//you said you thought you just needed space,
a little time to breathe;
neither of us realized you were still choking
on the memories of her,
your lungs had no room for me.//
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
he carved calcium and dreams out of my ribs
like I once chiseled our initials out of a tree
slowly;
but steadily.
you don’t realize the damage until it’s done,
can’t see the whole picture until you back away.
(I always had trouble keeping my distance)
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
i know you think you can't shine
because you're broken
but baby there is gold tucked in
those cracks of yours
and stars hidden in everything he made
you think you should hide.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
a hundred pictures on her walls, a million more in her head; that girls soul has a thousand words for every one she's ever said.//
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
the people surrounding me are afraid of the world at 3am-
not me though,
for I know the scariest demons walk around in daylight, amongst unsuspecting humans.
(the dark is filled with artists, lovers and philanthropists, you should be more afraid of those who pretend to love you in the sunlight)
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
heart.
have heart.
just not too much,
they say.
you must be gentle,
because you are woman.
but not too gentle-
fragility equals weakness.
be kind,
but so not be naive,
lest you allow people to walk
all over you.
be independent, do not rely on man
for survival-
but be careful that you not be too independent that you challenge his masculinity.
do not let anyone tell you what to do, you are equal to any man and able to make your own decisions-
but you must have children or be marked as a failure of a woman.
do not cheat, for infidelity is the most cowardice, selfish act possible,
but forgive the man who slept with another woman because it's just 'what they do', he 'couldn't help it' and you were on a weekend trip-it didn't mean anything.
cry, because it is good for you
but don't you dare let another soul hear you
or they will know you are weak.
be soft and strong and gentle and firm-
be all you can be as long as it is less than the man standing next to you.
be what you want,
do what you please-
**you deserve to be worshipped dear,
you could bring the world to its knees**
*my darling,
as long as you do not surpass the man*,
you can be a queen.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
She read poetry books and stopped to smell the flowers.
Not the roses, like the expression-
She always thought they were a little strong and quite frankly smelled like dirt trying to impersonate flora-
But she literally stopped when she saw a beautiful flower, walked to it and inhaled and she gazed on its beauty.
It's innocence.
She was innocent.
So everyone had always said.
She didn't feel innocent.
Though she never had bad intentions toward any breathing thing, she always felt her mind to be a battleground and honestly, a little bit messy.
Never quite sure what the sides were, and even still more unsure of who she should want to win.
Since they were both part of her, how could she determine which part of her was unworthy of glory while the other reveled in victory?
"You're so innocent" they would say.
She would chuckle slightly and reply with "oh please, you have no idea" (the usual, ever-repetitive twenty-three year old response)
And they would scoff.
But they didn't.
They didn't have any idea.
No one ever had been able to see.
How this queen was her own villain and how her nightmares ran parallel to her dreams.//
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
*constellations on her skin
fire in her bones
she had always preferred solitude
but never knew how to be alone
she was free in ways you could only dream-
slave only to unyielding empathy;
she would rather not try than not be the best-
mediocrity had always been her worst enemy.
people would ask her how she was
'but how to diagnose her condition?'
how do you explain to someone far more less peculiar
that you've always been a walking contradiction?
with nothing but love in her spirit
accompanied by the sting of death in her heart,
all she knew was turning whispers into words
and so she made her complexities her art*//
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
You don't seem like yourself lately
you seem empty, like you're running on nothing
like you're existing but not living
you're going through the motions
inhale.
exhale.
but dear, are you breathing?
like you're indifferent to your existence,
your emotions,
your dreams
you seem hollow, dear
I can hear the echoes when your soul screams//
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Have you been writing since I left you?
Has the notebook on the dresser been collecting dust?
Has your quill gone without human grasp for the past three months?
Have you kept your brain shut off from your constantly screaming heart?
How is your head lately-
you were fighting those demons pretty violently the last time we spoke.
I'm sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I had to do what I did.
I didn't want you to get hurt.
I didn't want to ever cause you pain.
Please remember that.
**It's just that you put me on this pedestal;
and I'm afraid of heights**
You thought I could fight your demons, but it was never my fight.
I'll always do what I can to help you, I'll always answer when you call.
I'll be the one jumping and screaming to celebrate when all your demons fall.
I hope you're writing.
I hope your thoughts are being put into ink.
I want to read everything if you'll let me; someday sooner than you think.
Please keep writing,
*it scares the monsters
keeps them at bay.*
Please keep writing; one day soon they'll give up and go away.
Until then, know that I am thinking of you,
*writing about you,
praying for you.*
This battle can be won.
But only when you realize, dear
you're the only one who can make your demons run.//
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC