my cousin loved to read and write
she said she liked fantasy better
she never understand the hate and fight
and i couldn’t explain through a letter
my sister said my cousin sang and sang and still could not be heard
and my mother said that in this way, she was a mockingbird
once i read a book that said
it's a sin to **** her kind
i told my father this one day
but he did not reply
she does not a thing but think beautiful thoughts
and fill others with wonder
and yet once she told me that if people were water
she would have already been pulled under
so how can i blame my cousin
when she tells me she hates these lives
because at least she knows there is no chance
of the miracle they claim arrives
*last night my cousin called me
i think she tried to say goodbye
but i could not hear myself respond
my mother heard me cry
i wish i could have stopped her
and i wish she’d had a chance
but instead she was a pretty mind
that no one gave a glance
a shadow of a person
a glimpse of sun behind the clouds
she was always half a person
she hides even now behind her shrouds
my cousin loved to read and write
and my mother always said
your cousin was a mockingbird
nobody listened and now she’s dead.*
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
im drunk im sure
because i cant remember whose picture i burned
earlier this morning when it was still dark out
and i really dont want to
because if i start to remember
i might break my promise
that i made someone
the one i can't remember
and i might start to break myself
and if i break
i might finally wake up after all these years
but i think that i'd really rather stay
drunk on my own tears
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
She left with beauty and pride
and with tragic goodbyes
that lingered a moment
before the wind carried them away
and for days she went,
without hesitation, and without mistake
and not a single seed of doubt
was planted in her peoples minds
and perhaps
it was this feeling of infallibility,
that caused her defeat,
for her peoples faith had been her destruction
and as the realization
of how wrong they had been
began to sink in
the music played on
and while the haunting cries for mercy were heard
and the whispers of childrens stories
were told calmly in the midst of chaos
the music played on
until the last ragged breath
of thousands
was let out in a broken shudder
the music played on,
and on, until it was only an echo.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
i can hear them at night
and i can see them in the morning
when the sun struggles to the sky
and it’s rays flicker and dip lower than i’ve ever seen them
everything is so tired
they’re crying and they’re hungry and cold and
lost they are so lost
and they’re everywhere
burning out
there is so much regret
and i think i am the last person
who still remembers how it felt
to love the smell of the ocean
and the feel of a book coming to life in your hands
this is so wrong
right now, this moment, is the only real thing anymore i think
but i wish it wasn’t
because these people are living off their last hope for humanity
and humanity is taking its last breath
and this cannot be real
and this pain this pain this pain cannot exist
but it is
and it does
i think.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
I am a raindrop
falling falling falling
too high to believe there is an end to this journey
but too soon the ground comes into view
and i am drowning
drowning in myself
in the water i was created with
i cannot swim
and i am breaking as i fall
breaking before i even touch the surface of the earth
i shatter
and the last thought i can recall
is the disbelief that i am hated
that i am unwanted
that i am cast away with the wind
by everyone who meets me
this small broken piece of nature
that i am
and i am hated
even though i have just fallen to pieces
i have just shattered like glass
and i am still thrown away from the shelter
i so desperately need
because i am a storm,
too fragile,
always too fragile
and i have fallen.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I’m sorry
that the chills live on the bones in your spine
and that they invade the soft skin that rests upon your neck
I am sorry
that the frost finds you at night
and whispers lies in your ear, and i’m sorry you believe them
I am so sorry.
you are not damaged
and you will always matter
but you do not know that
not after they not after i told you differently
......................................................................
and i hate that the snow stays frozen in your pockets
the same snow that has been there for years
you are so cold, so cold
i don’t feel your stares anymore
i don’t think you feel at all
i guess you’ve been this way a while now
i can see your breath when you speak
but you don’t speak very often
not anymore
i think your heart might be stopping
i think it might’ve stopped
encased in a jail made of icicles
that i planted there
i am so sorry
i am so sorry
look at what you’ve become
a hollow body with a crippled heart
and a love so painfully numb.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
If it were possible to hasten life
To blur the years, and daytime into night,
Regret would be our lonely widowed wife
Ourselves soldiers with nothing left to fight
Why then, is it common to demand love
To place stiff bars around the fair and pure
Encounter it only to let go of
You cannot push what is not yet secure
It is not a trapped bird to just observe
Its song is clear, the echo of a breath
It’s touch is something that we all deserve
For without love, life just waits for it’s death
Love is free it cannot be ours to choose
Let it be, love is our limitless muse
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Freedom:
1. The state of being free or at liberty; independent.
2. The power to determine action without restraint
isn't it odd
how one word can be so different from itself
Power:
1. A great or marked ability to do or act; strength
2. The possession of control or command over others
how a word can so easily contradict itself
Confidence:
1. Belief in oneself and one's power and abilities
2. Presumption; Impudence
isn't it horribly ironic
Independence:
1. Not influenced or controlled by others in matter of opinion or conduct
2. Rejecting others aid or support; reclusive
that something so beautiful, can mean something so different
without even
changing the letters
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
it is so easy to find things that don’t belong together,
to find opposites,
fire and water,
young and old,
fear and bravery,
there are millions,
and it is just assumed that those things do not go together,
because they are different, complete opposites even, and that is irreversible,
and because of this, nobody stops to think about why they need each other,
nobody thinks about how fire needs the water to contain its flame,
or how the young need their elders to teach them,
or even how, to be brave, you cannot be fearless, to be fearless would make you un-human,
and i think that if we understood that about each other,
that we need one another to become stronger, that our differences can help us,
we would stop trying to separate ourselves and only place ourselves with people like us,
people we don’t have to worry about risk, or hurt, or loyalty with,
but maybe if we became a little braver and started going after people we know it won’t be easy with, maybe that’s what will work out in the end,
and maybe opposites don’t attract,
but so what,
maybe that person who makes everything a little harder will wind up worth it,
maybe they’re the fear to your brave.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
They told me you were all wrong
that you fought a war inside your head
but you couldn't pick a side
they said you remembered your past
but your eyes said you wish you didn't
and i suppose that i cannot blame you
because who would want to remember
the hatred that chained them for so long
and know it is their fault they cannot break free
they said you forgot how to feel
and they told me you were broken
like you were a machine or a piece of glass
but no, i cannot blame you
for thinking the mistake you made
was yourself
but i know you were not broken
and i know you felt things
more passionate than any other
but i do not blame you
for finding a way out
of those chains that bound you to your war
so as the tears roll down my cheeks hot and angry
i can only blame myself
and i know that my biggest mistake
was you
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC