Day: Favorites

Mar 2016 Day

L Marie

All I am is a number
On a computer screen,
Three point seven nine,
Slowly going down
And all you are
Is a can of cheap beer
That you chug, chug, chug
Just to break my heart,
It seems.
You think I’m a criminal
But I said no to the cigarette,
I said no to the drugs,
I said no to the shady crowd
And I hang on to a boy
Who treats me like you treat me
Sweet when I behave
But never going out of his way
Since I’m not worth it
And I treat him
The way I treat you
With hopeful, bright eyes
Lying to myself
Maybe tomorrow
He’ll love me.

#love #depression #alcohol #father #disappointment #sorry #grades #figure #irony #chug

Mar 2016 Day

a haiku for that strumpet of a tease, mother nature

Mar 2016 Day

b for short

a haiku for that strumpet of a tease, mother nature

Sun on my bare neck.
The crunch of grass under toes.
Cheeks ache for freckles.

#haiku #sunshine #freckles #getmeoutofthisoffice

Mar 2016 Day

:: A Day Late: The Sky ::

Mar 2016 Day

Neex

:: A Day Late: The Sky ::

The sky today,
It reminds me,
Of me.

Vibrant,
Yet gloomy,
Stains of rain,
Outlined by the sun,
A rainbow,
No one noticed it.

I'm vibrant,
Yet gloomy,
With tears from last night,
Outlined by a smile,
My *rainbow-
**No one cares about it.

I loved the way it looked, for once.
The aftermath of rain is beyond bearable at times.

#sun #beautiful #rain #day #sky #rainbow #early

Mar 2016 Day

Mosaic

Mar 2016 Day

Lost

Mosaic

My life
Is like
A mosaic.

Shattered pieces
Fit together,
In hopes
To look
Beautiful.

I could relate to the project we're doing in my art class.

#short #broken #sad #beautiful #art #sweet #shattered #pieces #artwork #mosaic

Mar 2016 Day

twisting

Mar 2016 Day

strawberry fields

twisting

letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones, and your name is Soul

i struggle a ton with full length poems but thank you all for reading

edit: thank you, sexywiggle, for lighting this poem up

Mar 2016 Day

Books...

Mar 2016 Day

Little Bear

Books...

If you want to know
the way to my heart
give me books
not new books
give me old dog eared ragged tales
give me a portal to another world
where lovers love and poets dream
where your heart breaks
and is made anew
with every turn of the page

give me a stepping stone into paradise
were every sunset and sunrise
is written within a paragraph
making my eyes shine
with it's reflection through the page
let me be transported from this world
to another within my mind

give me books that tell tales of adventure
of victory and of courage
where hearts have been broken
and loved and lifted within it's pages
were tears have blurred the ink
and I add my own to their count

give me books that smell of sweet vanilla
and almonds
whose pages are yellowed with time
of centuries past

And I will cherish them
I will hold them to my chest
as if it were the only love I deserve
I will keep them safely under my pillow
and they will be as your love for me
a love that keeps me awake at night
as it helps me to sleep

give me books
and I will
love you forever.

Mar 2016 Day

43.

Mar 2016 Day

Julia Mae

43.

i thought a lot how you said,
"go die
and i won't go
to your funeral"
and how it doesn't even matter
but i always had this vision
of you standing over my casket
sobbing uncontrollably
gross, heavy, unable to breathe sobbing
as you hold my cold, dead body
wishing for me to be alive once more
wishing to see my eyes you always called coffee-colored, open
now i know
that that will only ever
remain a vision
never a reality
you said,
"go die"
and i know that you meant it

you said if i killed myself you wouldn't come to my funeral and i believe you.

#love #suicide #sad #dying #depression #sadness #death #you #funeral

Mar 2016 Day

Open Arms

Mar 2016 Day

TheChosenOne

Open Arms

In the form of a basic poem, I do write
Asking all whom this do read,
To take a small moment to type,
A specific message to me.

I ask that in this note you send
You tell me what troubles you.
For don't despair, it's not the end,
I truly care for each of you.

I care for the depressed teen,
Contemplating "doing it."
I reach out to the drama queen,
Who just wants to quit.

I care for the "mighty ****"
Who goes home and sobs in the pillow.
I see the one whom all do mock,
And who's confidence is shallow.

I care for the single father,
Who just lost his job.
I hear the cries of his daughter,
Who just wants her daddy.

I've seen you all for far too long,
Without letting you know
I'm here! I care! They're wrong!

There is someone out there
Who'll listen! Who'll comfort!
Trust me, I see your tears!
And my arms are open.

Talk to me, if just to vent at the world
And I'll respond to your anguish.
I may not be able to take away all the pain,
But I can bear some of its weight for you.

My. Arms. Are. Open.

#You'reNotAlone #OpenArms #HereForYou