Don't savor the pain yet reject the hand that tries to help you though I cannot possibly understand what you have been through.  But I see you, I see your pain.  I may not have lived your past but it didn't last and yet we can if you do not push me away so fast.  I just want to listen when you want to talk, hold you when you can't and tell you how the stars got their names.

I'm going tripping you know,
Staggering into the bedroom of terror,
Hell on Earth,
I can't feel the floor,
Tumbled over the footwear,
that's left over there.

Fell over those clothes,
strewn under my nose.
Her smelly old slippers, resembling kippers,
Chucked on the floor just inside the door.
I know I shouldn't oughta,
Share my bedroom with my daughter.
We're both messy.
Piles of shoes,
just yesterdays news.
I nag,
she does too,
all over a collection of shoes and clothing,
Being tidy's not my thing!
(C) Livvi

Come dance with the devil,
hear his violin call,
the soulful beauty of its music,
calling one and all,

Coiling round your soul,
with his slender, twisting arms,
teasing and beguiling,
singing his woeful psalms,

He’s taking his curtain call,
as you gently start to weep,
waiting for the darkness,
your soul is his to keep.

I have this fear ,
So I'm constantly crying.
When someone asks, I'm always lying.
There are some things that can't be understood, so I pretend that they're all good.
People know I'm lying but they keep on smiling.
They don't understand the things that I'm hiding.
But can no one see the problems I face?
When ever I ask them: they say that they will fix them whatever it takes.
I smile and look at them straight in the face
I say: "thank you" and walk back to my fears
Knowing these problem won't ever fade.
No matter what it takes.

And no matter what it breaks.

If we are broken we are mercury
We can never been destroyed
Bury us 6 feet under but
We still *RADIATE

We are all missing something.
We miss a pair of shoes, a lover in our bed, a someone who could have been our future. We miss the way the way he touched you, a holiday that didn't last long enough, a lost earring that would match your outfit. We miss a heart we used to have, a scar that you put there, another that was given to you by someone who never should have touched you. We miss our innocence, the games we used to play as kids. We miss smells of our childhood.
In the end what we miss doesn't matter.
It is still lost.

'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.

When death permeates our mind and soul, we die much before death actually occurs

Don't even bother
You can't save me
You can't even save yourself
Where are you?
I need your help
They are grabbing ahold of me
And they won't let go

You can't hear my screams
My cries for help
Where are you?
I need you
They are dragging me down

I fear what's going on in my mind
What terrible thinks I conjure up
The demons must be proud
For I have fallen
Right Into their hands

Where were you?
I really needed you
But now it's too late
I've already fallen
So save yourself
Before it's too late

I lie here in bed,
hit by a chill.
I know the one,
it brings me still.

Pitch black surrounds,
crowding me whole,
sweats on my brow,
feelings are cold.

My body is solid,
flat as a board,
goosebumps risen,
sounds are scored.

Don't want to move,
my eyes do the most,
What did I see?
Am I seeing ghosts?

Shadows cast images,
up on the wall,
Can't make it out,
starting to fall.

Under the covers,
heart starts to pound.
Senses are scared,
my beliefs are abound.

Scared as hell now,
don't want to believe.
What lurks in the dark?
Is waiting for me.

It's finally gone
and I am still here.
What was that feeling?
That strangled my fear.

How can you not hear my inner voices
and you're that clueless
that I'm already making a mess

Listen to the inaudible scream
look through the window
and find the glint

Lend me your ears,
hear my heart beat?
Hope this won't explode
as it goes to fast mode

My mouth is zipped
as I'm trying to keep
what is safely hidden inside
But the water's
overflowing in the glass
Here I am, trying to wait
for the next bus

But I need to grab the ink
and paste the unwanted feelings
For this is the only way
to grab a rope and not sink*

-A

10/4/14

I am creative, not coordinated.
I am complex, not simplicated.
I am dark, not illuminated.
I am here, not alienated.

I am a now,  a dark, a complex and a creative poet.

Beware if you are afraid of the dark and watch your step as you leave.

Lost my way in these salad days,
started to drown in your salad ways,
this distance keeps me from feeling whole,
causing disparity of the soul,

Cordially invited to share my fate,
you didn't show up,  you were fashionably late,
Id packed my burdens in a trunk of desire,
but you stamped on the embers, put out the fire.

And if credence could talk and was given a face,
it would be my companion in this fall from grace,
but for now I’ll just accept my plight,
take a walk in the shadows, avoiding the light.