Blue grew with the hope of the world
still laying in the small palms of her frail hands
Eyes full of trust,
and love
Full of admiration and
pure happiness
Those blue eyes were
Interlocking with the vine
that strung support into a quilt
So she loved deep
rooting fearlessly in the cruel world
that was slowly opening in front her blue eyes
Close them please.
Words of fear and hate
were placed on a silver platter before her
Choose they spat.
Anger boiled in the vine of support
Instinct carried the root
now full of thorns and slashes
to the front lines
For I weilded myself into a shield
to protect those blue eyes of mine ...
A knock at the door
informing the vine that one must sacrifice
to protect
Fatal flaws jumped to join
For I could not turn my back to watch
the sweet Blue
So the vines of support started
to snap
in the whisking winds
My knees became a magnet to the cold hard ground
Fear had already became embedded in the blood that coursed
through my body
But this fear was a new taste
Feeling vulnerable not for yourself
Vulnerability of not protecting the ones who are the last standing
keeping your heart afloat
The frail small hand came to be placed
softly on my shoulder
Suffusing me with the support I had been giving
Epiphany finally marked its territory
chasing dark doubts away
The soothing Blue that I had been trying so dearly
to protect its innocence
Became my support.
With my Blue close behind me
we are unstoppable
in this crushing spin of life.
No darkness will taint her blue eyes
I won’t let you pass
So try
Daringly try to come near my support
to come near my Blue
For I will always protect her
and she will always protect me
because
she is my blue eyes
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
Isn’t it funny how our minds work?
We write novels of how our lives should be.
We make up stories to comfort our thoughts.
We imagine that our crushes are perfect, and that we’re meant to be.
In other words, we believe in the impossible.
(-DF-02/24/16-)
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
I loved you until you abused your own heart.
I tried lifting you up, but you kept pushing yourself down and away from me.
How can someone love a person with a broken heart?
You can’t love them fully because they have missing pieces.
It’s not fair.
I loved you and believed in you for the longest time, but you never got better.
You put on a fake smile, and acted happy. Do you know how ****** that makes me feel?
That I’m not enough to make you show a real smile.
To be truthfully happy.
It’s ******** that I have a crack in my heart for you that will never be filled.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
It was a sad story
She started out weak
but grew strong with the support
of that wicked smile of his
Under a spell
she was crushed by his sadness
and depression
She became everything he
feared
His smile ran away
with the remaining support she leaned on
So she blamed him for becoming weak
Happiness boiled into anger
and love crumbled to dust
of a forgotten memory
She grabbed
that anger by the horns
and used it as a shield
to prove she was no weak little girl
anger became her strength
anger became her friend
who always stood by her side
So she pushed all other
bothersome people away
and trusted only anger
One lie.
That’s all it took for her world
to come to an end
All the reasons she forgot him
left him broken and dead
had the base root of one lie
The girl lost her support
Movements slowed
and breaths shortened
All the anger left her
empty
and alone
with no support
Because of that one lie.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
Almost as if he had been made
with sin itself, he grew
still a bud on toxic liquid love.
Loving the sweet lies
as the sun loved the moon.
Demons themselves
hide their nightmares in his reality,
with the same canvas crescents
like his.
His waist was sturd
thick as war walls
or a boulder’s heart.
His ears are the bridge
and threshold of a tardigrade,
his hands a dog strayed
with anger in newborn cities.
The heart lifts,
by another he floats
living a sentimental life
of the compressed truth
that has frozen and crackled.
The casted leg
pushes sideways to a safe
cold corner.
Who will say ‘man’
to his boy like core?
Who will say ‘smile’
to his twisted face?
And his plank knees,
a board more similar
as a newly painted fence
the cause of the breaking marriage.
In a doll house,
three old hearts and soft body
out of a picture book,
behind the curtains,
and now he hides
old models in my memory.
Using what little he borrowed,
the setting of pieces back in their place,
plastered on the wall
with sugar coated smiles and merigold lies:
with the help of a finger
too snagged itself
on his passing limbs
with the actual weight
of a lost boy,
still trying to be found.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
You heard everything I said in silence...
