*New damage
new separation
and stitching
awaits sealing
and new union..
Knife and fork
breaking bread
for inner rising
in new strength..
Surgery on high
removed a rib
Eve's attraction
urges re-joining..
A line reading
linear distortion
yearns for
whole in-sight..
Surgery creates
and stimulates a
New Day...*
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
You said
The most brilliant thing
You said it was
Like a heart surgery
But he was only a
Surgeon in training
And had neglected to
Mention beforehand
That it was only
Exploratory cardiac surgery;
And it was just for his
Simmering curiosity
*(He couldn't have carried
Out a simple angioplasty?)*
That he cut the aorta
That's what you said
And his curiosity subsided;
And he left as you bled.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
I feel sorry for the moon for what he has to see every night.
The madness of people that only shows when the sun leaves.
I feel sorry for the moon, he cannot run away.
I'm too selfish to let him go.
I know he suffers from his undying love for the sun.
I know he whispers apologies in the night air hoping for the sun's forgiveness.
I know the sun will never listen.
I feel sorry for the moon for he is alone and can never live without the sun.
I feel sorry for the moon for the shame he carries on his back.
Heavy and hidden.
I'm falling for the moon and he will never know.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror.
At times,
I convince myself that nobody would miss me.
If I were gone,
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep,
To myself.
I cry for no reason.
And have trouble figuring out the way I'm
Suppose to function,
When my mind is such a scary place..
*But I got out of bed this morning,
That's a start...*
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
They say that
once you've grown up,
you're going to make
A LOT
of
Mistakes
Then,
I ask you,
Have you done
any mistakes?
Mistakes that are worth
of many dreams
you wished to pursue,
but then
crushed by any of our
idiotic decisions?
I tell you,
my dear beloved heart,
you're right.
It was idiotic,
shameful
but dear heart,
you
are
still
beautiful.
Regrets
are just chances
you took
and see it
as if
it was a huge
mistake.
Dear heart,
where are you now?
You've gone through enough.
And now,
you can be
the wingless angel
that few can adore.
Or,
you can be
a hornless demon
that everyone cursed for.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
we slept to drugs and loud music
hopping in cars, drinking beers, cutting our hair
with stick and poke tattoos that faded and
lips that's touched each other's and the taste
of salt from tears and she's a sunset,
she's the greeting to the moon coming home
she's the safety and comfort of a lover and
the anger and hope of a parent
we fell to soft, kind boys at the same time
with bandaged hearts and arms holding to
each other for strength and love
with big ideas and dreams and
stars in our eyes to match and
i am the sunrise, the kiss goodbye when
he leaves for work or school or for
another woman and i am the joy of a
child for exciting news and warmth of a
mother for devastation and we're full of
so much love.
she the waxing moon and i, waning
and we compliment each other to make
one big light that floods the ground with
sparkles in our energy
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
The way I lust isn't fair
I fall for an eloquent stare
But the heartbeat's not there
How can my lips need one thing
And my knees another
To fly or to fall
That's the choice isn't it after all?
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Forgive me, dear mother,
For I am dead.
Inside and out.
I can't feel the pyre,
Or the cold grave.
Forgive me, dear father,
This is the day you dread.
I know this is not how it works
I am tired.
You'll just have to wait.
Forgive me, dear brother,
I know you've left.
You have your own
Disasters to live,
I wont be another day.
Forgive me, dear friend,
It is you I've bothered
Every time I was smothered
By the thoughts in my head.
Freedom is on its way.
Forgive me, dear lover,
For I put the noose
around your neck,
Every time I felt dead.
I have to set you free, let you stay.
Forgive me, dear stranger,
You don't need to read this,
I will be gone,
None of this will matter.
You will see a better day.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
She prowled into my territory
looking for my hidden things.
She was quiet like a panther
thinking I could not see.
I knew my things had been touched
I could feel her energy in my space.
Little did she know
I was a fox
just looking for my bait.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Skip dinner
to be thinner
Don't make a mistake
say you just ate
Stand on the scale
To see you have failed
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC