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 Feb 2016
Maple Mathers
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Promise after promise
Fell into my head
I carried them with me,
I took them to bed

So hopeful, I waited;
To hold your forever
Intentions negated
This jaded endeavor

Yet, lies soon took shape
And doubt would take hold
Your dormant coercion
Cementing the mold.

You never came through
You never came back
The woodchips, they faded
The bracelets, I lacked

Trapped under my instincts
My innocence, vanished
The moon was relinquished
My purity, famished

Young as I was
I’ll never forget
The impact you left me;
Your stark epithet. . .

You took something good,
You found something pure
My will cut in half
Rose white, and demure.


The root of my psyche
You’ve yet to discern,
Who plundered my childhood;
My chastity, burned.

Existence forgotten;
Defined from within
I’ll never evade you
You’re etched in my skin.

Scar after scar
Fell into my arm
Your ink swam my bloodstream
Your slander, your charm

I swindled the rabbit
And powdered my nose
Freefalling in choices
Defining your prose.

With tasty white pills,
A hand in my throat
A liver that’s grilled;
The bible I quote.

With no one on earth
To save me from me
I sampled the bottle
From under our tree.

I cannot begin
Nor pretend to describe
What happened to Maple,
Who am I inside?

The loneliest girl
In the entire world
The events I’d mistaken
The chastity; hurled


All that I know
And all that I think;
Is this monster within me
Was born in a blink

But who’d tune in now?
The opinions are set.
My mind is jay walking
The lines of regret.

The holes in my person
The doubt I can’t sever;
My husk of normalcy
Braving the weather. . .

For what you don’t know
Is what you can’t nurse
Assumptions you draw
Are making me worse.

Conclusions concocted
Your story, enhanced
My path interrupted
Dismissed by a glance.

So I’ll say goodbye;
There’s no seeds to sew
For this is my truth. . .
Confession bestowed.

Still treading his words
That flood to the brink;
Harassed, used, and left
In less than a BLINK.
To Moses,                                                           
When I was fourteen you told me
You’d never leave me.                      
Yet, it’s been twenty years;                 
My pockets are still filled    
With woodchips.                            



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
 Feb 2016
Maple Mathers

Far away
I’ll go to hide
The proof may be rampant
But the evidence, lies

I’ll leave no hint
Say no goodbyes
To search for my body
Would not be wise

The grotesque state
I may be in
Would do no justice
For your skin

I’ll disappear
In reference to
This ****** up state
Comprised by you

So only you
Will realize this
Is a demise
You will not miss

And when I’m gone
You’ll grow to know
I went unnoticed
Head to toe.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)


"IF THE PAPER WASN’T LIMITED I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN YOU UNTIL MY HANDS BLED."
- M. C. B.
 Jan 2016
Thomas P Owens Sr
voice calls gently in the night
dreams awaken lucid flight
gazing from Orion's shore
Angels open Heaven's door
shadows cross the face of Mars
lovers count the falling stars
Sun evokes a gentle breath
to mark another twilight's death
awaken dreamer to morning's light
dreams rest silent til birth of night
 Jan 2016
Jake muler
Pitter patter, my eyes are getting sleepy. Think a good sleep will do, why am I writing. Why am I awake? I think this brains sleepwalking for me. Jake's not even here. Or is he? Ive passed the sleep stage. I've entered\zombie mode. Maybe I'm a zombie. But if im a zombie, why do I want funyuns, don't zombies like blood thirsting things, like chicken or turkey.
 Dec 2015
soyun
The girl stared at them silently,
                her eyes and nose running.
"Why can't it be me?"
        she whispered bleeding.
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
I listen to all
yet follow few
tall or small
whatever the feud

I am an equalizer
the teller of truth
but when it comes to my own
believe me when I say
I'm just as lost as you
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
I welcome the dark with open arms
along with that familiar feeling
the loneliness never bothered me anyway
I'm ready to let this go
no one can hurt you
when no ones around at all

I welcome nothing
but emptiness and dead, cold silence
step back from my grave
this is my home

born here
and I'm never gonna leave.
I'm ready to let this go
the loneliness never bothered me anyways
Used a line from frozen
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
She sat alone
hair covered her blue, blue eyes
she stared out into the dark
like she could see something
that no one else could see.
with each step forward, another petal
fell
from her rose.
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
i will
he assured her
I'd hate to see you hurt
nothing ever hurts me
he told her
believe me*
I believe you*
she did too.
she believed him
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
If I were to travel
around the world
would you believe then
any of my words?
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
Why reveal desire
when fire
could keep you sane

why reveal sorrow
when ice can stop tomorrow

why reveal a dream
when a nightmare
is so much closer to the truth

why reveal hope
when regret last forever

why reveal anything
when people care about nothing
 Dec 2015
Fucking tired
Its funny
how we make fun of everything.
the homeless guy down the street,
that odd kid in English class,
that random person that walks by,
clothing we see in the store window,
our friends,
our family,
ourselves.

Ain't it funny
how we poke fun at people
without truly understanding them.
never understanding how
even the dumbest joke
can hurt.

Ain't it funny?
yes
yes it is
until laughter
turns to tears
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