In the wild jungle,
Everyone has their place.
Some **** the littler ones,
The ones that take up space.
Can't keep myself from confusion,
I just want a place.
Before I am devoured,
And my family sings their grace.
Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?
Can't find my spot,
On the assembly line.
Following all my friends,
Wasting my own time.
Everyone's got something,
Something for their own.
What's my something?
Why am I just skin and bone?
My own mind is against me,
Picked the other side.
Wants to dismember me,
Begs for me to cry.
Can't show my emotions,
They are locked in side.
Never ending storms of sorrow,
With no hope of changing tide.
Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?
My outer shell,
Is having a blast.
While the ammo inside,
Explosive power relapse.
Where is my spot?
Just give me the job,
Master, pet, slave, manic, musician, ****** loud, quite, bi polar, poet, lover, nobody,
Where do I belong!?
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
These things happen I suppose.
They always happen.
I used to care about something, you know.
I did.
I used to feel something when I stared at the sky.
Now the hardwood feels cold under my feet,
and my lungs have lost their warmth.
The clouds eat me whole as I walk home.
They smile.
Sometimes I do too.
But I've wandered too far this time,
these steps don't look familiar.
Someone still sleeps inside this house,
but it's not me.
Someone still lives inside these bones,
but it's not me.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
1. Magic exists all around us.
2. When you laugh your nose crinkles up so perfectly that your freckles dance like little dandelions in the wind. Know that you are special.
3. One day you will find yourself. For now you are allowed to be lost, you are allowed to be confused and you are allowed to be scared. We all are.
4. You have experienced pain and you are still here. I am so proud of you. Do not disregard yourself you beautiful warrior.
5. You have stardust in your veins, you are a living, breathing, walking extraction of the universe. There are galaxies inside your head, moons in your eyes and the ocean in your heart.
6. You are enough.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
clumsily, I fall -
whether it be in or
out of love with you.
similar to how
I bring accidental pain
upon myself, simply
from knocking
my knee on something
solid. clumsily,
I trip over my own
footsteps. I know not
my destination, or
what I'll do upon arrival.
clumsily, I allow
myself to create pathetic
fancies. stupidly,
I give you the power
to inflict
bitter pain upon me.
me, the clumsiest girl
you'll ever know,
who'd be
glad for whichever marks
etched upon her skin,
by you.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
I work hard for this friend-ship
Though I'm not quite on board,
I'm there when you lose grip,
Well at least when you're moored.
Like a lighthouse I stand,
And like a lighthouse I'll stay,
I'll be a beacon on land
Watching still when you fade away.
You'll experience it all, good, bad and scary,
Yet I'll stay by my post, watching and wary.
Nobody saves the lighthouse
From the violent, swirling mess.
When the angry storms rouse
Each flash of light is my own SOS.
And I know they see my light
Because they promptly turn away,
And I'm not trying to put up a fight
Honestly it's better this way.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
unscrupulous universe
steeped in illusion and so
electrifiedcrazy
with
infernal edges chafed
against tinfoil stars
bent and
broken.
they make believe that they are beautiful.
unscrupulous people
sharply disillusioned and so
upandoutwild
with
rough edges filed smooth
with makeup and glam
but they're still
bent and
broken.
they make believe that they are beautiful.
understated words
creating an illusion and so
slipperysilverfleeting
with
dark corners coming
alive under the
pretense of fiction
bent but not
broken.
they know that they are beautiful.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Grab it dearest, feel the power of
My soul beneath your fingertips. I will
Cleanse your spite, the vile decorating
The map-work of our Mother’s creation.
Fear not the whims of shadows and spells.
Through the radiance of emotion
The soul swipes clean the slate of mistakes,
Marks, and circumstantial torture. Go ahead
And wrap a portion of God so warm it
Masks the scars of the Lost and Wounded.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
you're a melancholic blue rock
who's oblivious to what you're parallel of
just a slight erosion I noticed,
as I picked up
the little crumbles
the gem stones
the tears
crystallizing under crushing pressure;
I know it's aching,
some time to tether
you're (spontaneously) combusting
but you're still as dainty as a feather
don't have to look at your reflection,
just your shadows
then you'll see you're illuminating
and now you know
you're more than enough
you were just
a diamond in the rough.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both
parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard
Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps
you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC