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Jul 2017 · 328
Untitled
Detached Dreamer Jul 2017
Her words were sweet melancholy
Sep 2016 · 352
Untitled
Detached Dreamer Sep 2016
She sealed her fate in a written word
Singing of a poets undying love
He laughed,
And ran his fingers across their blue-inked stories
Enjoying the gift of his beloved writer.
Sep 2016 · 369
Intimacy
Detached Dreamer Sep 2016
I felt our hearts beat together in rapid unison.
Our hands,
his hot and mine cold
Wrapped together
Fingers interlinked
Woven tightly
As if we were afraid
Of coming undone.
Detached Dreamer Apr 2016
He says I am colourless and uncaring.
A fleeting passage, dog-eared and left upon the mounting dust of a bookshelf. He says he will re-visit me later. That he will always savour the taste of my words as they settle sweetly upon chapped lips. But when blood blossoms upon my torn pages and stories are lost beneath scarlet ink. Still, he does not come back to see me.
And maybe that's for the best
Apr 2016 · 331
Soulmates
Detached Dreamer Apr 2016
I hope you are in my next life,
And the one after that
Because even when we are different beings,
With different names
And different features
You will always be my favourite soul.
Apr 2016 · 557
Homeless
Detached Dreamer Apr 2016
My first country
shook with vigor
Collided with the thrashing sea
I stayed because it was all I knew
I stayed because it was home
Mar 2016 · 320
Creativity
Detached Dreamer Mar 2016
His hands brushed across the open air. He sighed, letting his lungs fill with the night.

"The earth will be my canvas, so long as the sky is eternal."

And so he fell into the darkness,
Until he became a cluster of stars.
The masterpiece he sought.
Mar 2016 · 390
Oceans daughter
Detached Dreamer Mar 2016
Oceans daughter
Knew nothing of sorrow
For her tears felt like home
Jan 2016 · 401
Your Love Was Killing Me
Detached Dreamer Jan 2016
I found it so beautiful
The way you placed a barrel
In-between my eyes.
Told me your love for me
Was powerful
As you squeezed the trigger
And I whispered
"I Love You Too"
Dec 2015 · 473
Love yourself
Detached Dreamer Dec 2015
Love your skin
Laced with scars
Forgive your bruises and kiss every mark
Be gentle when they start to heal
Like rain after drought
Let yourself feel
Healing is important. Make sure you're good to yourself while doing so.
Dec 2015 · 565
His Eyes
Detached Dreamer Dec 2015
His eyes were like honey
She yearned for something sweet
Dec 2015 · 391
Untitled
Detached Dreamer Dec 2015
I think I knew
You were the one
When I bowed my head in prayer
And you were the only name
I wanted God to hear.
Dec 2015 · 375
The Fallen Leaf
Detached Dreamer Dec 2015
I learned from autumn leaves
to let go without fear

That there is something painfully beautiful
in falling apart

And if I were to accept the things
I could not control

The wind has promised
to carry me there gently.
Nov 2015 · 724
Untitled
Detached Dreamer Nov 2015
How can you tell me
That you are in love with me?
So Hopelessly
Irreversibly
Undeniably
In love with me
When I cannot even stand myself

-Loathing
Nov 2015 · 593
Insecure
Detached Dreamer Nov 2015
I fear that one day you will see me the way I see myself
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Art
Detached Dreamer Nov 2015
Art
Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art

You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others

You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw

You are not art

You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence

You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue

You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter

No, you are not art
You are so much more
Nov 2015 · 1.0k
Don't look too long
Detached Dreamer Nov 2015
When you look into my eyes, do you see the damage?
Nov 2015 · 448
Autumn Love
Detached Dreamer Nov 2015
It was greens and golds
Orange flames and Brown mud
it was the in-between of holding
and letting go.


It was death
and it was so beautiful
Oct 2015 · 531
Narcissus
Detached Dreamer Oct 2015
A hunter gazed longingly
at the only love he would ever know.
A beauty so selfish,
the river could not bear to hold its reflection.

Oh lovely narcissus,
How I wish I could have saved you
From yourself.
Oct 2015 · 414
4am
Detached Dreamer Oct 2015
4am
Say it like it is sweetheart,
be the whipping heat of
your own sandstorm.

Take a deep breath
and let the lies scrape your skin raw,
from the inside out,
just like his mouth,
at the nape of your blistered neck.

Tie the string of black cherry stems
with a skillful tongue,
and bound wrists,
staining your ****** dress
with the hungry fingerprints
of a boy who did not deserve
Your first kiss

Lie awake with a whispered prayer
choking the night air
and realize that even if the omnipotent man upstairs
can turn the other cheek
that you are far from forgiving
your own mistakes.
I don't know anymore.
Oct 2015 · 833
I was once a garden
Detached Dreamer Oct 2015
He didn't like the flowers
that sprouted beneath my collarbone.

He hated the red oak
and the fruit that I'd grown.

So I plucked every petal,
brought sheers to my throat
No longer my haven,
I was a garden of smoke.

Now he holds my wilted pieces
with a face of disgust
and decides an empty garden
is just too much fuss.
Oct 2015 · 727
Let Us Pray
Detached Dreamer Oct 2015
I pray to God that karma is real
and that you feel

Every single thing you've done to me.
Ten fold.


*Amen
Oct 2015 · 548
Little Girl
Detached Dreamer Oct 2015
Little girl with moonlit hair
How do you stay soft
With all the scars that you bare?

She smiled knowingly,
"These marks will soon fade"
But they'll never forget
the love that I gave
Sep 2015 · 845
Fallen
Detached Dreamer Sep 2015
I tasted sin for the first time
On lips so full of lust.
Now heaven shall not take me back

For I crave the devils touch.
Sep 2015 · 907
She Moved On
Detached Dreamer Sep 2015
She lay atop hills of green
Watching strings of soft silk
Behind sun kissed lids

That's how he found her;
With violets entwined through ebony locks
Giggling at her first real taste of freedom
Trying to find myself again
Sep 2015 · 471
Lullaby
Detached Dreamer Sep 2015
She loved being lulled to sleep
By the gentle thrum of his heartbeat
Detached Dreamer Sep 2015
Do not let the faces fool you.
Every bump in the night,
May be the cruel figments of your mind
Hoping to ignite the illusion
of utter insanity.

Do not for one second
Believe in the spine-chilling moans
that seem to leak from every unsightly crevice
of your disfigured thoughts.  

Do not allow yourself
To slip from the serrated edge of sanity,
Even for a fleeting moment.
For the comfort is short-lived,
And the ***** is endless.

Do not stare too long
At the scorched bodies of men,
Contorted into the soot covered demons
That will unfailingly materialize
In your loneliness.

Do not take the threats,
Which echo in the
Impenetrable darkness,
lightly.
They are the fabrication
of your own self destruction.

Do not think
They won’t bury you alive,
Every chance they get.
Leaving the decaying scent
of wilting roses atop the mounds of dirt.
Where they will scrawl your name in haste
across a grimy tombstone.

Do net let
The voices sway you into madness.
For they will play your vulnerability
with the fingers of a skilled harpist.
Leaving you so intoxicated
with the sweet melody
that you will believe you asked for
your own demise.


Do not forget the flimsy nature
of your deteriorating mind,
when appealing whispers
begin to ring in your ears.
They are merely hoping
to glimpse your downfall.


Remember,
not to let them get the best of you.
that if you find anything salvageable
In the chaos inside your head,
or the tsunami inside your heart.
Grasp onto the little beam of hope,
and begin putting yourself
back together.
Sep 2015 · 507
Cold Shoulder
Detached Dreamer Sep 2015
Ten,
He casts his eyes down quickly,
but not before you catch
the soft liquid-gold
turn to solid ice.

Nine,
Taste the bitter apology on
your quivering lip.
Bite down.
Let it bleed.
Just don't let him see you
fall apart.

Eight,
Pick up a book
and feign indifference,
while he does the same.
Do not cry.
Do not speak.
Do not let him see
how much he is hurting you.

Seven,
glance up at him,
and try to catch his eye.
Wonder for the hundredth time
what you did wrong.

Six,
Hang up
When you begin to dig
your nails into the flesh of your hands.
Find the old orange lighter
you save for birthday candles.
Let the flames lick across your skin in brilliant color.
Anything to stay warm.

Five,
Count the seconds by the chattering of your teeth.
Wrap your frail arms around your trembling torso.

Four,
Stare back at the tear-streaked face in the mirror.
Hypnotized by blood shot eyes
and scorched veins.

Three,
Grip the dull blade,
in your mangled hand.
Paint poetry
in scarlet ink.
Between pieces of broken skin.

Two,
Squirm at the discomfort
of lacerated wrists.
Feel the hatred metastasize,
for every place he looked at you
in disgust.

One,
Remember the time
you told him
you hate the cold.
Jul 2015 · 1.2k
But Mom, He Never Hit Me
Detached Dreamer Jul 2015
It was once a hand held out to you
leaking venom and broken promises
he smiled, said "Take it"
I can take care of you

Did you believe it
even when your wrists dripped
the color of your own self-destruction?

When Be Mine
became less edible ink
on Valentine candy
and more invisible shackles
disguised as the bangles
he tightened around you
to hide the scars.

When You are so easy to manipulate
started sounding like,
"You are so easy to love"

and you let the words morph into something beautiful,
because you so badly wanted to believe in the lie.

When you begin to tell yourself
that He never hit me
was the same as He never hurt me

And you start to wonder how
He broke you so gently.
Emotional abuse is just as bad...
Jun 2015 · 707
Why are you sorry?
Detached Dreamer Jun 2015
She apologized for
the embers he left
in her mind

and for every singed lock of hair
She dropped to her knees
and begged for forgiveness

She said sorry
for protecting the tatters
of her heart

For the shaking earthquake
her hands had become
and for wrapping her arms
tightly around her torso

She regretted trying to hold
her crumbling frame together
When he was not finished with her yet
Jun 2015 · 337
Pain and Pleasure
Detached Dreamer Jun 2015
Scream*
Cry
Cut
Starve
Binge
Purge

Any other pain will do
just make it stop
May 2015 · 360
Creative Control
Detached Dreamer May 2015
I step a little too close to the edge
Ignore the blaring horns
and the memory of your lectures.
Because maybe today
I want to be a little reckless

Ponder over the uncontrollable.
My fertility
My instability
I can easily be replaced if I don't work
The way you want me to

Take your health in your hands.
Your  curves are sweet,
but they won't be attractive in bed.
So I'll cut the calories today
and have you spoon feed me
My flaws.

I need you to tell me
what I did wrong
So dig up every gnawing fear of mine
and give it life inside
my shrinking shell

Squeeze me
Just a little too tight
and tell me:

"Hold your head up high babe"

*but just don't forget
who owns you
May 2015 · 1.0k
Wishful Thinking
Detached Dreamer May 2015
I wish someone had told me
he was just a silly child
an empty vessel of a man
a selfish psychopath
a boy blinded by love
who lusted for control
who craved every bloodied part of me

I wish I could tell him
that the thought of his touch
makes me feel ill
makes me feel *****
makes me feel naked

I wish he had loved me properly
from the beginning
the way a man should
with tender kisses and
even softer words

I wish I had left him
10 days in
3 weeks in
when he said "I love you"
when he hung up the phone
when I hung up the phone
when I forgot how to laugh
when I had my first anxiety attack
or the second one
or the third

*I wish I didn't love him
.......But I do
May 2015 · 276
Untitled
Detached Dreamer May 2015
He said he liked Red

I prefer Green

We clashed in more ways than one
May 2015 · 334
Stay Down
Detached Dreamer May 2015
I'm terrified
to get up again

The floor
is so much
*safer
Apr 2015 · 545
Repitition
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
I didn't want to be
like my mother's, mother

The one who took the slaps in silence
wore the bruises like tattoos

Swallowed the bitter medicine
of her husbands unfaithful affairs

I didn't want to be
the obedient housewife

the one that carried fear and love in her apron
and often got the two confused  

I didn't want to end up that way
Cutting a smile onto my face

stitching each apology into my skin
to keep count

*I didn't want to end up this way
We fear the things we can't control
Apr 2015 · 397
The Rain Dance
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
Clusters of neon feathers
Brightly lit by the suns early
Fire
Raven hair and russet skin
Dancing
Upon the pigmented cloth of men
Apr 2015 · 459
Daytime High
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
The comforting warmth of the midday heat
thawing frost of long dreary winters
Sleeping lazily atop the familiar friction of sand
glistening against the reflection of the waters light

Though now

the pounding rays and sweltering sun
leave us gasping on the roads narrow edge

The evening lights thrumming
with the lively beat of late night walkers
who have fallen off the face of the Earth

Silencing the euphoric rhythm



Spluttering hearts in irregular thumps
stealing secret moments in the shadow of the swaying palm trees
electricity buzzing through salty air

Now gazes no longer linger
and sweet words turn into limp and lifeless love


The ecstasy of jarring metal as it makes its plunge

D
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Cold metal seeping through bare skin
adrenaline blurring my vision

Dizziness dissolves like liquid
Consuming me with feelings of

                                          *Disdain
Apr 2015 · 402
Secrets of the Night
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
The gentle rustle of silken curtains
darkness envelops its ****** fibers
Tiny tendrils caress broken skin
and veins freeze over to smokey chills

A monstrous outline looms over
Limp children
Nestled under heavy quilts
Apr 2015 · 4.2k
Damaged Goods
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
If you touch me, I may

Shatter

The wind can knock me down

Your words will tear my

Flesh

Yet I won't make a sound

So darling, caress me

Gently

and beware of broken skin

For the pieces that you see
are where you must begin
Apr 2015 · 327
In the Early Hours
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
I reached for salvation at 3 am
Embracing the cool morning sky

In a world still enveloped by drowsy slumber

With only the birds to sing along
to my morning prayer
Apr 2015 · 379
Every Time
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
I kissed you at the waters edge
You painted blue upon my flesh

I took your toxic hands in mine
Drank your poison every time

Drag me down, don't let me breath
Fill my lungs so I can't leave

Your love is sharp, a pointed blade
Scarlet scars, not fast to fade
Apr 2015 · 365
Just Float
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
Be buoyant
And learn to float without the struggle
Let the waves devour your fear
Let the salt burn your wounds
And come to appreciate
The beauty of a storm

— The End —