Darling, I don't have the enthusiasm to
play hide and seek or peekaboo
I'm having a hard time seeing things through
Now tell me,
Where were you when I needed you?
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
You saw me
Saw me break my fingers
and petrify the pieces
so that your hand would never
fit between them again.
But you forced your fingers through
through the sharp rock that tore flesh
and shards of bone that pierced deep
you held my hand and smiled
A smile fleeting, staying only a second
but a smile that spoke poetry
and paragraphs kept at bay
parts of me I no longer needed
fear, loneliness, pain
But you did not love me for the new
you did not love the words I spoke to other
rehearsed behind routine smiles and laughs
you loved me for scars that hid beneath skin
You called them tattoos
Speaking stories and tales
and you said that made me a painter
and a writer
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
He likes pretty girls
And I don't quite fit
© Leigh Herondale June 2015
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
The night has fallen,
The darkness surrounds you
You seem scared
By the shadows around you.
You try to run,
But something holds you back
You turn around
To face the act.
All seems so thin
In the darkness ahead
Reminds you of a nightmare
You lived beforehand.
It’s time to face the demons
To let them explain
Why they like to haunt you
When the day is dead.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
As one doorway in life opens
It seems that another door has to be closed,
I tried for a while to balance it out
But I know all too well how this part goes.
I will spend more time at work
Less and less time at home,
Days without talking to you
I am now all on my own.
The hardest part is leaving you
But I have to do this alone,
I need to do something good for myself
No more talks on the phone.
But they say home is where your heart is
And I can not picture you anywhere else,
But here next to me
Helping me out.
I love you to pieces
You were where my mind went,
Until my promotion
Now my time is spent.
I am so lost on what to do
To stay or to leave,
All I know is one thing
I need to focus on me.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
its days like these
i wish my life was an ease
do i only make it harder
harder on myself
allowing all thoughts
to stutter through my day
its days like these
that every thing goes wrong
do i only see it that way
that every thing ruins my day
when nothing has tremendously gone wrong
its days like these
i wish i could easily take a walk
to make all the racing thoughts stop
do i only let them continue
letting the brain’s juice stew
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
I stare into the mirror.
What do I see?
A sack of flesh and bone
Powered by fear of death.
I lean in to examine my face.
What do I see?
A glittering mask ******* on by
The expectations of spectators.
I peer into the depths of my eyes.
What do I see?
My soul fading after each tick of the
Clock -- a race to be somebody.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
The girl who knows how things played out, but still gets played with anyway.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Hindi ko alam kung gugustuhin kong maging mapayapa na lang ang aking kalagayan, kaysa inumin ka at ako'y nerbyosong maghintay kung kailan mo ako aabutan.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Life is like the game of musical chairs
Sitting, standing, roaming round and round
Dancing merrily to the beat of the song at play
Despite of being aware that the music will be unexpectedly gone.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC