Tortured people tell themselves the past never happened.
They sit and reminisce about memories that they created.
Their hands are brown and worn down,
looking like a sibling of the ground that will eventually be a tomb for their bodies.
The teeth are fake and so are the smiles.
Hair falls off like rusty leaves brushed by a breeze, warning of the death of winter.
Limbs turn into string, ******* hang, and guts grow; like pregnant, stray cats.
Whenever they die, their houses will be eaten by their children, and not even a piece of gristle or a picture frame will be left.
The house will be nothing but a sun-dried ribcage:
a discarded postcard with the address marked out.
The children will sit and talk of their parents, repressing the abuse and the inability to meet expectations.
The children will work in sterile cubicles, thankful that their hands will not be stamped by calluses, yet knowing their fathers would not approve.
The children will open up the dust-blanketed boxes and stare at old family pictures, not able to recognize the people who smile and have perfect posture.
The children will lay in bed with their spouses and say, to no one in particular,
'Why was it never enough?
What did I do?
Was it me?'
The children will be tortured by these words,
by lives that weren't in technicolor,
by the paranoia of being tolerated instead of liked,
by the anxiety that a paid-off house
and nice car couldn't alleviate,
by themselves.
The children will retire and will have realized that they worked their entire lives just to enjoy ten years.
Their hair follicles will let go of strands and locks,
like a dandelion being stripped by the wind.
The enamel on their teeth will corrode and, before long, they will be thankful for the sensitivity of their teeth because the coldness of senior-citizen-discounted ice cream will be one of the few things they will be able to feel, let alone put a genuine smile on their face.
They will sit on their recliners, stare at their keyboard-kissed fingers and tell themselves the past never happened.
Because that's what tortured people do.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
As the universe mocks
A cruel joke it plays
A hoax I keep falling for … I’ve learned to laugh in misery
Time after time after time... I hope it will be different, it’s not.
The hope for love
The hope for happiness
The hope of success
The hope for hope itself i have depleted fully
I know I can’t fight anymore
I know I don’t have the strength
The universe is greater than little old me
With it against me...
Against me I keep the fight
Against me I keep the fight
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
Its sunday morning
My favourite day of the week
When everything is so perfect
And feels so warm, fuzzy and sweet
I always say I'll head to church
I never go so far
'Cause sweet heavenly slumber
Is all I long for, I just want more
Later in the day my tumy starts to turn
As I realise tomorrow is yet another dawn
They require hard work and focus
Both of which I've run out.
Sundays are sweet
But tomorrow I have to work to meet.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
My heart.... one with many lacerations
Only a tool
Many use it to get what they want
And I only a fool
I try to get out, try to brake free
I do this imagining that its up to me
But my heart won't let go and holds to foe
This nobody opens their eyes to see
No matter how much I complain
They all never see
No matter how much I show
They all never see
My heart, one with many lacerations
That may or may not belong to only me
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 8:01 AM UTC
Every girl yearns for it, yet it doesn't exist
We search for it in the world around us
And yet we still find that it surpass us
Living in hope that we will find it or will we?
From everything to childish tales of vampires and wolves
To books of romance and fantasies that stacks upon a wooden stools.
Various relations and affairs with different women and men that claim to care
Searching through all the oceans, lands and its different types of air.
Some people claim to have found it, lived it and witnessed it
Even just for a single minute or a single breath of it is said to last a lifetime
Oh how wonderful it would be so intoxicating and ravishing,
drunk on love a wonderful feeling it must be To be loved, to be loved...all so...so irrevocably.
It is the type of love in Shakespeare plays and sonnets
The type of love that cannot be described by a contemporary poets
The type of love that was once known to the earth in ancients times as being spread by magical creatures such as cupids
The type of love that makes you do so many things...oh...that will never occur to you as stupid
The type of love that does not exist
We search for it the corners of the earth yet there are none
Because we'd rather believe there are no corners than to believe that this type of love does not exits
So once more I ask does it exist
Like the type of kiss that pops your leg in a twist
Hopeful I remain at the aim of my desire
A love so strong, it would never seem wrong.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Every girl yearns for it, yet it doesn't exist
We search for it in the world around us
And yet we still find that it surpass us
Living in hope that we will find it or will we?
From everything to childish tales of vampires and wolves
To books of romance and fantasies that stacks upon a wooden stools.
Various relations and affairs with different women and men that claim to care
Searching through all the oceans, lands and its different types of air.
Some people claim to have found it, lived it and witnessed it
Even just for a single minute or a single breath of it is said to last a lifetime
Oh how wonderful it would be so intoxicating and ravishing,
drunk on love a wonderful feeling it must be To be loved, to be loved...all so...so irrevocably.
It is the type of love in Shakespeare plays and sonnets
The type of love that cannot be described by a contemporary poets
The type of love that was once known to the earth in ancients times as being spread by magical creatures such as cupids
The type of love that makes you do so many things...oh...that will never occur to you as stupid
The type of love that does not exist
We search for it the corners of the earth yet there are none
Because we'd rather believe there are no corners than to believe that this type of love does not exits
So once more I ask does it exist
Like the type of kiss that pops your leg in a twist
Hopeful I remain at the aim of my desire
A love so strong, it would never seem wrong.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
Every girl yearns for it, yet it doesn't exist
We search for it in the world around us
And yet we still find that it surpass us
Living in hope that we will find it or will we?
From everything to childish tales of vampires and wolves
To books of romance and fantasies that stacks upon a wooden stools.
Various relations and affairs with different women and men that claim to care
Searching through all the oceans, lands and its different types of air.
Some people claim to have found it, lived it and witnessed it
Even just for a single minute or a single breath of it is said to last a lifetime
Oh how wonderful it would be so intoxicating and ravishing,
drunk on love a wonderful feeling it must be To be loved, to be loved...all so...so irrevocably.
It is the type of love in Shakespeare plays and sonnets
The type of love that cannot be described by a contemporary poets
The type of love that was once known to the earth in ancients times as being spread by magical creatures such as cupids
The type of love that makes you do so many things...oh...that will never occur to you as stupid
The type of love that does not exist
We search for it the corners of the earth yet there are none
Because we'd rather believe there are no corners than to believe that this type of love does not exits
So once more I ask does it exist
Like the type of kiss that pops your leg in a twist
Hopeful I remain at the aim of my desire
A love so strong, it would never seem wrong.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
As you ponder your thoughts
Destiny dances in the shadows
And storms gather in the meadows
You can almost be sure that its a lie
With all life's trials and tribulations
Hopes and willful manifestations
All that's left is you, a dancers fool
As you ponder your thoughts
Destiny dances in the shadows
All the plans, all the wonders won't do
Its never been up to me nor you
So let her ****** you And let her reveal
In path you might find It easy
Time stands still even after you find your fill
Its imperative, just face it
we all have to embrace it,
It is but only yours
As you ponder your thoughts
And destiny dances in the shadows
Make many mistakes
For laughters sake
Because whether you plan
Or whether you think u can
Its still not yours to decide
For no one has ever insulted destinies pride
Nor been successful at attempt.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
Fireworks,
A new smile,
A stolen kiss
I imagine it would be bliss
You’ve got charisma
You've got style
You've got something ...
I just haven't seen far across the mile
You light up my day
and that right away
Right now i fell better than i have for a while
And to my lips all that with a smile
My body tingles,
Fumbled thoughts
Words come out the wrong way
But you can definitely tell i want you to stay
I don’t know you,
You don’t know me
What would it take
How would we be
I wanna make it happen
How do I make you see
That baby we've got chemistry.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
Take it, for it is yours
Take it, there is no need for remorse
Take it, as you've taken everything else
For its not half the worth it looks.
This life is like a drop of water is to the ocean
This life is like a ray of light is to the sun
This life is like a fallen star is to the night
This life as I know it, is no delight.
Useless I say.... I don't want it....
At the peak of concern you used to appear
Now the ugly truth tells of the real reason that you are here
No 'tis not for love nor passion my dear
Your true quest, this life... I now see so clear
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC