Salt is the remainder of the waterfalls
which flowed down her cheek not long ago.
Canyons now line her arm, and rivers have formed at the bottom of some,
made of not water, but blood;
Like some distant nod towards a religion
which she has no faith in.
She feels the gentle breeze of her breath on her chest,
like an eerie wind blowing through a ghost town.
Her mind - the town center - is quiet and deserted now.
The once overpowering voices have retreated to their houses;
Whispering plans of their next storm.
The creation of the canyons; the formation of the rivers; the brief appearance of the waterfalls are all destruction in disguise.
And one day the aftermath will be too great to undo.
~E.Y.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
When you told me you would do anything for me
at first I didn't believe you, but then you showed me
When you spent 2 hours on the phone to me
whispering sweet words to stop me crying
When you filed down every sharp object in my room
so I wouldn't be able to hurt myself
When you coaxed me into doing homework
and told me how proud you were when I was done
When you sat through Frozen with me
because you knew its my new favorite
When you blow me a little kiss from across the room
so that only I can see you love me
When this list could go on forever
because you do so much for me
When you tell me you love me
Please, please know this: I love you too
lots and lots and lots ;)
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
I have written dozens of letters to family members
Yet none of them have received a word.
I write down my deepest and darkest feelings
But the intended never reads a word.
I don't have the courage
To see my mum read
I don't have the strength
To see pain in her eyes
I don't have it in me
To see her cry as she realises
The hundreds of letters I've written
Proclaiming my true thoughts and feelings
Have never yet reached her eyes.
~E.Y.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
I wish that with these words I could craft
a warm nest to nuzzle in
or a pair of cupped hands
or an alcove of bubble wrap
I wish that with these words I could
protect you from the harsh ones
or not let you see the stares
or shield your worrying mind from its own thoughts
But I can't.
no matter what words I write
they cannot create a shelter
no matter how hard I hug you
you are still exposed to the world
no matter how many "Its okay"'s I whisper
you still shake your head in disbelief
I'm sorry my words aren't enough
I cant craft them into an alcove of safety
or hide you from the judgmental world
or comfort you until you're truly okay.
But what I can offer is this:
a shoulder to cry on
lips to give advice from
arms to receive a hug from
and a friend whose heart and soul loves you.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
I know
Under those bright eyes
Run rivers of mascara
Wiped out of view
I know
Behind that smile
Your muscles ache from being
Forced into the same shape
I know
After every "I'm fine"
your cry: I'm not is
Brushed off your shoulder
I know
Within every silent tear
There's a scream
not not letting itself pass your lips
I know
How hard is it
To keep those
Hidden feelings
I know
How hard it is
To tell someone
To ask for help
I know
One day, some day
I will look back on this
And I will not hide them anymore
~E.Y.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
The lights are low;
my bed is warm;
my mind is slow
but my eyes aren't drawn.
Why can I never sleep?
It seems that when the moon is bright
that's the time I get thoughts so deep.
Sleep is my enemy, and I'm losing the fight.
I don't understand how my mind is racing
under the covers in my dark room,
I have so much energy I could even start pacing!
Just praying and hoping I can get to sleep soon.
Maybe it's stress
I just need to unwind
I wish I could think less
but try telling that to my mind.
Writing helps though,
to let out all my worry.
It's a way of letting go
though sleep doesn't arrive in a hurry.
I've killed 30 minutes
but sleep is still being evasive
I've almost reached my limits,
at least I've wasted time being creative.
Lights are low;
my bed is warm
maybe consciousness will soon go -
I want to sleep before dawn.
~E.Y.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
*"To feel your heart beat in time with mine
Now makes me understand how to define
I love you"*
Those were the words you wrote one time
My butterflies flew to send chills up my spine
I loved them
You should know I feel the same
My heart has ignited into a little flame
I love it
Every time I breathe your scent
My heart finds that it is truly content
I love this
My words aren't nearly as beautiful as yours
But hopefully you will see the metaphors:
I Love You
~E.Y
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I once told you, long ago
that if you wanted a way into my heart
there is a way you should know:
the little things are where to start
so you began, by putting me in the hot seat
asking me everything
looking through my every tweet
trying to find every "little thing"
then you started with a simple hug around the waist
if only i knew then this was just the beginning
from then on my butterflies raced
every time i looked at you i found myself grinning
you continued on with all the things i love
we made pancakes, went on walks, studied the stars
and all i could do was thank someone from above
because all of a sudden my little things became ours
~E.Y.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
although hes not you,
my heart had some cracks
so i found someone new.
he remembers the little things,
like you used to.
he texted me instead of enjoying a party
he is my heart's glue
he whispers i love you
when he knows i wont say it back
but i want to...
he makes me smile
like you used to.
hes making me forget,
my heart is no longer blue
i hope you find someone too
is all i can say really,
because i love this someone new
~E.Y
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
you said you were "never good enough for anyone"
which really annoyed me actually
because you haven't seemed to notice
how very perfect you are to me.
You are like a loaded gun
triggering butterflies in my stomach
the second you shoot your smile into the room
sending my heart into havoc.
when you look at me its worse.
your eyes puzzle me, sometimes grey, then blue
speaking things that are maybe just me fantasizing
but they look tender and caring, just like you
when you hug me is the real problem
I feel so safe and content and warm
even though my heart is racing and
the butterflies are becoming a swarm
don't ever say you "aren't good enough"
maybe you should open those beautiful eyes
and please just simply realize
you are more than good enough for me.
~E.Y.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC