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 Sep 2015 Crooked Youth
Aeerdna
There’s something that makes me spend
more and more time in my room.
It is a dark place,
the lights never get through the window,
there are monsters under the bed,
but they never sleep.

People are not allowed in my room
they can’t even knock at the door;
Some of them know it,
they just let me be alone.
—or maybe they just don’t care—
But sometimes new people arrive in my world,
they try to save me
so they just come in.
And that’s when I hurt them.
And then the monsters make me lock the door,
light a small candle
and read from the book where the pain
writes poems every day,
while they show me pictures of all the people I've hurt,
of everything I've destroyed.

And then my entire being starts screaming, mad at me,
until I shatter and pieces of me cover the floor.
After that comes the silence.


You don't know  how afraid I am
of silent, dark nights
how something just makes me go in there
every time I start feeling
love.

And I wish I could let people in
without hurting them.

But I can't.

So please, don't come in
don't even knock.
Don't try to save me.

There are monsters in my room
and I am the worst of them.
There's courage in me I just can't recall
A pride that is floating me in the sky so high
So I'm chopping my wings cause I'm trying to fall
I know a hard ground will but make me cry
I might lose my feet and it might do to crawl
Yet it does me no service if I don't try
I lose nothing, and I gain nothing at all
It might help, it might help to fall
Snow Dancers

Snow Dancers in the clean crisp air
Falls fancy free on every rooftop, and tree
In snow drifts and window panes
Beholding its purity while making snow mine
The innocence of a child like spirit
As the cares of this world flee away
Bringing laughter, peace, and joy
All over the world again

© Bernice Mendoza, 8 years ago
Imagine gliding on the river in a canoe,
Think, do you have as much faith in the canoe, as you?

Absorbing the beautiful scenery around,
But so vulnerable, your feet can't touch the ground.

Realizing that life really takes,
Balance, and that it creates..

Something with overwhelming possibilities.
The substance, with complete tranquility.

Life with absolutely no hostilities,
And everything is to the best of your ability.
 Sep 2015 Crooked Youth
dan
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 Sep 2015 Crooked Youth
dan
day by day
it gets harder to breathe
on my bed i lay
gasping for air
lungs tightening
choked by memories
regrets and a shattered heart
Beholding the Stone

All is held in a stone
The shining glistering light
Picked up by a child
Hoping in a dream
Never doubting
Stone kept in treasure boxes
Jewels of the innocent
Found in obscure places
Walked over by Kings
A sign of hope, wealth
and prosperity
Holding the mysteries
Of the ancient times
Where life seem to stop
All around the world
The stone sits still
And fading memory returns
Beholding the beauty
Of truth, justice, and judgment
Can't save a cowboy
    When he's made of solid sin
Can't save the planet
     Even faster now we spin
Can't save the homeless
     They keep shittin' with their grins
Can't be afraid of it
     A cowboy just takes aim at it

So I'll smile an easy smile
Smile, smile, smile
an easy smile

Temperature yesterday, chili after ten
There is way too much blue rain falling in the ocean
Too much elbow rubbing, bedbugs and disease
I want to clear my mind, I put it at ease

And I'll smile an easy smile
Smile, smile, smile
an easy smile

I loved it all so glad you came to visit
Just wish the springs will work if you can come in
It's anything to please you, won't you please now bring your own stool
If you want to come in to sit


  
And split an easy smile
Smile, smile, smile
an easy smile
We are lost humans, with lost  minds, lost souls, lost hearts. We are the generation lost. Lost in anyway. Lost in the world, with perfectly running brains we don't use. Lost love, lost lovers.The product: lost children.
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