why did you disappear
I still need you
by my side
the monsters creep closer
and I can't fight them any longer
I'm fading away
As I'm losing my grip
on reality.
where has my angel gone?
back up to heaven,
recalled by God from
his mission so he can attend
to more important matters?
maybe I was dreaming all
the while
and you weren't ever real,
just a wisp of smoke
blown away by the wind.
the wind,the cruel wind of reality
who blew my empty glass heart away
and cracked it
I'll become strong enough
to hide my heart
far from cruel Reality
so it doesn't shatter like
the sheer window pane
separating Innocence
from Darkness.
come back soon!
for
my innocence wanes amidst the
sadness
and I don't want to lose you,too.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
don't cry,darling
say what you need to say
it's okay
if you hurt them back
I'll hold you up
when the world's overwhelming you
you don't need to know how
to deal with this
because I'll teach you
to fly away
from your troubles
you'll grow silver wings
like mine
and
we'll glide
away
together.
I'll protect you from all harm
and grant your vengeful wishes
because I was once like you,
alone in the world
wanting to
strike back,
wanting to fly away.
Everyone needs a guardian,
for the world is
a cruel place.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
If life was an equation
maybe I'd know someone smart enough
who could explain it
to me
But maybe
life's a physics concept
only geniuses even know about
and even our brightest minds
only vaguely understand it
Maybe life is
actually a massive machine
that runs on the fuel of passion
generated by endlessly
running people
on hamster wheels
Maybe life
is an elaborate lie
created by
shadowy figures behind
the scenes,
intangible shadows
never seen,
never heard,
never touched.
I could sit here
all day
and think of reasons why
life makes no sense to me
but it won't make me
one
iota
closer to understanding
life.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
ever searching for you
in the places you usually are
you're the missing piece of
the puzzle
and it drives me crazy that
you're not coming back
I never realized how much
I needed you
until you were gone
the gaps you left
in between moments
make me nervous
that
something happened to you.
sometimes in vain
I hope that you'll return
even though you're
gone forever.
darling,
you're the one who got away
and I just wanted to say
I'm sorry
I left you behind
maybe someday
I'll
find
you
again.
It's late,and I must go
Please take care until we meet again.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
I spend
hours
listening to
music
that no one
else likes.
I draw on myself:
my arms,my clothes are
covered in pen
When I younger,
I would eat the
junk food
my grandma gave me
when driving me home
from school.
I lied to my parents
about eating the food;
"No,Mom,
no,Dad,
I didn't eat
what Grandma gave
me."
I always lied to my parents
but they found out anyway
and they never believed me
again.
My sweetest addiction
is lies,
sugary fantasies
that never fill you up
The gluttony just makes you hungrier
for the
truth.
Today I am
an honest person,
but I still crave lies.
But
if I crave lies,
why do I also
want the
truth?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
I wish I was still a good writer sometimes,
when I'm somewhere
where my words
would be useful
but now
my one talent
has floated away
like the Lorax once did
now I have nothing
and my strength has
dissipated
I can't write anymore
No more essays and witticisms
for me.
but my soul somehow dug
these words up
and my brain strung them together
and now I have my poems to cling to
when I miss my talent for words
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
my brain wants to do something and
my body tries to comply and i
***** up time after time and
sometimes
it's
all my fault
but sometimes
the colossal mess
Belongs to someone else
and
as long as it's not
in my territory i'll tolerate other's
sloppiness
but if they ***** up my business
why then
if they stand close enough that i can see them,i would rip them open
without a thought
because they should have done it a
Little ******* better
so they don't ***** with people's
Stuff.
Yes,I'm talking to you.You smart ***
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
The spectrum of colors
carpet the garden
Flowers can mean anything to us
Flowers can be
Hope
Love
Mourning
Joy
Peace
Rebellion
Family.
But in the end,flowers are only flowers
Innocent and oblivious to
human whims
They grow for the sake of the flowers,
and only the flowers.
We coax them and tame them and pick them and give them meaning
but they don't understand us.
How would they?
We do not speak the tongue of the flowers
And if we did,would they have words for human emotion?
They wouldn't care
Anyway
They don't need to understand us
We would still make flowers our symbols
And they would look on
As if we were beneath them.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
one
girl biking
home
Past the track,scratched in the dirt
the lanes for races
Three
Two
One.
number one in the race,
and one going home
/alone.
in fencing class,only one victory
on bad days
Bad days meant
that
she became
that one girl at school,under the desk
growling and snapping
then she was
that one girl outside the
counselor's door
waiting silently to see
the one who would listen to her but only because she was paid to
but
good listeners are good listeners
--and the one who listened listened
until
that one awkward silence when there's
nothing left to say
and that one girl was happy to be lonely for the first time
(she missed one period)
one click from her bike
as gears shift
pedaling on,
she carries herself away out of sight
to the one place
she's alone, but not lonely
pedaling
away from that girl under the desk,
growling and snapping
away from that girl outside the door
away from the one who listened
pedaling towards
home
Above,the damp grey clouds hang
from the sky
weaving into a
mesh of secrets
guarding the moonlight
from dark tarnished humanity,
/below where the trillions of oblivious stars are one/
down on earth,
we humans are shattered
into minuscule pieces
and the stars would weep to see us shattered(like this)
and that one girl biking home
is only one piece
in millions of pieces
of
one.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC