"and how does that make you feel?..."
if only that mattered.
"what are you going to do about it...?"
only if you want to change those feelings.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
His lips move but the monsters words of evil are heard
His mouth shapes "I love you" but hatred is echoed
He reaches for a hug but the beast lunges to attack
There's a monster on his back
He searches for the colors of day but is shut in a cave
He seeks for the limelight but is stuck in the shadows
He forces a smile but the hurt is pulling a frown
There's a monster that slipped inside
He searches for knowledge but the monster hid the books
He attempts navigation but the map is ripped to shreds
He wants to blossom but the beast chains him down
There's a monster deep within
He's found and yet he's lost
His happiness is hidden
He's full of life but wants it to end
There's a monster who's made a home
The monster has him on a leash
A never ending round of "simon says"
He's a puppet with claws up his shirt
A marionette with strings pulled tout
The monster disguises but unintentionally reveals
Brutality is uncovered but strength shines through
Controversy is displayed but persistence can be found
Anger takes over but intensity refuses to hide
The monster is battled with bravery
The monster is fought with passion
The tables turn
The untouchables are touched
After years of war the monster does not budge
He is frustrated and trapped but does not give up hope
He gathers an army to fight on and fight hard
There's a very persistent monster
The end can be touched it appears so near
The dispute however does not come to a close
The fight has no intention of ending
The monster does not wish to leave
The monster lives with an ignored eviction notice
The beast refuses to leave but agrees to downsize
From giant to large to small to smaller
The beast is tamed and not exiled
His strings are extended but never cut
His voice quiet but can be heard
His hugs are gentle but welcomed and received
He lives in peace as a landlord to a monster
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
i sink into the lilac linens
pulled taught across my bed,
with an anchor fixed to my thoughts
they aimlessly plummet into melancholic depths
the lavender aroma
fluttering about my nose
contradicts the overwhelming emotions
that tug at my tears
just a single thread
is yanked from a string
that is plucked from some stitches
that pull apart my lavender scented, lilac linens
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC