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cress Dec 2018

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Now I met Wisdom, she was just as I expected her to be. Cold and broken, trembling because of what she knew Truth held.

cress Aug 2018

I'm not in pain anymore,
not the same pain I was in.
it's different somehow,
like I'm homesick for a home,
that was never mine.
I never belonged here,
knew that much for far too long,
far too young.
now as I sit on my bed,
trying to feel the pain of two years ago,
I realize it's what's keeping me alive.
this undiscovered hatred for everything you all did,
the seething rage of what I've become,
it's what I make myself feel.

because pain lasts.

now as I pull the covers over my head,
moonlight showering this room,
in this house,
I understand it all.
the smiles I flash may be real,
but in the truth of the night,
in this sense of forgotten feeling,
it's all I can do to stay awake,

because anything is better than feeling numb.

cress Mar 2018

How to Live Forever

She had the soul of a poet,
And a mind of a philosophe.
A love for all,
Yet reserved for one.
A brain that processed too logically,
And a heart that felt it all.
She was an anomaly,
A contradiction.
A bundle of confusion, even for her.
All she wanted was to make sense,
A place in the universe she so desperately loved;
But never seemed to realize that the stars shone brighter
When she wrote of them,
And the crowds were silenced in her head,
by the everlasting verses, she stitched up
But never remembered;
Her voice stood out in its quiet resilience.
And although the world moved on,
She never did;
Because she focused too much on her place in the world
Rather than a grave to dig.

cress Mar 2018

Men With Minds Like Yours

Another night with you friends,
Consuming liquid courage,
Watching women where they bend,
Wanting flowers to flourish;

And though you know their hearts beat,
With the spark of a flame,
You drag them around, like meat,
And leave them with unjust shame;

Of course, you think it's hotter
And of course, you feel the rush,
Until it’s your own daughter,
With a heart that had been crushed!

You try to blame the game,
While she’s bawling on the floor,
Until there’s no one left to blame,
But men with minds like yours.’

cress Feb 2018

My Forbidden Fruit

Why is it that my loss has to be your gain?
Like it no longer mattered to feel blissful dopamine but rather a sinful ecstasy,
Why are your words no longer my moon and stars, but now my whiskey and tears?
the glaze in my eyes prove I’m no longer sane,
Words like aloe now begin to cloud my brain,
confident in only my confusion while no solution,
presents itself with wings that are probably sprained,
in the melodies, we created a symphony,
that has sadly weakened to a flute, and I would try again,
if our pianissimo didn’t translate to mute,
so I will bid my farewells with a tear in my eye,
As I remember our bond for the very last time,
A lifetime polluted by the hands of an ungrateful brute,
goodbye forever, my forbidden fruit.

cress Feb 2018

A Poem to my Demon

You saw what I could do,
The power that I wield,
With a pen in my hand,
And a sonnet as my shield;
The fluidity of my words,
Reserved for souls to heal,
So you surrendered for peace,
On this eternal battlefield;
You kissed my ring,
And then my lips,
You invaded my thoughts,
And now the world is in eclipse;
You stole my legacy,
And left but a thread,
Of what used to be my defense,
For a paper crown on your head;
You lulled me to a trance,
And claimed it was the moon,
But I reckon you wouldn’t think,
That I’d break out of it so soon;
Despite what you’ve heard,
My brain has an armory,
So I’ll use my favorite pen,
To slash all your arteries;
You saw what I could do,
The power that I wield,
With a pen in my hand,
Your sins will be unsealed.

— The End —