I went around handing pieces of myself out like Halloween candy.
I was sweet as I could be, a cheap knockoff brand, with a sour punch but the best of intentions.
But candy is not filling or satisfying and nobody wants a knockoff.
What you'll remember most is the not so sweet kick and the belly ache full of regret you were left with afterwards because you bit off more than you could chew.
Now I'm left with nothing but giant holes, shaped like cavities
And no hope of being whole again.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I don't know whether it would be better
to let the tears flow and let my emotions show
to let it all go or try to hold it in
But I guess it doesn't really matter in the end
Because my grips gone slick and the pipes have burst
So I can't halt the tears now that I'm at my worst
The tears will run till I run dry
I'll keep crying, crying until I die
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
It is in the moments that we are falling apart in which we most will ourselves to stay together.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
control your **** impulses,
you heartless, condescending *****
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
rock, paper, scissors, shoot
Rock can only weigh paper down,
You are dead weight I lug around,
Paper covers rock constricting,
Excuses, excuses cover your failings,
Paper is too lithe to be broken,
This is breaking me.
Paper can't tear scissors,
Why can't I tear myself away?
Scissors are too sharp,
Our conversations growing dull,
Scissors slice through paper thoughtlessly,
My words sting, cutting you like knives.
Scissors bend and fall apart,
We can't stay together,
Rock always beats scissors,
My insides are black and blue,
Rock is too tough for scissors,
I think we're just too young.
Shoot- go, get it over with, let it end,
Lay down your cards; tell the truth,
What are we still holding on to?
Weigh me down, I'll cut you, we'll cover it up,
Tear me to pieces; slice me to shreds,
In this game, no one wins.
shoot me.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Have you forgotten?
The Iron
The Fire
The hammer and anvil of it all
The pile of **** and scrap metal
The dirt ore heap in the corner of your soul
The useless heavy burden
On your shoulders, and in the heart of you
Have you forgotten the forging and the beating
The sweating and the bleeding
The swing and the crash,
And the pain and the smash;
The heat from the fires that purify
And the hiss from the waters that solidify
Have you missed the bending and folding
and the way that you're constantly molding?
Have you forgotten
You are the hammer
You are the anvil
You are the iron and the forge fire
That creates the steel of your character
The sharp sweeping sword of your soul
For no one else can change you
Except for you
So slam the hammer down!
Swing it without flinching
Tense yourself, your muscles your nerves and sinews
Grit your teeth and clench your jaw
Grip the metal like a white knuckled vice of certainty
Focus on the spot and
Slam the Hammer Down!
Beat it into something useful
Beat if into something beautiful
Beat it with meaning for it is meaningful!
Did you forget that!
No, You did not forget
You dreamed of throwing it off,
You dreamed of being rid of it
You hoped to wake one day
And find that it had melted away
But
“You cannot dream yourself into a character:
you must hammer and forge yourself into one.”
― Henry David Thoreau
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Like in a ballet of Bolshoi
She dances round and round
Lost in a galaxy of glittering stars
Like a shaman by a feverish fire
She goes round and round
The sun for her warmth and glow
Like a smitten little puppy
The moon goes round and round
Her for love and in utter devotion
But in the midst of it all
Like a whirling dervish
She spins round and round
In a dance of venerating trance
To the Grand Choreographer;
Never seen, but always conducting
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Jazz music and drunken slurs,
Passing streetcars turn to blurs,
Bite off more than you can chew,
Seafood gumbo, thick brown roux,
On shoulders sit sons and daughters,
Ferry ships, Mississippi waters,
Dancers dressed like voodoo queens,
Clad in purples, golds, and greens,
Yell, "Throw me something mister!"
Flying beads barely missed her,
Pralines, king cakes, and beignets,
Maid of Muses smiles and waves,
Rex, Zulu, Endymion,
From Decatur to Bourbon,
Floats, masks, a feather boa,
Sweet iced tea, jambalaya,
Big Easy on Fat Tuesday,
Lent is just a day away.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Have you ever been with people that make you feel a way that words can't express? Almost like time doesn't exist, and you can be young forever. You're frozen in that day, that moment, and it's the only thing that matters. There are no outside forces to distract you or take you away, reality is nonexistent. Obligations may get in the way, but they're irrelevant once you're back in the altered reality that has been created. There's nothing else like it, when you have best friends.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC