crack my spine
read between my lines
i am all colour
your unseeing eyes
my delicate spine;
immaculate.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
I have wasted too much
of this darkness.
I have dampened it
until dawn.
Maybe,
when I lay my eyes on tomorrow,
I'll arise like the sun.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
he said
"I think that I'm getting my life back on track"
and so
I must say
Goodbye.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
it's plain to see
for I have suffered such silence
I can hear your screams
I cannot help you
turning to ignorance in order to cope
I turn my back on you
it's plain to see
There is so much I could do
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
I have said
I’m sorry
So many
Times
So many different
Ways
That once upon a time my mouth forgot how to make other shapes
And I’ve had to work on rebuilding
Brick by brick
So many times that I fear this red clay
Will never leave my nails
And I promised that I would better at
Anticipating
So that I could break the windows of this home before anyone else had a chance to even pick up a stone
Once upon a time I made my resolution
Under the fireworks
And god, I’m
T r y i n g
And other people aren’t homes
But this space is so much more comfortable
With a few other souls.
I don’t mean to run,
But sometimes I just have to go.
But,
Have a cup of coffee with me sometime,
Don’t forget your jacket,
I miss you,
This made me think of you,
Remember that time we danced in the rain?
I’ll see you soon,
And if you didn’t hear me say it earlier,
love you.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
even love is not enough
when I shut my self in
paralysed with guilt
I don't want to hurt you
by telling you how much you're hurting me.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
here is my love
concealed within a box
open it,
and the love will die.
you must trust in me that it is here.
I'll give you my love,
but I need your gold trust.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
The darker days edge closer,
earlier each evening the shadows chase
all home to the hearth.
Yet here I am.
Cold and wandering,
home against my back.
Uncertain in both direction and thought
Chilled to the bone I trudge.
Only one can warm my chills.
I am not afraid of the shadows.
I am certain in one.
In the stillness they roar.
On my return I bypass the bypass,
biding my time,
Not quite ready to return to
Reality?
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
thanks
no i mean it
thanks
i was actually feeling a bit
d
o
w
n
and i needed you to tell me
on a monday night
at 7:53
in the middle of july
that i had i nice ***
it really brightened my day
to know
that i
a human person
can be complimented
because of my
assets
instead of the fact
that i work
all the time
without getting tired
or giving up
or that
i study
so much
i feel like
i'm falling apart
or that
i spend time
trying to make the world
around me
a little
bit
better
i really wanted to affirm
what girls are told
from the time
they can listen
that cup size matters
and whether or not
you fill out your jeans
means
whether or not
you might matter
that we will be ignored
in the work place
if we aren't
supermodels
and even if we are
that is all we become
bodies
not people
you know
somebody once told me
it doesn't matter
what you look like
because your personality can make up
for anything
which should be good
like
i look like quasimodo
but with a sense of humor
and a bit of *****
i'm esmerelda
i can look like a spork
but if i laugh
and play along
like nothing's wrong
like girls should
i can be a full fork
i love that i have to be something
really
i do
i love that being
is more important than
existing
i love that i have to be someone who listens and never speaks
i love that i have to work with all my might to be thin enough for people who don't care about other people
i love that i have to have a double d and up in order to be even noticed
i love that my **** has to be filled out and gigantic so that i can be assured personhood by a man
because girls are only
what
the
men
see
we are reduced to objects
who give up
and don't fight
because the women who fight
are criticized
and *****
and killed
and we can't stop it
because the more we speak
the more we are silenced
so thank you
sir
for reminding me at 7:53
in a menards parking lot
your wedding ring glinting
like the malice in your eye
that all i am
is
what you see
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC