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
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
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
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
Shall we cry?
Cry until every tear of fear drips away
Shall we smile?
until our lips tremble with excitement
Shall we ignore?
till all the judgmental eyes
find it tiredly annoying to watch us to our core of flaws
Shall we run?
so far that we could almost touch the sun fading on the horizon
Shall we sing?
with every breath so that our lungs cry out for the precious gift of life
Shall we love?
carrying each other’s heavy hearts with true love hanging at the tips of our lips
Shall we scream?
Scream until we start laughing at our foolish outbreaks
Shall we dance?
With our feelings lingering with our swings
Shall we dream?
Allowing our minds to exceed emotions higher than substituted drugs
Shall we charge?
Head on into society’s lies
Shall we try?
Try to make a difference in someone’s cold life
Fix broken legs
so that they can stand to lift you up
Shall we?
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
Walking side by side
fingers almost brushing
Snowflakes of winter surrounded us
but I felt hot
So hot that I wanted to run away
but this moment felt nice
My face was caked with the coldness
but I still couldn’t contain
my ear to ear smile
Our fingers tingling with excitement
My eyelids lifting from the sidewalk
to see my home
We sighed with disappointment in sync
and turned with eyes full of embarrassment
Dear frost, Thanks
my foot settled on the step
only to be followed by a slip of fear
But that slip of fear never came
For he caught me
Eyes remained locked
Our warm breath of fog just inches away
In this moment I knew
you were going to be my first
So the beginning of my first love was placed before me
As his sweet lips touched mine
I gave him the biggest smile I had ever given
Dear frost, Thanks
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Reporting live
from the current status of the world.
Where kids are put on extreme measures
to conquer the world
in the place of their parents
Where people turn backs on those
crumbling behind the scene
Reporting Live
in a time when money and lies
is all that is needed
to acquire happiness
Something only a person
of high status can achieve
Reporting Live
in destructive world
that no one cares to fix
They’ll be dead by the time comes
So what does it matter to them?
Reporting Live
where most people conclude
that giving up
is the best choice in answer
A place where adults have the worst living experiences
that abandoning their child
seems the only option
Reporting Live
from a time
when children rather reject their precious gifts of life
then carry on
Because no hand is there for them
when they reach
Reaching… and falling back into their pits of darkness
Reporting Live
in an era where the saying
every man for himself
has became normal path of life to walk
Wars rage on
but the people who fight it don’t
Reporting Live
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC