Apparitions of days past
weathered on a face
that no longer holds history
like it used to.
Or like it ever will again.
A blank face
full of emotions
she dares never utter
with wordless explanations.
Haunting hollow memories
of a past chosen for her
and thoughts fathomed into
actions.
I never thought I would be here
I never thought I would be here
Ringing in her ear
Ringing in her ear
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
I found myself today
Trying to reason through pieces.
I thought I'd try to figure it out,
And finally put together the incomplete picture;
Thought I'd find a way back to where we began.
But there was no end,
Because there was no beginning;
It was just enough minutes to conjure
A moment,
A memory.
You'll always just be a memory.
A mirage that fights till its last breath.
A neutralized disease,
Frozen mid-infection.
I'm benign now,
Leaving sanity to a prayer.
Because when I found myself today,
Trying to reason through these pieces,
I remembered all over again
Why you're not in the picture.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
YOUR SILENCE
FILLS IN THE
BREAKS BETWEEN
THE LIES THAT
COIL AT MY FEET.
HOW CAN I LIVE WITH MYSELF
HOW CAN I BE ALONE AGAIN
WITHOUT NEEDING
YOUR HANDS,
FIXED UPON MY NECK,
REASSURING ME OF WHAT
I CANNOT PUT TO SLEEP.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
THEY SAY THINGS THAT MAKE HER LAUGH;
THEY MAKE HER FEEL THINGS.
THEY TELL HER THINGS THAT ARE MAKE-BELIEVE
AND SHE’S ALWAYS WANTED TO BELIEVE THINGS.
THEY SNICKER
AND NIBBLE
AND CHIME;
THEY CHARM AND SHE FOLLOWS, HYPNOTIZED.
THEY ALWAYS TALK UP AND DOWN,
THEY TALK LEFT AND RIGHT,
UNTIL THERE IS NOT RIGHT AND WRONG,
UNTIL SHE CAN NO LONGER WRITE HER WRONG.
IT’S ALL FORGOTTEN IN THE BEAUTIFULLY ARRANGED LETTERS.
THEY NEVER LET HER CATCH HER BREATH,
THERE WAS NEVER TIME TO CONSIDER THE GAPS.
SO THEY MARCH ON, THE FOUR
AND THEY NEVER LOOKED BACK.
SHE MAY HAVE NEVER FELT SO CAUGHT BETWEEN,
OR AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Some days are just incredibly dark.
You wake up and nothing is right
Inside.
And it takes all day to get back.
It takes the entire day
Searching for the truth,
Weeding out the half-truths,
Silencing the voices,
And forgetting his touch.
It takes all day to consistently and Consciously
Reach up and accept His help
Because you know it was your fault too
And he’ll never apologize.
He’ll never apologize
He will never apologize.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
MEMORIES DON’T DELETE.
AND WORDS THAT YOU CAN’T BACKSPACE
RING AND RING AND RING.
THERE’S NO LOGOUT FOR RELATIONSHIPS.
THERE’S NO SPELLCHECK FOR MISTAKES.
AND NO OFF SWITCH FOR
MUSCLE MEMORY TO REPLAY
OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
THERE’S NO RECYCLING BIN
FOR THE AWFUL THINGS SAID.
THERE’S NO VOLUME CONTROL
FOR THE WORDS TO SCREAM AT YOU.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
a void.
a desire to feel nothing.
nothing is everything
when something is nothing you want at all.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
you might as well have had
ink filled fingers.
the black prints
still burnt onto my skin.
no matter how many times
I try to scrub myself clean
of you.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
glaring at a screen
with tears that won't fall.
it's gone,
bold adjectives
and lying affection.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Knowing—is not mine.
Your bead eyes, cast upon me,
supercilious
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC