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cheep paint chipping from your nails
makes shapes like animals
reminding us why were here
birds on telephone wires
make silhouette in your windows
create create destroy
create destroy create
oil paintings painted from memory's
that never really happened
because when you draw from what you know
you find depth you never knew existed
i once had some oatmeal that was so bland it only brought up pictures of cardboard and parchment.
its amazing what a little brown sugar and raisins can do…
 Oct 2013 Becca DeMateo
Leira
When I came to visit you
You were still writing in that notebook
And when you looked up
A hopeful gaze, a trusting embrace
I sat down beside you
It almost hurt to do so
We hadn't talked in so long
But you were always busy with your new theories
Always figuring something out
You continued to scribble on
As if I wasn't there
But then stopped abruptly
You twisted the pen this way and that
Before you pointed at my hand over and over again
I looked down at the band that encircled my finger
You should have known I would've moved on
I could see the questions swirling in that mind of yours
So I told you the story
We met my first year of college
He was Mr. Nice
The kind of guy who still had manners
Who opened the door for a woman
He was smart and sweet and there
He focused on what was important
It was our junior year when he asked me to marry him
I told him yes
I would marry him
I noticed at this point you went back to writing
You had tuned me out
I came all this way to visit you
And you couldn't stop writing for a minute
So I grabbed your pen and threw it somewhere far away
I grasped your arm and told you to listen to what I had to say
Your blues eyes stared wide-eyed into mine
I sighed, knowing you were upset
I would probably regret that
But I wanted you to listen
Because you never do
I told him yes
Do you not get that
I told him yes
Yes, yes, do you not understand
What that means?
You turned and looked at me with such anger
And for a moment I was glad
You felt something inside come alive
Something you couldn't quite explain
A formula that didn't exist in that pen and pad
Yeah, I understand perfectly
You said
No, you don’t
You looked away
And threw your pad to the side
As you drew your hands together, clenched and tight
I don’t know what you want me to get
To understand
You whispered
Trying to calm down
I said yes
—I get that
You said "yes" I understand
—No you don’t
I said yes, which means I gave up you
I gave up the opportunity to be with you
Because I loved you
And you never saw that
You never looked past that stupid pen and pad
So I said yes to someone who would
Who would love me in all aspects
Treat with me respect
I said yes to that
You reached over and grabbed my hand
I closed my eyes
Warmth flooded in
Tears were flowing down
And I didn't have the strength
To pull away
To leave
Because you still made me feel
Something I never can feel with him
So I open my eyes and whisper in the dawning light
Tell me you love me
Say you love me too
Because I know you do
You can’t explain it
And that kills you
Because you want so badly to
You don’t understand what's happening
How you’re feeling
There’s no formula
No equation, just your heart
Not your mind, so say it
I need to hear it
Please, tell me
*Say you love me too
Part II
 Oct 2013 Becca DeMateo
CMT
How did such a destructive force
force my hands to create?
The light falls all around me,
To the ground, there is no sound.

I stand tall, illuminated and glowing with brilliance.
People all around me, and I am kept rooted through the connections I have found.

Clarity and peace woven through my inner being;
Imagining serenity and a smile finds me.

Just then, the light fades to green.
I put it in my pocket and take it everywhere with me.
prince of my body
my mind
my all

you speak
(hardly)
and i
just
don't
get
it

please
repeat
rinse
wash
repeat
please

clean me out
my demons
fight
with
yours
they don't behave
and i
have
no
say

(just
like
you)

nausea
of my brain
nausea
of every crevice
it can find
on my
broken
imperfect
body

prince of my body
my mind
my all
please be kind
please clean me
please
please
rinse
wash
repeat
 Oct 2013 Becca DeMateo
Jamie
As I look above
The drops hit my eyes
It could of been a second
It could of been a day
Motionless I stood

Time stopped in that moment
My problems didn't go
I saw it all
It had a face
I saw it from a different view
These words, the illusion...
Coherrent with a hit of color fusion
Slowly killing me, but ****, does it feel good to be usin'
From the looks of it, it's Hannah Eich against the world at large
Making myself a new path for others to follow 'cause I take charge
Just call me a druggie, burntout hippie if you please
That's a part of who I am, it's inside of me
It's what I breathe...it's what I need
A reality that doesn't exist is all my brain likes to eat
Continuing on my journey, barefoot, dragging my feet
All my movements are illustrated by the beats
I wandered lonely as a cloud
There but partly transparent
People don't take much time to look at me
I merely exist
Expected to always to be there when you turn to me
Look like all the others from one glance
But take time to spend with me and you'll see
I'm different
I disappear into a dark black hole
A place to hide
A soft appearance, easily hurt
Change form to suit others
Floating along waiting to be seen
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