don’t listen to me.
don’t hear what i preach.
all i know is
sorrow,
*****
blow.
don't listen to people like me.
don’t hear what we have to preach.
all we know is
lost causes,
hallow words,
empty memories.
we’re just as ****** up as you,
only we will always resort
to our pernicious truth.
you?
you will prosper.
i know,
we know,
it is evident you will.
without us.
without me.
and that -
**** that is your key.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
my hair is much longer now
cascading across the pillars
encompassing what was
once you and me
and what was once
us.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
i just want to feel alive
i need to feel free
but i'm so numb here
i'm so ******* empty
i'm sorry, my dear -
remember it's not your fault
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
your fingers planted seeds everywhere you touched me
you watered them by whispering into my ears
and flowers sprouted from my spine each time you kissed me
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
yes all women
because people cringe at the word "feminism".
because I am not a feminist, I am a woman.
I am a human being.
because this poem is a one-sided sexist rant.
because I was fifteen years old when my mother first taught me about how to hold car keys as a weapon in case anyone ever attacked me.
because teenage girls are taught to never walk alone in a parking garage.
because in elementary school I was told to switch which side of the street I was walking on while going home if a man was approaching me in the same direction.
because when I was twelve my parents gave me my first cell phone for when I was out riding my bike, or taking a walk.
because I can't wear a spaghetti strap tank top to school, as it will "distract the boys".
because boys are distracted by a bony girl in a spaghetti strap tank top.
because freshmen girls are taught not to date senior boys, instead of senior boys being taught not to go after freshmen girls.
because senior boys go after freshmen girls.
because when I was ten years old I told my dad that my grandfather made me feel uncomfortable, and he got angry at me for making such a blasphemous statement.
because even after I told my mother, and she talked to my father, he ignored it completely.
because my grandfather made me, at ten years old, feel uncomfortable.
because when I was fourteen my boyfriend broke up with me since I "didn't put out".
fourteen.
because by ninth grade I had received my first unwanted and unwelcomed advance.
because I didn't tell anyone.
because school administrators turn the other cheek when a girl is ***** in the stairwell*.
because **** charges are being dropped by judges.
because victims are being bullied into silence.
because a hashtag is the most sincere form of activism.
*because **** is a crime no matter what color you try to paint the picture*.
because I will go to bed tonight, after posting this poem, after telling my story, and I will wake up tomorrow.
and nothing will change.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
I’m blinded
Walking with a hollow body
And an unconscious mind
I can’t feel anything
Yet I find myself wandering
Drifting through the emotions
That have been injected into my veins
Is there life after death?
Will I, after this life, be what others call—
Happy?
Will my dad neglect me?
Will I be abused?
Will I have scars?
Will I wreak of self-loathing?
I’m so ******* young
But I ache as if I’m an elderly man
It’s too early—
I shouldn’t feel empty
Or worthless
Or so ******* dead in my own skin
But I do
And it’s breaking me
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Your name
always on my lips
Your face
always there
when I close my eyes
Your presence
always in my dreams
You haunt me
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
in the beginning
you were my fire
your breath like flames
igniting a spark inside of me
giving me life
but you are no longer fire
all that's left of your fire
are the ashes of my soul that coat my tongue
whenever i dare speak your name
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
What were you –
When your lips would part
And incoherent words
Would fall from your mouth?
Where were you –
When the sheets were tangled at my feet
While his arms were laced around my frame
And his breath smothered my thoughts?
Who were you –
When I would implore
That you open up and help me understand
The world you call your own?
How were you –
Able to let me fall from
A ledge while you stood there
Not even looking my way?
When did you realize –
That it was not me you wanted
But the mere thought of me
Which brought you to think
That you were in love?
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
one day
i hope i will be able
to light a match in my brain
and with that fire
reduce all those painful memories
to ash and smoke.
one day
i hope i will be able
to look back upon us --
upon what we were --
and accept that it simply
wasn't meant to be.
one day
i hope i will be able
to pick myself up
and walk away
instead of waiting for your
unlikely return.
for so long,
you have been the ocean,
and i have been the helpless boat --
tormented and battered by your ruthless waves.
for so long,
you were the siren
and i was the foolish sailor,
being drawn in
again and again
by your songs.
for so long,
i was a naive dreamer
and you were the stars
that i hoped would grace me with their presence.
for so long,
i was holding on
to something that was never real.
one day
i hope i will be able
to get rid of you.
and one day
i will.
(a.m.)
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC