BarelyABard

BarelyABard Jan 2015

There is beauty in the
fury.
I see colors in the
flame.

Should the chill of winter
and the grey of snowy skies
billow above me,
I will strike a match
and snarl against the shiver.

I would rather drown in
fire
than become consumed in
ice.

I will not succomb to the cold.

I will glow with all the colors of the universe.

BarelyABard Jan 2015

emosenoL

I take a sip and close my eyes.
Empty swimming pools.
I take a puff and open them.
Packed strip clubs.
I take a step.
Drained bottle in the sand.
I raise my hand.
Vibrant stars along the water.
I slowly sigh.
The sound of waves like musical notes.
I turn my head.
******* with inviting eyes.
I take a seat.
Passing police cars.
I take another sip.
Drunken friends singing somewhere in the night.
I take another puff.
Homeless men digging through trash.
I lower my head.
Crying children in open windows.
I stand up.
A lonely boy lost in the noise.

BarelyABard Jan 2015

The Fat Kid's Requiem

You may lose the weight
and
your shape may thin out.
Your muscles may flex
and you might be turning heads...

But inside you are still just the
fat kid being laughed at by beautiful people;
eating lunch
alone in the cafeteria.

**...and you constantly fight the loneliness, in attempt to keep closed an open wound...

BarelyABard Dec 2014

Yet

You want to break the rules,
but you're not brave enough.
You want to tell a story,
but you can't say enough.
You want to run away,
but you're not fast enough.
You want to break the chains,
but you're not strong enough.
You want to be a better person,
but you simply
do
not
try
enough.
You want to feel alive,
but it seems you just
aren't brave enough.

...yet

BarelyABard Nov 2014

I Want To **** The Inventor Of The Mannequin

America
is a vintage ad
with a miniature sticker
on the back
that reads...

"Made in China."

BarelyABard Nov 2014

Demons In The Dark

Wrap the thorns around my wrists like serpents slithering for a feast;
the ones who breed to bleed me dry unknowingly making me feel alive.

I'll bathe myself in light from a masochistic moon and listen to shadows on the walls moan in pleasure,
a deadly pleasure
that echos through my haunted veins;
wrapping their legs around my waist
and running their fangs across my lips.

They dig their claws and I pull them closer
hiding a smirk that even they cannot see, for I'm the boy you can't destroy
as I make love to
demons in the dark.

I am in love with everything that kills me

#love #death #demons #lips #*** #thorns #moonlight #masochism #serpents

BarelyABard Nov 2014

A Frozen Tornado

I feel as if my face is always red,
windblasted by words formed like icy crystals in the mirror
permeating my bones and leaving me so weary that I can barely stand.

They don't let me fly.
I keep asking why.
They block out the sun
and I just want to run.

I am trying to keep my feet but twisters are discreetly forming in my mind and
I am kneeling in this frozen tornado watching life swirl around me out of focus by the speeding snow of my own insecurities; screams raging behind my eyes, watching those in homes sit by the fire, finding ways I have not yet discovered to block out the chill eating at our bones.

Those I reach through the swirling haze can grasp a freezing hand attached to a shivering man who falls and falls and falls again but always manages to fight the wind.
There is still fire within these frozen bones, it just hasn't found a way to melt the cold and grey.

As sure as stars blink when I close my eyes, the sun will chase stormclouds in frozen skies.
In this mental blizzard I catch my breath and hear echos murmuring in the darkness.

"Winter doesn't last forever dear child, and neither will this."

I am the coldest person I know towards myself, and I can't stand it