No one ached when I died
On a dusty August morning in the swelter of the sun
They buried me in blue jeans and my coffin had a crack
A chip along the edges matched the blood along the tracks
Family preceded me; there was no one left to cry
But a single solemn woman, hidden in the back
Shed a single shiny tear; and only one to be exact
No waterfalls or bowing heads, no crowd to see me go
No burning candle vigils and no midnight serenade
I marched the gates of life and death, alone but unafraid
No one ached when I died
No questions or suspicions from the folks around the town
There were no weeping faces or a grand old death parade
Just a digger and a preacher; lowered slowly in the grave
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.
When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.
If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.
But most people don’t see it.
Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.
The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
I'm watching my every single step
I'm careful not to stumble and fall
One stone on the road
could lead to a landslide
And one broken bone
could ruin it all
I'm watching my every single move
I'm careful not to scare you away
The faintest blow
could lead to a hurricane
And one wrong word
could be the last thing I say.
your name is
or in my heart
i think about
i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober
i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Father, I know you have seen my name on the news.
They’ll never catch me alive, I’d rather die than lose.
Mother, please, don’t cry. To find who I am and not lose my mind;
I had to start over and leave all of y’all behind.
Brother, you’re smart and talented, you’re stubborn too.
That’s what I adored the most about you
Middle sister, I know you’re worried about me but I am fine.
Give my niece a hug from me, I’ll come to visit sometime
Big sister, I know this is what you warned me about, but please try to see
He’s not the bad guy here, he pulled the trigger but the plans were on me.
~A.S. 19.05.21 ~
We used to talk every weekend
Now I'm drinking and smoking til the week ends
It doesn't make sense
Cause back then we were bestfriends
You were the one,
I would tell everything too
Now we can't be in the same room
One wrong move..
Everything goes boom!
You were a bomb strapped to my chest
I gave you my best
but the clock was ticking
I didn't know it
I didn't know yet
Til the bomb went
You blew me to bits
Surrounded by fumes of what could've been.
I sit here and think
what did I do
Like the problems not you.
I reminisce on the nights
When we unite and write
Stunning songs with our artistic lips
Secluded in the studio booth
Our bodies so soothingly moving
And losing it to the heavenly
Sound of our voices in concordance
Our eyes glistening like downtown
Streetlights, upbeat heat, hypnotized minds
Our worlds thrillingly traversing
In rousing reverberation, feeling like
An ocean of waves oscillating
In exhilaration, creating indefinite
Enchantment with the meshing of our flesh
Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes?
Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky?
Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again?
Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns?
Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t?
Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.
"Flowers are love's truest language"
– Søren Kierkegaard
My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7
it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth
the only questions i come to now
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind
like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors
i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes
it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything
but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time