Don't shake you say.
Relax.
Breathe.
Calm down.
I'm here.
My body trembles in your arms.
My breath shallow, labored.
My eyes wide with fear.
My mind consumed in agony.
Welcome the anxiety.
I'm claimed by a monster
*It's claws (sharp enough to **** my hope)*
Tear at my heart.
It's eyes (reflections of darkest nightmares)
Show me the worst.
It's words (harsh, terrifying, destructive)
Scare me.
It's presence (the air turns dark, no way out)
Reduce me to a sobbing pile of fear.
let me go
please let me go
i'm trapped in my mind
let me out
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Tears trail familiar cheek bones.
Pick up your pen and paper
Chocked cries echo in silence.
Don't drop your pen and paper
Turmoil tears the inside.
Press down your pen to paper
Allow all the words to move you.
As your pen dances on paper
Let loose the ink to fly free and wild.
Just put your pen to paper
Wonderful worlds might crash and burn.
But you can put your pen to paper
Do you feel that healing magic?
As you remove your pen from paper
Can you feel your heart grow light?
As you rest your tired pen from paper
Do you know what it feels like?
When you put your pen to paper
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
you've locked yourself up
with your pain
my darling,
if you hide away,
in the dark,
where is our love?
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
The whistle of the train drifts into my morning ears
Delicate fingers of light brush through my hair,
Illuminating my face
Floating, flying through my being:
An innocent climbs the mountain
to the window far above her bed.
Two blue eyes yearning for a peek.
She looks for the distant train track,
as if she might peer hard enough through the trees
that she'd catch a glimpse of her beloved transport.
Maybe, just maybe, it would stop, take her away.
She closes her eyes, and imagines being a black bird.
Twisting, tumbling, turning
in the air above the ancient steam powered train.
Fly free, Fly fast.
If she races, she might just get away.
I open my baby-blues, and she disappears
as though she were sand,
drifting away on the wind.
She drifts away from me.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Days roll by in a melancholy chaos.
Bumping along,
banging into each other as if they've spent
all night face first in a bottle.
They soon become unrecognizable
as individuals.
Is that yesterday?
Today?
Tomorrow?
Blurred beyond my vision,
rest blue skies.
Welcoming as a grandmother with a look of affection,
soft brown eyes.
Can I break the cycle?
The disconsolate linger?
The emptiness?
Steady earth
unsteady under my feet.
It's as though I've dizzied my exhausted body
just through standing.
Where do I walk?
Rest?
Fall?
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
A warm coat on a snowy day
Words meant to be said
Stories told over and over
To-Do lists left in her head
Promises made
Bowtie for a worker’s uniform
A pair of red gloves
Umbrellas in a storm
A charger for a phone
Many different passwords used
A library book now overdue
And lessons learned too
Places which have been explored
Goals which have been made
Random keepsakes they hoard
The way that things have changed
Textbooks for a class
What makes someone strange
Combinations to a lock
Setting the alarm clock
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
She stares through cracked glass
Wetness reddens her cheek, and her deep blue oceans are puffy
She watches me
I pluck at my skin, at my fingers
She pleads me to stop
The compulsion urges me to continue
She knows my heart
Wishing it would heal not hurt
She reaches out
I cannot take her hand while I'm picking at my skin
She is trapped behind broken glass
There is nothing she can do
She allows tears to roll down her cheeks
As I tear at myself
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Smoke and Scent ensnare my body,
Awakening my deepest thoughts.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Though I do love you,
I often think:
Possibly in being with you,
my own identity might
*S
I
N
K
?*
These ideas sadden my heart
Truly, the tone of them stinks
Really, I want to be with you, love
But does your head ever also
T H I N K?
As you gaze at me so lovingly,
Do you ever see my eyes
+ *B
L
I
N
K
?* +
I don't know what is happening to me,
But I feel a break in our link.
Please, help me fix this.
The cheerless wine of departure, I do not want to drink.
Assist me in being rid of my doubts, my dear,
Until our hearts are once more in
**S N
Y C**
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
In a a moment, they breathe their last
Their soul can in smoke escape
There is no more pain from their past
Given a coin, their being now reshape
The innocence is gone
Twenty precious ones have fallen
The angels cease their song
Their guide to Styx is calling
Over the river they must travel
To meet the Lady and Lord
The dead waters have no current to babble
now that the Fates have cut short almost thirty cords
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC