The Sun played with her hair as if It were her lover,
Stroking scarlet strands with Its finger-like rays.
How beautiful she must have seemed to the Sun!
Its warmth cupped her chin and guided her smile closer to the light.
Only the Sun could make her cheeks blush the way they did,
Flushing full of color to match her mass of locks.
She danced with the Sun, toes pointed and back poised.
Her arms caressed the warm beams, and her fingers trailed across the streams of light,
The ends of her hair twirling along her hips,
The same hips that the Sun wrapped around.
The two celestial bodies were so intimate,
Embracing and intertwining.
And I was just a boy longing for a love
Such as the love between
Her and the Sun.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
How convenient it is for you to forget me.
The persona that I carefully slipped on for you Ended Up being nothing more than clutter around you,
Something that wasn't even distracting, it was just there and
You needed it to not be there.
Please say you haven't forgotten me yet.
But here is truth: you are preparing to forget me,
You are already hiring my replacements,
You are already scheduling your life around the space that I once filled,
You are already waving me off as if
I am leaving and I am still here.
It's hard to do well in life when you are no more than what people remember of you.
So what will you remember?
Better yet,
What do you remember?
Will you remember how I nearly passed out and you caught me, or will you remember the time
I spat out the Unholiest of word to you,
When I said that I hated you.
Believe me, I will remember you. And you will live to be so much more than what I remember. Just know that I loved you with all that I could.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Tears stain
mother's cheeks
as she
struggles
to fill
her child's
tummy.
She skips
another meal
and
feeds,
nourishes,
protects.
She hears
the moans
and cries
her
baby
exerts.
The dark
circles under
their eyes.
So tired
of being
hungry.
Hungry.
All other
thoughts
vanish.
Hungry.
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million.
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million.
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million.
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million.
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million.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
I suppose I never thought
That someone could care for me so little.
So little
As you.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
“Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love,"
He wrote.
"Never doubt," she whispered
As her foot hovered over the fallen tree.
Tentative and cautious she treads,
As if to make up for her blind trust
She had in his words.
"Never doubt."
Words, words, words, words.
"Never doubt," she choked
While her eyes hungrily stared at the water below.
To die, to sleep.
To drown, to float.
"Never doubt."
"I love I love I love I love," she sings
Sobbing.
She is here.
She is standing on the fallen tree over the water,
Flowers in hand,
Melodies in mind,
Her choice in her throat.
"Not to be."
She is there.
Her self
Fell in the weeping brooke,
her cloathes spread wide,
And Mermaid-like, a while they bore her up,
Which time she chaunted
snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature Natiue, and indued
Unto that Element but long it could not be,
Till that her garments,
heavy with her drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay,
To muddy death.
Now tell me, my dear prince,
Would you call that "love?"
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
You were supposed to be my constant,
The one that I could always trust to be kind.
Now you are always missing in action,
And you dance off always with the same promise,
"We need to talk sometime, okay?"
Well, I'm ready when you are.
You
Were supposed to be my caretaker,
To love me always and to teach me that I
Was amazing.
Now I see you rarely, and you always see me with regret.
You
Were supposed to be my mentor, to lead me
Through the dark stages.
Instead you rummage through my haven
And leave a disgusting mess in your wake.
You
Were supposed to be my amazement,
To show me that any person can change.
Now I'm scared that you are slipping back to the person you once were.
You
Were supposed to be my sponsor,
The one who encouraged me and be proud of me.
Now I disgust you?
And you
You were supposed to be my protector,
You promised to be my protector.
You shielded me and lifted me,
You mocked me and beat me down.
You
Were supposed to be my protector,
And now you are the one I fear most.
Go **** yourself.
And I
I was supposed to be
Intelligent
Kind
Honest
Benevolent
Faithful
Individual
Accountable
Amazing
Remarkable
I was supposed to blow the world away.
I was supposed to be so much more.
I was supposed to go off in millions of sparks
I was supposed to be
Not this.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Baby dont you see,
you are slowly killing me.
holding me down,
and taking my innocence away.
kicking and scratching,
biting and bruising.
putting me in all sorts of pain.
but i didnt stop you,
i didnt push you away.
i didnt say no,
i kept up the charade.
so here i am lying here,
semi conscious and fully exposed.
with the marks you left on my skin
they are the reasons i stayed
the truth is i was scared to leave.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
It's all so simple.
I exist on the terms of
Those who will use me.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
I went gentle into that good night;
A decision with which I am rather pleased,
For what would it profit me to rage?
When the absolute of the darkness slides in,
And grants me these last few moments
I see no incentive for them to waste.
Dissatisfied men may cry out in indignance,
And let anger and rebellion consume their last breaths,
And frivolously spend their last minutes in livid disdain.
Wild men who chase and pursue the stars in flight
Feel their chests swell with the hatred of submission,
But I? I know that the setting of the sun does not oppress.
Disappointing men reserve all defiance when it is most required;
When others’ blood pours freely and tears spill liberally
They will shackle all insurrection to themselves.
That is, until they are faced with this finality, this ultimatum
That they cannot change, no matter how they rage. Not I. I was content.
And with the last gifts,
I went gentle into that good night.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Don't
Touch
Me
Ever
Again,
You
*******
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC