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I stubbed a toe today
It brought back unwanted memories
Intense, unguarded, pain shot through me
Like a lightening bolt
A bolt from the blue.

Unpleasant sensory and emotional experience
Transferred themselves to a stubbed toe.
I withdrew my toe
I withdrew myself
I boxed up the pain again.
© JLB
 Aug 2015 Becca DeMateo
Nicole
Pain
 Aug 2015 Becca DeMateo
Nicole
Quietly crying,
slowly dying,
this pain
is horrifying.
-ing (I did it singing)
I wanted to drink away pain, instead it drank me.
10 words
 Aug 2015 Becca DeMateo
Gregg
Pain
 Aug 2015 Becca DeMateo
Gregg
Sleep, I've forgotten what that feels like.
Counting the minutes to each new sunrise
Whilst watching the days get shorter
Medicating the pain into the background

Eyes open, each movement screams awake
A thousand needles move under the skin
Weaving this tapestry of flesh and bone
An endless picture of what I've become

Shaking under the strain, the cracks appear
Small, too small to notice darkness creeping
Eroding the wall that holds back the dog
Waiting to charge, waiting to bite

Weeks pass as moments when the pain fades
But like an unwanted guest, refuses to leave
Reminding me that this is not over
Invading my dreams and crushing my will
Pluck a feather from a dead bird
Lost in the middle of the road
There's no place left to run to
There's no where else to go
Map a trail up to heaven
While burning down our homes
And when we get there
If its just a field of dead flowers
And a pile of angels bones
We'll have to hope for something better
Inside our own souls
And that dead bird has found its nest
Hiding in the middle of the road
They fell in love with the thought of being in love
I miss the stars
The way they used
To shine over my house.
I could lay out there for hours
Making up constellations
wishing for better days.

But alas
my wishes came true
in a city without stars,
And I'm making up constellations
From the freckles on your skin.

The hours are now spent
lying with you
Under a dark sky.
Yes I still miss the stars
But there's beauty in
Orlando Lights
on paper this looks so pretty, it made an oval :(
No one really can understand me
I just want to be me and free
I'm not hurt , I can't feel any pain
But the memories of pain will always remain

I laugh and smile , but secretly cry
In the middle of crowd , there I lie
My eyes may wet but my heart will never
It will always be dry even forever
It gets easier to recognize your demons when you're alone again.
 Aug 2015 Becca DeMateo
The voice
Somethings are hard to explain
The pain is to deep
The words are to confusing
They are to hard to say

It is hard to explain how you love
The deepness of how much it costs
The confusion of the best approach
Saying only what needs to be said

It is hard to tell the difference
Between someone you loved
And someone who loved you
Because you were close to both

It is hard to understand that they are right
And hard to tell them when they are not
It is hard to live and not be able to do something
And its hard when you get the courage to do so
These words may not make sense
But if you have ever felt like you wanted to hate someone but were never able too, then this is you thinking behind the scenes
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