hit
packed with quick jabs and hard punches in every word
I make sure they don't fall short of a knock out encore.
can't have rhymes ringing the bell like “ah...heh heh hello
i need your permission to enter in
forget that noise I don’t need anybody’s invitation
I’m here to signal others to join a mission
listen while you can to this call of ambition
or fall behind this move of dissemination
you’ll be left in the dust piecing together
the opportunities missed to rise above the herd
futile attempts to eclipse the masses
speaking the same disdain of placement in status
The time is now it’s ticking away
tune in and listen or meet the dismay
today will be the test of victory or defeat
Get off your ***** and stand up on your feet.
~S.M.S
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Every story has a beginning, a part that's hard to tell. Withholding chapters to ourselves, some hide within a shell.
Beside the tree of Contempt, and the valley of Tomorrow. I cried a lake that is so deep, just from tears of sorrow.
Poisoned from secrets left on lips, doomed to never part. Men place a hand upon my chest, and think that I've no heart.
What I hide within is heavy, yet I pray on bended knee. Underneath a sky so vast, it robbed so much of me.
Of nails and gravel I was made, a result of pain and fear. Stuck within this armor, always unable to let them near.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC