I picked up love once,
It, stranded on the pavement, wilting in the heat,
One arm stretched to the soil,
The other at me.
I bent over and cradled love in my hands.
It's frail and delicate thorns
Broke under the light pressure of my palm,
It's paper-thin petals shattered into broken and dismembered sorrows.
Although secure it seemed to long for something else.
It twisted and turned,
became restless in my safety.
It thrashed and shook, it convulsed,
And wept silent open wounds.
It began to decay, burning what was important on the inside into embers of ignored pain.
From beauty to remarkable,
from remarkable to beauty again.
And from beauty the tragic of love was gone.
I picked up love once.
And when I put it down, only ashes remained.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
I had a dream last night. You were in it.
I can't remember exactly what happened
or what we did. All I can remember
is that we were happy. Together.
You and me. But when, I woke
up, I knew that this dream
I just dreamt was only
the first of many
Nightmares
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
You say not "right now,"
But I know that means forever.
Loving you like this,
Will probably never get better.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
it doesn't hurt to be in love with you anymore; i am merely numb
i've hidden fragments of you in separate stores in my mind
and they jump out like grasshoppers
sometimes one at a time
sometimes all at once
and i receive this unbearable desire to smoke the traces of you into every other ***** so they can experience what it's like to constantly want to jump out of my skin to get rid of you
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Tears of joy
Tears of anger
Tears of irritation
Tears of frustration
Tears of laughter
Tears of grief
Such emotion in a drop of salty water.
Never be ashamed of those tiny droplets
they reflect all emotion in a single fall.
Sensitivity, frustration, anger and hope.
Never hold back, and never stop crying at someone's behest.
Tears clean your soul and releases all unhappiness in you.
Tears are your pearls, of wisdom and experience.
Tears, hot coming out, cold going down.
The oceans are all the saline tears of our earth.
Tears, are all our actions and words in an action.
They are words our heart breaks at hearing,
images our eyes cannot bare to see.
Feelings our mind cannot fathom.
Tears are the truth of a sensitive soul set free.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
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*Here lies below a (very) brief list to review, welcome to my nightmares,
I bid you adieu....*
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Back in the day, when I was a kid
I'd so many nightmares, oh Yes! indeed I did.
There were monsters in my closet and under my bed, gnomes that would hunt me and hags on my chest.
Zombies were mobbing, roaming my street, right out of Thriller, minus the beat.
I would get so scared that I'd tremble at night, restlessly sweating, awaiting the Creeps, I muffled my sobbing under my sheets.
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So, now that we've visited those very few, let's look on to my Teens for new mares to review.
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Sooo....Nighttime falls, and here we go, where I meet up with sleepers, ghouls, the undead, on stretch of empty highway, I'm deserted with dread, except for the drones swooping down overhead.
I've had my fair share of falling dreams, nighttime terrors, and muffled screams, ones where I'm blind, buried alive or running like molasses while helplessly knowing that something is coming to do me harm, all filled with a chill~guaranteed to alarm.
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As I grew older, into my twenties, I'd dream of ex~lovers, back then I'd had plenty.
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Some were seductive yet chillingly cold, setting a jealous scene to unfold. Some were so vicious, I would wake up crying, still others were heartless and hauntingly frightening in their callous displays of cheating and lying.
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Of course, now in my thirties most of my mares center upon guilt, and regretful dispairs.
Reliving my shame, the losses and tragedies, taunting me with the full scope of all my inadequacies.
I still often get the nighttime paralysis, I can't move a muscle, though lucidly I realize that this time the fight seems to come from inside.
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So now that I've shared an abbreviated list of some of my nightmares, well, you get the gist.
I hope you've enjoyed a jolly good read, just don't be afraid when it's your time to sleep.
EN SCENCE
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Go to sleep, **** **** ****
**** and sleep. Bleed and weep.
Stop.
Examine yourself.
Am I safe?
If yes, ****
If no, yes.
Change positions.
Am I safe enough right now?
Check on that thought. Is it ok? Can it live here? Will it **** me?
No? No. No...
No...
Say alive. Say it.
Stay astride giant tantamounts of muse, Icarus flew too soon.
Silence freak. The silence freak.
Science, cheap talk, pseudospirituality.
Shut up that mouth, babbling on and on and off.
Off. Offal in the pig soup broth.
Charm her. Charm her. What else?
Charmed her. What else? Shut up, that's all.
Shut up and enjoy life fully, be abundant, free, intelligent, silent.
Keep it in the pants. Keep inside your god **** pants.
Feel the need to breed. The need to spill obscenities. You breathe in every other scream, to **** in dry, **** and dry, blow out all the seeds.
Aw **** my eye. Right in my eye. 1st contact. Claimed. In the Name.
Oh his Father, His Son, His Holy Zeitgeist.
Bigger words make a happy family. Tipping urns spill the trappings of the elite. Learn from our mistakes. Do not mistake taste. For feeling unafraid.
Goodbye, goodbye, I'm off the **** and sleep. The dose was too high, got right in my eyes, and several bars later the rhythm has faded and no tears are left with which to weep.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
I won't make promises I can't keep.
I can't promise that I'll love you forever, or that I'll never hurt you
I can't promise to stay forever, or to always be good to you
I can't promise to tell you all my secrets, or to explain what I'm feeling all the time
But there are some things I can promise.
I promise to try my hardest to stay with you.
I promise to push through the doubt and fear, and tell you when I'm scared.
I promise that I love you, right here, right now.
I guess that'll have to do.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
Hi. Hey. What's up, how's it going?
Not much, nothing really, *** it's snowing!
You're so cute, we should meet soon.
Where? What time? I have a meet at noon.
I'll pick you up, I'll be there to cheer you on.
At my school, after my parents are gone.
I can't wait to see you, *** you're cute!
I have to sleep, be up early, phone on mute.
Hi. Hey. What are you doing?
Not much, laying down, just chilling.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Um... I don't know what to say.
It's okay, takes time, sooner or later.
You sure? You know I'm a fierce debater.
*** I love you, you're super funny.
Thank you, let's go, it's kind of sunny.
Hi. Hey. I have something to tell you.
What is it? You okay? Got the flu?
No, last night, I'm sorry I told you a lie.
It's okay, I don't understand, tell me why?
I don't know, it felt right. By the way there's this guy.
It's okay, but this is a break, you didn't have a to tell a lie.
I miss you, please! I'm so sorry...
It's raining, I cant .. Do you hear your story?
Hi.
Hi. Hey. How was your day?
Good.
Wanna come over? I'm bored.
Busy.
Oh, well, I have something to tell you!
What?
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Oh...
Oh.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC