The brave man raised a foot to step forward, but the brave man was not a brave man.
He was a desperate man.
Nothing but a desperate man shaking and shivering under the weight of his own fear.
His tongue left void of taste except the bitter tang of fools courage.
Nothing but fear in a poorly painted mask.
His eyes vacant left with only the sterile glaze of a faint and fractured disregard.
What a disguise.
What a facade.
Courage isn't all that brave if you fail to put your foot back on the ground.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
strike a match and hold the flame near my skin, let the yellow light kiss me until my body parts turn red and raw.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
all of their faces are red. swollen and fat and full of shame. there is a regret to be had here. there is a lesson to be learned and a moral to be made.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
you say that it hurts you deep down inside your bones because the bones are as deep as the body's depth goes.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
you are a house
you are made of walls and doors
and windows to see through
you are a house and I have made a home inside of you.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Sometimes I want to
scream, but forget
that I have
lungs.
Nails digging into
palms too soft,
half moon creases into
skin like nights
lasted until three
in the morning.
I cannot find
voice;
I am silent.
You may open my
mouth, but the
words are
stuck to its
roof, saturated in
its tongue.
You may rip the
duct tape off,
peeling layer upon
layer of
skin until blood
trickles down to my
teeth, but I
will not cry out,
not even smack
my lips;
I am silence.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
with trembling bones and aching hearts we scream
calling out for people who can not hear us
with broken hopes and shattered dreams
we are falling further than we have ever fallen before
with empty souls and hollow thoughts
we are vacant
we are gone
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
leave me on the ground in the woods to soak up the earth.
when im done and my bones are filled with dirt come pour water over me in hopes that from my ribcage flowers might bloom.
come check on me from time to time, you can pick a flower for your new lover if you like, I wont mind.
come and see me, you can feed me water and tend to my weeds.
I know you couldn't love me in person but what about when I have roses blooming from my eyes?
I know you never saw any beauty in me but what about when I am the garden in which you take pride?
I know you couldn't stand to touch me when I had skin but what about when daisy spring from in between my bony thighs?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Make me a star in the sky, set me on fire and send me off with the wind.
Make me sparkle and gleam.
Make me beautiful and minuscule up in the unfathomable sky.
Send me away.
Send me alone.
Send me far.
Send me up into the clouds.
Make me a star.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC