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209 · Oct 2024
You and Me
Andrea Oct 2024
You never stray far
Always shouting
Always screaming

Attention
Attention
Attention
It is what you crave

I pray to break these chains
I pray to be set free
I pray to hear silence from thee

I fall into tragedy
Wishing you to die like Romeo
But never to resurrect like Juliet

Why must it always be you
But never me?

Why must you cling like a leech
******* me dry of all I have to offer
Why must you exist

Why can I not be free
Why can't I be healed
Is it because you stand in my way?

Must I cut these strings?
Must I shear away the pain?
Or forever let you drag me down

Because when I am alone
It is always you and me

But not today
198 · Oct 2024
Did You Know?
Andrea Oct 2024
Did you know
the girl I see
every night
every day
every second I live
is never the same?

Did you know
she walks like me
she talks like me
but it cannot be me

I have no reflection

I’ve never seen it
felt it
looked at it
touched it
nor spoken to it

So girl, yes you
You who mock me
You who ridicule me
You who see me
Did you know we are not one and the same?

Did you know
I moved on
And yet you
drifted
And became a monster?

Did you know
because
I wouldn’t have
if not for
Your lurking presence.
Taunting me
Crying for me

Did you know
Despite your shouts
Despite your fear
I cannot be you?
How can I
When you didn’t know
You were real
And I was not.
111 · May 7
Claws
Andrea May 7
You’re about to give in
You’re collapsing
The walls are surrounding you
It makes you think
About life
Your past
The little details
Then you grow claws
Long mangy things you cannot control
They’re not part of you
But they have become you
It's not the end of the world
But it could be the end of you
You try to scratch at the walls
Bend them
Claw their insides out
But will it stop the walls?
Can they come to a complete standstill?
It is not you against the walls
It is you against time
Because in the end,
We are all up against the passage of time.
Don’t worry about the walls
Worry about the claws you make
Because each one defines a part of you
As they come from you
You make them what they are
And you can control that.
13 · Jun 30
Poem 3 - The Girl
Andrea Jun 30
“Travel the land.”
I put foot over foot forward.
“Search it.”
My lungs burned from the scorching sands.
“Demand from it your goal.”
No water in sight.
No civilization for me to claim.
“No turning back.”
I took myself to the highest point in this **** desert.
I did not look up,
But down.
“For if we do, we shall eat of the blade we once scorned.”
And upon my gaze turning toward the lowest point,
Within a desert so vast,
That not even the tumbleweeds could stand alone,
Did I see.
A small city.
My home.
“At last,
I am here.”
I burned a smile upon my selfish lips.
“And I shall have what is mine.”
Coexist
Part One - Suffering
8 · Jul 9
Poem 5 - The Girl
Andrea Jul 9
“Suffer.
Oh, how they will suffer.
Pretty land,
So fair and meek,
How you shall suffer!
As I bring out my Fury.
For this land,
Isolated,
Hiding,
And alive,
Will feel the sting of my word.”
My head sang this,
As my anger burned,
And I fed myself with not the pains of my journey,
But with the growing danger inside.
I grew closer.
And sang.
“Oh, meek land,
Tremble,
For Wrath is here.”
Coexist
Part One - Suffering
Andrea Jun 30
“A book a day saves one from the enemy.”
I often told myself this.
As I leaned my ear to the pages of a leather-bound world.
The world spoke to me.
It’s inky words, etched into parchment, jumped at me,
Asking me to see into their lands.
See how they formed and died.
You may ask,
“Conqueror! How can this be so?”
Well, I will tell you.
Before, in my youth, my demon
This Wrath,
Often spoke in tongues.
Words that confused me, yet spoke to me.
I found them either soothing or scorching to my soul.
And it left me in tears.
“Learn thy enemy.”
The words of my father often told me.
Then in my darkness, I used them as strength.
Wrath chose to incline its breath upon my ears.
So to keep it at bay,
Make another’s words stronger than its own.
From there, I sought the word of stories.
Adventures.
Fantasies.
Myths.
Beautiful as they were enchanting,
Became my saving grace.
As the words of books surrounded me,
Did the demon find trouble.
Wrath chose to sing loud.
But the books, as I taught myself to bend to their will, would speak even louder.
Damsels,
Cloaked villains,
Heroes with swords!
They all sought me.
And became my friends.
And Wrath?
Became a whisper.
So small,
So far into my mind, I could no longer hear it.
But when the book was placed down, it ****** me with a single word.
"Please."
Coexist
Part One - Suffering
Andrea Jun 30
“Have there be no end to our suffering?”
I, Conqueror of many lands, asked.
For though, even in my doubt, I held something worse.
Wrath.
In my mission, my search for purpose, I had learned many a tale of demons.
Demons so vicious they stole your soul,
Devouring every bit of essence you held.
From my forefathers to my descendants,
We made it our purpose to vanquish demons.
“Train!”
My father told me, as his father told him.
“Train as those have before you. Learn thy enemy.”
And so, I did.
Every story, lesson, and artifact of my enemy was no foreign object to my eyes and ears.
I, often, fell upon the foot of the Lord,
And asked him,
“From the very Dawn,
To the Dusk,
I have been your servant.
I have stayed by your side.
Today, in gratitude and happiness, I ask you: Give me your word.
I hope to hear you.”
And often, not a word was spared.
No.
Instead,
A feeling took the place of the answers I sought.
Grateful as I was, and still am,
My ears sought more.
I feared asking further would lead to my dismay and demise.
So in place of my fear, anger bloomed.
Anger with no purpose other than feasting on my flesh.
Feeding itself with my weakness.
I saw it in the face once
In my doubt
In my hunger for more
I saw it scream.
Oh child,
It said.
Child, child!
Why do we beg?
To a voice, not even so, but an idea?
I turned away from such ideas it gave me.
And burned it to a world where it shall not feed on me, but itself.
Sometimes,
In the depths of my doubt,
Do I still hear it scream.
Coexist
Part One - Suffering
0 · Jun 30
Poem 1 - The Girl
Andrea Jun 30
Inside the waters of my mind
There are underlying words to what I feel.
Whether or not I can hear them,
Or the world can see them,
They remain sinking to the bottom of this giant ocean.
And yet I bring myself out of the ocean and fall into dry desert.
Here, the land is vast, and the span of civilization ceases to exist.
I cannot find the signs toward my people.
I try to step back, but the ocean has dried up.
And on a mission, my body moves
Desperate to quench my dying thirst.
Desperate for the faces so familiar.
So I can find the sea of my sanity.
Although I have seen it once,
I knew the lands would not be easy to find.
There were many obstacles that I once had to face.
Long ago,
In the era of darkness,
Buzzards,
Vultures,
And roaches plague the land.
Ruins were all the eye could see
In this city of decay.
For in this city, the land knew of a tale.
The tale of a girl.
Red-eyed and destructive.
She carried her blade,
A scythe, made of the flesh of lies.
It stayed by her side,
Night and Day.
Morning til Dusk.
There was no way out of her wrath.
And where she went, she laid destruction in her path.
The ground would tremble,
The mountains parted for her, crumbling to dust,
And her fury had no end.
For years, this cycle of destruction, death, and evil would conquer the lands.
Not a soul knew what to do.
But then, not many souls knew me.
They did not venture into the mind that was mine.
They did not know me.
They did not see me.
Only I knew myself,
And the only one who knew better was the Lord himself.
And through words of flame, did my secrets pour out.
All the land knew when to hide,
Save themselves from the thunder between she and this sole prayer she often spoke of.
“Oh, Dusk,  How you loathe me!
How you force me to tremble under your weight.
For it is when the night sky travels across the globe
And the stars twinkle across the land
That I find myself at the foot of the Lord.
I look high into Heaven.
And I ask
‘Do you see me?
See me and seek to help me in my search?’
But as my eyes close,
And the Dawn approaches,
I open to a world of evil.
Fiends and foes, more so all around.
But after much reflection, I can only see one Demon.
And it is me.”
For when no mere mortal could withstand her word,
Did the world shield itself.
And allow themselves to feel her blade of lies.
So in this moment, as I scoured the world for the sea,
I knew to find it
I would have to bend time and reality to my will.
And face my demons.
Coexist
Part One - Suffering

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