I'm once again speechless.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Let’s lie.
About the fact we are dying
Closing in on our ending
Can we try out what people call happiness
and move along with that sweet dream?
Forget about the crumbling world
suffusing us with the stinging pain of worry.
We should dance to the music
of the wind chimes
that cry out to the moon
I’m going to love to my last extent of breath
and disperse my worries
with that smile of yours
So be happy with me for a little longer.
Let’s lie.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Her heart was captured in the snare of unrequited love
It started out with a little girl’s crush.
He was rude, and closed off to her
so the answer given to her by all
was that he liked her.
Odd…
So she started the fire up.
Middle school came up with curiosity.
Puberty was laid on the young girl,
but he was experiencing the unfair rules of life and breaking.
They became close hearts when nobody was watching.
But the fear of being isolated ran through his blood
Just enough to not want to be seen with the tom boy.
Her heart was understanding
so she watched him from a distance,
and always stood behind him to break his falls.
Because she loved him.
Years of high school followed them.
The caterpillar grew to a butterfly.
Excitement of newly sprung love brought pain.
He allowed her to be by his side,
but didn’t turn his head to watch her.
She became familiar with the peace of death.
Tears were hidden, and broken bones were scattered in a hurry to hide them.
He didn’t watch her.
She watched him.
Calming his quick breaths with a warm embrace in the absence of hers.
His eyes didn’t see her saving him,
but she didn’t care…
Because she loved him.
The times of adulthood sulked in.
Sinking was the obvious answer to him,
but her heart was big enough for the both of them… for the time being.
She knew he was in the arms of another.
The eyes of a woman can see all lies if they allow themselves
Watching him torn down by that doll filled her with anger,
but she kept her tongue to stay by his side… as a mere friend.
Because she loved him.
A third corner was brought into the light.
For once someone took interest in her sold heart.
The one person who could have stopped her from the closing in pain
encouraged her.
Her smile became a mask of disappointment.
She left his side silently
still holding her sold heart out on her sleeves.
Because she loved him.
The wine ripened,
and his eyes were opened.
Meals that were always prepared for him seemed to disappear.
Encouraging conversations went missing.
He looked to the current woman
but didn’t feel the same.
They were little things
but most of those small acts made up his life.
Puzzle pieces were lost
So he decided to watch her
because he realized…
Bruises grew with each hit
He sank because of the absence.
Looking at her fall into a heart of another broke him
The want of confession laid heavily over
But he couldn’t conjure
So instead the anger came out on the third corner
He wanted to hate him,
but after seeing her ear to ear smile
the urge left him.
She was happy for once
The need to look after someone who never looked at you
was lifted off of her shoulders,
and she looked honestly happy
So with pain
he decided to let her go
because he loved her.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
Let us commerate this tragedy.
Soil our hearts with fascist taunts and pointed fingers.
Let us put our hands together and bow.
Good, everyone is still standing.
Praise be to nothing.
There can only be one.
And none of these heathens shall strip me of what's due.
For having lived a tough life.
Or fallen from loves favor.
Search yourself for justification.
Another excuse.
To make the day go by a little faster.
With a world filled with sinners.
What.
Can one person really do.
Change.
Anything at all?
For even the previous days.
Turned a blind eye.
Consuming.
Alluding..
Resuming
Right when the ground became solid again.
Regret just bellow the aching mealstrom.
Even as we embark on that familiar road.
And then all that's left to do.
Is to look towards the furture.
As we blink for the past.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
Tear down my walls.
Make me fall
Fall
but into your arms of safety
Don’t hesitate like the others did
Carry me away from my
addicting misery
that I write about in my everyday life
Bring me the gift of happiness
and show me how to use it
Teach me how to dance
knowing no one is watching my flaws.
Hold my hand when people are looking at me
with their judgemental eyes
Help me conquer not only my small enclosed world
but the reality of life
I know…
I know that your forces can knock down
my tower of hell
because it’s your force that I want
to wake me up
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC