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The Mellon Oct 2016
I sleep deprived mumbled my way into a thunderstorm today
The clapping of the thunder and the
Flashing of the lighting
Made music to my ears

The drilling of water pellets upon my self produced a sensation
Of cold validation
That I was human

Up unto today I wasn't sure how to handle the rain
Seems as when it rains it pours

But today I shrugged off a monsoon
Let my clothes get soaked and kept walking

The goal now is not to fall into a puddles.
As said in the title, this is my mind rambling out a poem when I should be sleeping. If you do d significance in the please feel free to drop a coment or send me a message if you would prefer.
Sep 2016 · 614
Love and Pain
The Mellon Sep 2016
My world is a fire of ash and iron
Burning desire and ashen wishes
My ears bleed with the warning siren
As if a hammers kisses'

Punch me in the chest
Breaking threw my sternum
All my verses for her are my best
But the blazing hammer demands I burn them

Charcoal confetti showers us
More than rice ever will
Brand me with our plea of trust
Then to our trust must we ****

Let us vanquish this blaze
Douse our fire under water
Let's think of the many ways
Let it graduate us as its alma mater

Like good students let's learn our lesson
So we don't have to bring eachother pain
Let us look at eachother and count it a blessin
Leave behind our crimson stain

But sooner or later one of us will fall off the deep end
So if not bit by fire
To the deepest depths we descend
Stabbed by our beloved Rose's briar

Into the depths of accusations
We arrive at the same vocation
Needing proper annotation
For a change in our relation
Tune us to a different station
So we can leave this filthy crustacean
Let be heard the deceleration
I'm moving to a different nation
Call it a love vacation
I'm leaving this deformation
This demoralization
This incarnation
But wait

What about desperation
For jubilation
And my reclamation
Of a chance for replication
With Reformation
Maybe a salvation
For our situation
Maybe threw communication
We can fix this obliteration
Of our love
Sep 2016 · 264
Many forms of Love
The Mellon Sep 2016
I love you

Oh look now you did it
She now thinks your
So
Into her!

But you're not.
You grew up with this girl
She is basically your little sister

But society dictates that you are now
In a relationship

Word will get back to your own girlfriend
She will listen to society
All of a sudden nothing you say matters
She is gone

Word gets back to your parents
They kick you out of the house for adultery
No Mennonite family is going to let that happen

As your world falls around you
You realize that you are no longer
Alowed to
Love

Love is such a taboo word
Twisted by societies
Contorted and circus glass reflected view
Of love

The Spanish have it good
They have many ways to express love
Only te amo counting for a spouse

But in America. Home of the rash and quick to judge, we have one phrase

One phrase to cover them
One phrase for them
One phrase for them all and in ignorance confine them.
Maybe someday I can tell my friends I love them
Sadly I fear that day means we all learnt Spanish
Sep 2016 · 208
Speak Love
The Mellon Sep 2016
If threw love i can not speak
Then put me on mute

I have spoken word
Elegance of poetic imperfection
Intermingled with my voice

My voice
What does it sound like.
I think I have a deep voice
One that can boom across a stage
One that can make a whisper well heard

I learnt that in grade school

I say a lot of things in a day
My friends tell me quite blatantly
"Dude, you talk a lot"

So what do my words boil down to?

Are they not more than stationary constructs of pointless interaction

Will not in a year nobody, even me, remember what has been said!

Well

No.

People have a hard time forgetting what people say

In the 21st century we get the curse of picking what we hear is all.

We hear how ******* up our world is on the news all the time

Do we hear about kindness love or compassion?
Not really.

So I am going to speak in love.
There's nothing you can do about it either

Love is why the world still exsists.
Lack thereof is what's causing us to self-destruct
Sep 2016 · 421
I woud love to love you
The Mellon Sep 2016
I have a crush
That is the fact of it

If she were you,
By you I mean reading this
I would blush

I don't really want you knowing how I feel.
Sorry not sorry.

How would you react?
Probably poorly.

I fear you would isolate
You wouldn't have to run
You live to far away.

But then because I am foolish I would try to win your heart.
I might as well try if you're hear

I would tell you that I love you like the moon loves the waters.
Even though both are pulled by the more practical sun,
They yearn for each other in matrimony

That's not good enough.

I would love you like a butterfly loves a flower
It does not concern itself with the circumstances around the flower.
It just lands because it knows it's where it belongs

That was bad

I love you in the way that I love you
This meaning I would love you till
Death do us part
I would help you threw
Good and bad
Happy and sad
I would love you like no person can

But you wouldn't fall for me.
I'm far to much of who I am.
The Mellon Sep 2016
Alternate persona
Smart for someone
"Spitting Fire"
But can't even light a match

Swipe
Swipe
Snap

Your chance just broke
An unfufulling fire
To couple with your unfufulling verse

If a battle of blades you desire
Then don't worry about your precious little knife
It won't be dented as it will never touch mine
My sword will split you
Head to toe

Let me build up some lyrical ammo
Throw on some camo
I'll lyrical burry you in snow
In the spring food for crow
Just, so you know

Ain't no "bandersnatch" gonna scare this country kid away
I'll take your mythical mut
Hunt it
**** it
Gut it
Deep-fry it
Serve with some pork gravy
And a some iced tea

So maybe you should call off your dog
Before it ends up on the dinning room table with my family saying our pre dinner prayers to God.
See Anonymous Freak for our poetic shenanigans of a war.
The Mellon Sep 2016
Why'd you do it
Why'd you fight
Why'd you come at me tonight

I am fire
I am death
Stab you in the back
Modern Macbeth

Here I stand
Cavalry of words behind
Of course to you I'll remind

Bow before
Kiss my feet
Or die in fight
Sure deceit

Back down
Submit to me
Maybe I'll be gracious
And share my tea
See Anonymous Freak for responses
Sep 2016 · 228
Fight me
The Mellon Sep 2016
A duel you've challenged me to
One you can't hope to compare
You be the fly and I the shoe
Or maybe a rabbit i will ensnare

Go ahead make your move
Try to out verse me
You won't be this smooth
You'll be on your knees begging a plea

I'll cut threw your sappy verse
**** all over your rhyme
We can carry you out in a hearse
It won't take much time

So bring me my glory
Lay at my feet
Your fight won't be much a story
Once your deceit
Um. Ok. So this happened? Probably not even good but that's ok. It's fine.
Sep 2016 · 402
I love you
The Mellon Sep 2016
I love you

A little boy sits in his third grade classroom
He wonders why he hasn't any friends
He asks his mom
"Why!"
Why do they look at me like I am different
Why am I so alone

I love you

A few years later on the soccer field
A boy from the other team nocks him over
Instead of anyone helping him up
They all laugh
Even his own team.
He asks his coach the next day
Why no one helped him
Instead his coach walked away

I love you

Finnaly he graduates high school
Everyone around him is hugging and celebrating
Except the three foot radius between him and the nearest person at any time

Before he could leave though a girl walked up and hugged him
When she let go three years had gone by and she was in a beautiful white dress and the boy now a man smiled

I love you

The boy loved his wife
Every morning he called her beautiful
Every night he kissed her forhead before sleep
Even the day he got the call that his mother had unexpectedly passed away

I love you

The boy missed his mother
He he looked for her in the clouds
In the Bible
In the bottom of every bottle

I love you

Along came a day when his wife told him to stop looking and read
Three hours later she was packed and the divorce papers were signed

I love you

He cried that night
He missed his mother
He missed his wife
He looked to the sky and cried
"Father!"
Why am I alone
Please don't let this happen to me

I love you

That's all he heard
When he woke up he realized he was not alone
He had God to lead his life

You see when the boy asked his mother
"Why!"

Something special happened
That night he dreamed a life without
God

He soon learned God was always saying to him

I love you

He realized real friends aren't had
They are made threw life long experience

God placed the boy at a crossroads between

Love
And
Anything less

The boy now knew he simple had to chose love

He knew he could because
He was loved

I love you
It's worth mentioning that thisbis not based on true events, though there is probably someone who has lived this life. As far as the poem goes, I just kinda wrote it. Not sure where it came from. Maybe it will mean something more to one of you than it does me right now. Mayne I'll need it in a few years. Thanks for reading.
Sep 2016 · 382
As the Storm Rolls
The Mellon Sep 2016
Rain plopping down down down.
Thunder cracking the air, with lighting the whip.
Crazy things happen when the storms all around.
be careful, don't slip.

Stress in speckles dot dot dot.
The tension in the air hums, yet it is so delicate.
Let the thunder ***** you not,
It is your friend indefinite.

Show the storm your stress,
rain will fall drop drop drop.
It will cleanse away the rest,
stress washed away from the bottom to top.
Written January 31, 2015.
Sep 2016 · 237
Little Silver Lines
The Mellon Sep 2016
Am I to late?
did I make it in time?
have you made a new vain,
from the vain within?

Have you colored yourself,
With that Crimson stain?
Can I help ease the pain?

If I made it then you will see,
that new lines are not needed,
when you are with me,
I'm here to help you,
just don't give up the fight.

Because those little silver lines,
they can't affect this heart of mine.
Written January 30, 2015. The poem that got me addicted to poetry.
Sep 2016 · 420
Tea Time
The Mellon Sep 2016
Long day
No sun no joy
Come home put the
Kettle
On.
It screams
You jump.
Shooo away flame
Dive at the cupboard.
Dig threw it all
Find one:
English teatime
Lemon ginger
Mint melody
Or,
Of course.
It's a day for
Sea grass.
Fill the mug
Dip the bag.
Let it seep
Be glad.
Written Jan 30, 2015. Old poem from poetfreak
Aug 2016 · 465
Birthday Wishes
The Mellon Aug 2016
Three days
And I will be the age that I will be when I graduate high school

Seventy two hours
Until I'm on my last teenage year

Four thousand three hundred twenty
minutes
Until Eighteen years have gone by

Two hundred fifty nine thousand two hundred seconds
Until we arrive on the day I was born

I remember when I was younger I would always beg for toys or games for my birthday.

Now I wish for nothing
Of the sort

This year my wishes are self fulfilling

I wish for happiness
I wish for love
I wish for life long friends
I wish for identity
Clarity
Prosperity
Integrity
Humility and grace

But I wish for all if that and none of it

I wish not to have them I wish to be them
I wish to be the love that someone needs on a dark night
I wish to be break threw clarity

I wish to make people happy

Most of all I simply wish to choose love
I once wrote
Love is love is love is love
Because love is love
I am loved
Because I am loved
And love is love
I love too

That's what I want
I want to love

If the whole world shared that believe,
And I love too,

That means that I love you
And because you are loved by me,
And I love because
Love is love
Then you love too

Before to long the whole world would love

That. That is what I want for my birthday.
Aug 2016 · 439
Fluffy my dear Kitty
The Mellon Aug 2016
Pitter
Patter

Pitter
Patter

Shallow
Quick
Jerking breaths

Glance around
Rapid breaths

Eyes left
Eyes right

Eyes left
Eyes right

Memories
Memories of earlier

Memories of my humans playing with yarn
Memories of my humans brushing me

Memories of my feet running gleefully

I remember I remember
Running in the road

I remember I remember
Never again I was told

I disobeyed I remember

I lay here now
I don't remember

Yowling running crawling now

My humans around
Tears in there eyes

I can't look at them

Isolation

They can't see me like this

Or they will remember
My cat just got hit in the road. Back hips are broken. Prayers for perseverance
Aug 2016 · 335
Numbers
The Mellon Aug 2016
One
Two
Three

It starts so simple counting

One
Two
Three

But is keeping track all to simple?

What about the times I've been hurt
What about counting the number of times that I've been abandoned

What about the number of sleepless nights that I've stayed
Awake
Upon my bed tormenting myself and raging against
God

One
Two
Three

If I were to count to seven I would have been depressed for three years
Once I reach seven you would arrive at the age I made a choice

I held a blade to my throat and decided between

Counting
And
Not counting any more

One
Two
Three

Then I saw eight and nine and before i made it to ten my life changed

I felt a love that was unknown to me

That love is what I still count by today

One
Two
Three

I know a girl who counts differently than I do
Instead of love she counts by hate

Every night she looks at herself and carves tally marks while counting

One
Two
Three

That same girl now counts threw love

She can look at her arm and smile as she counts each victory running parallel across her skin

One
Two
Three

I tell you every number counts

I have in my life now counted 6565 days
Tomorrow will be 6566 days
The day after will be 6567days

One
Two
Three

Is how I began
I nearly died at seven
I was saved at eleven

One
Two
Three

I speak as I count and I speak love
Because love is love is love is love
And because love is love
I am loved
And because love is love
And I am loved
I love too
Jul 2016 · 289
My heart
The Mellon Jul 2016
For a long while I held myself together
Nobody got anything from me

My opinion was mine alone

My ideas were self contained

My words rarely left my lips

My heart most definently was locked away

One day you came along
My first mistake was telling you what I thought of you
My next was what I wanted to do
Worse yet were the three words "I love you"

It took you years to make me truly ***** up though
One day I messed it all up and finnaly delivered my whole heart to you

You gladly took it in two hands
Looked up to me and smiled
That's when you tossed it over my head
You ran and caught it

I stamped my foot and told you no
You threw it back again

I started to have fear

You tore my heart in three
Started juggling with me

I cried and pleaded no
But you wouldent let me go

Eventually you got bored

Tore my heart to confetti
And showered it on me

I feel knees to the floor
I gathered what was once at my core

I looked to God and threw what was left of my heart

What came down was whole and pure
No longer was I broken
No longer must I fear

I can live threw anything
My God is hear
Inspired by Cait and by Camp
The Mellon Jul 2016
Little child, my love so sweet
Rest your head and go to sleep

In the morn I'll be there
Rest your head and not a care

I love you sweet child of mine
I love you sweet child of mine

Little child, my love so sweet
Peaceful dreams and go to sleep

Tomorrow's a new day for you to see
Sleep now for new energy

I love you sweet child of mine
I love you sweet child of mine

(Repeat)
Jul 2016 · 261
Help please
The Mellon Jul 2016
Okay, sorry this isn't a poem, but it's for many more poems. I'm going be starting a year long series. Each day I will be taking a verse from the Bible and writing a poem about it. Eventually my app will give me a hard verse, so I would like it if any of you have a favorite verse or more, please share it below and I'll add it in eventually. I won't be posting everyday, but I will be writting everyday (time allowing).
Please help me out
Jul 2016 · 692
Redemption
The Mellon Jul 2016
The woods were floating
With song.
The light winked out at the trees
Burning in my soul

I felt my faith burst to life the same way a spark lights a fire,
Then just as easy as it was ignited
The icy breeze of doubt suffocated the spark of my heart

I was hopelessly lost in the dark
I floundered and fell

I felt like a rock in river,
Jutting up from the water,
Interrupting the current.

I felt like I didn’t belong, in Your sea of believers,
That I wasn’t clean enough to be of Your grace.

But Your waters eroded my harsh edges
And softened me to You.

I could live in the roaring water of Your love,
I could finally breathe with my head underneath Your waves.

My soul was a raging fire,
The eyes of the demons that haunted me
Glittered in the unknown.
Each pair of eyes, a question I knew not the answer to,
Prodding at my beliefs like iron in dying coals,
My mind would flicker to and fro
To and fro

Eventually I no longer had to look anywhere
I gazed down upon my dying embers of faith and saw a demon's eyes staring back at me

My face broke the surface of Your love,
And my lungs gulped in
The course air of doubt.

I left Your depths for the shallows,
Still there,
But no longer welcoming Your currents
Coursing around me.

The wind of voices telling me to leave You was strong,
And chilled my still damp skin,
Fresh from Your loving waves.
It made me shiver to hear them,
And long to be dry
And away from You, like them.
Washed up on the beach and alone.

The sharp stones on the shore away from You cut my feet, and I became calloused.
The only memory of You, was the drops of water still on my scalp.

I felt You stir my ashes
I felt the world stand still as Your breath coaxed fire from my coals
I felt the release of the wood pinning me down begin to kindle

I was reborn into fire
All that pushed and held me down now burned in my redemption
I watched as my light blew back darkness
I watched as my tormenters fled in awe of Your glory

I made a vow to let my light shine
It was good.

The air surrounding me became hot,
It burned wherever it touched,
And humidity clung to me,
Thick and sticky as molasses,
Choking my breaths
And ripping at my face.
I would watch Your waters for weeks,
Wishing to go home to You,
And tormenting myself with the idea that I couldn’t.

Then I watched Your Son sink into Your depths,
And the water glistened gold.
More desirable than any life I could lead away from You.

I dipped my fingers back into Your river
And You welcomed me.
You brushed the sands that had encased my body
Off of me and made me clean.
You healed the bruised parts of my heart,
And led me back home.
It was good.

*Saved, fire can burn upon water and water remain fluid in flame
No torrent of water will douse Your flame
No inferno will ever evaporate Your waters

You’re a gentle stream,
And a roaring fire.
You’re an army of crashing waves sweeping me from my feet,
And a gentle, crackling, dancing, light. Warmth filling the cold,
Your love is a hearth for me to rest at,
And an ocean to rage against evil.

Our shared relationship is fire and water.
Passion and tenderness
Love and love.
Though I stray from You,
You relight my flame,
And wash me of my wrongs.
You hold me close, and call me Yours,

You are Passion and Tenderness,
Awing and unchanging.
Love and love.
Love and love.
Love and love.
We mingle together to create
Peace
Tranquility and
Grace
Co author, Anonymous Freak. I haven't a clue how to add a co author, please msg me and tell me how.
The Mellon Jul 2016
I was planted by God
He tended to me
My roots He covered in sod
All was good as He could see

He tended to me
Soon I bloomed
All was good as he could see
I was well groomed

Soon I bloomed
Hundreds of apples hung from my boughs
I was well groomed
As steady growth was my vow

Hundreds of apples hung from my boughs
Many did fall
As steady growth was my vow
Many more soon stood tall

Many did fall
My roots He covered with sod
Many more stood tall
I was planted by God
Genesis 1:11~ Then God said, "Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees on the earth bearing fruit after their kind with seed in them"; and it was so.
The Mellon Jun 2016
As I look into a mirror
I see my own two eyes
My soul I couldn't see clearer
Dark behind the lies

I see my own two eyes
Making their claim
My soul i couldn't see clearer
They judged me in despise

Making their claim
Repentance was my charge
They judged me in despise
I was a sinner at large

Repentance was my charge
To holy waters I must take
I was a sinner at large
Hurry, go, find the lake

To holy waters must take
My soul i couldn't see clearer
I was a sinner at large
As I look into a mirror
Jun 2016 · 584
Do not read this Poem
The Mellon Jun 2016
I said not to read this,
Foolish child
It's to late now
Or can you stop?

It is temptation
To know fear
In the flesh

Now don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little

Do you remember
Those dark nights
Turning off the lights
And sprinting to your bed

As dark shadows
Slashed at your
Shaking ankle

Heart pounding
As the dark sets on
Thickly
A syrup filling your lungs

How the sheets.
They were your protection
Wraped tightly around you
Nothing could penetrate them

But as the night sets in
Not even light can save you now
As the flickering of candles
Cast light upon aproching shadows

Oh the cold
The shivers
The standing hair
Your sheets a permafrost
Freezing you in place

Only able to watch in fear
Shadows lapping hungrly at your bed
As things unknown
Approach

The sounds
The gentle squeek of floorboards
The bruixng of incisors

Sorounding you
Enveloping you

You feel it
The vibration
Of a hundred warm bodies
Nawing
Clawing
Pounding into your skull

Theres no escape
No way
It's far to late now
Think you can sleep?
Do you really want to close your eyes?

Is that wise?
Do you think your alone?
Are you that foolish?
Why don't you open your eyes

Let me enlighten you
Let the dark come to the light
Let your fear
Become flesh

Don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little
Reposted from poetfreak
Jun 2016 · 468
To look up to God
The Mellon Jun 2016
Four days before tomorrow a boy was sitting at youth group
It was dark and he could see billions of stars

He heard the deep voice of his Pastor asking the kids to look up
He wanted them to realize that looking up is not just literal
By looking at the beauty of the cosmos they could also see God

The Pastor explained how we as humans don't look up enough; not to God

He said to the kids and the boy:
"You know, the world is a really heavy place.
Every day a new pressure is placed upon humanity.

This weight prevents us from looking up to God
It turns us away.

Others it pushes them to their knees,
They sit there and pray
And pray
And pray
But they can't get up"

The boy glanced up and saw that his Pastor had a guitar out

The Pastor asked his students to rise to their feet to praise.

He strummed some soothing cords and he praised God
They raised their voice to the heavens and sang to God together

The Pastor spoke in between his songs.
He asked his students
He asked them to raise their hands
He asked them to look to the sky and Praise
He asked them to sing each song as a prayer

When they were all sat down the Pastor asked them a question.
He asked:
"Why, did I have you raise your hands"

All of them were quite for a minute.

Then the boy said something.
He said:
"We raised our hands to hold up the sky.
We used our hands to hold up the pressure of the world, and we prayed to God for help."

The boy, empowered by the butterflies in his heard. She shivers in his skin. The clearness of his sight. He added:

If the whole world raised their hands for praise,
All the world's pressure could end

"We could raise our hands in church
In mosque's
In synagogue's
In our homes

Then nobody would have to fight
Nobody would have to starve
Nobody would have to shiver
Nobody would be alone"

Shacking the boy sat down

The silence that followed was absolute

The air was pressure free

The sky was clear

The stars were bright.
Jun 2016 · 426
A little bitty boy
The Mellon Jun 2016
I'm going to tell you a story

One about a little bitty boy
And a little bitty girl

They both lived in a small town
And went to a little school

But the little bitty boy was not loved
He was in the first grade for the second time
He was a stranger to everyone

He was a victim of little bitty bullies
With there little bitty words

When he was seven he balanced on the edge of a blade
He **** near plunged it into his little bitty chest
And ended his little bitty life

The boy might have done so if it wasn't for the girl
She didn't know him but smiled his way
It's amazing what a smile means to someone whose muscles had forgotten how

In the sixth grade the little bitty girl sat by the little bitty boy
They talked for a while
A spark was lit for little bitty friends

The boy and girl became best friends quick
They hung out and did what middle schoolers do
They built forts and made paper weddings for unsuspecting friends

There came a time when neither child was little bitty anymore
By the time they realized that boys liked girls
That girls liked boys
They didn't know what to do

The boy asked the girl to hold his hand once
And the girl left him
She dropped him and ran

It was a long time

The boy grew dark
He found self hate and anger
He lost the friend who saved his life

Half a year later he talked with the girl again
They both made their feelings clear
Friends forever, nothing else

Something wasn't right

By the time they were seniors
There was friction to be seen
She, the pacifist and "mature"
He, the liberal and "immature"

They had opinions on many things
Few of them the same
Yet they were part of a large group of brothers and sisters
They could not part

So there they stand today
Both friends and enemies
The girl that stole the boys heart
The boy that only got pieces back

The boy was reminded by the girl
After saying something ridiculous
Just how much the girl hated him
He still feels the bitter iron in her words

The little bitty boys' light did dim
The little bitty girl went on cold as ever
Together they were sperate
Separate they were at peace
Forever to be known,
That was all
Jun 2016 · 652
Campfire
The Mellon Jun 2016
There is something uniquely powerful about a campfire

They can be small intiment family things.
Filled with s'mores and laughter

They can be grand bonfires whose flames
Flicker with the conviction that it too is as bright as a star

There is also the kind of fire at a late night church gathering.
The one that is built to last whilst the whole congregation sways to the praise of their God.

But then theres perhaps the best kind of fire.
The one that is surrounded by your friends.
One of them brought his acoustic guitar
He picks it up and starts playing
That girl you've had a crush on starts singing and you freeze.
The elegance of the guitar mixes with the rich voice of the girl
Together the sounds brings goosebumps to your arms
Tears to your eyes.
The only interruption is the crackle of the fire
The whole group, other than the singer
Is quite
Everyone holding their breath.
So that they don't disturb the moment
Jun 2016 · 1.0k
I've been meaning to say
The Mellon Jun 2016
There are some things I have wanted to say.
Stories I've wanted to tell

I wanted to tell you how the moon, on that special lunar occasion,
How it is red not because of the blood moon,
Rather because it is the reflection of a thousand sunsets all on one canvas.

Or I could tell you about that old lady I saw on the street the other day

How the wrinkles on her ***** hands matched that on her torn shirt.
How those wrinkles looked like waving rows of wheat to the bread she'll never eat

I could talk about the sunset!
Oh the sunset!
How the last ray of sun light is like that of the love of an old man who watched his wife of fifty years fall from cancer.
How even though his light is gone, he can still see her image refracted on the horizon, as if one last kiss to the world

I could talk about the young girl down the block,
The one who people call "fake" because she covers her face in foundation,
The same face her boyfriend left bruised and swollen.

I can talk about the girl I saw on my walk today.
The one who flinched every time her father raised his hand,
The one that wasn't holding his beer of course.

I could talk about sunsets.
I could talk about the beauty of the moon.
I could talk about a lot of things.

I could talk about poverty
I could talk about abuse or ****
I could talk about a lot of things

Society dictates that I should talk about the good things
I should talk about the sunset, and the butterflies
Oh! The butterflies!

Society is a lot like a butterfly
Its beautiful,
Free,
Alive

But society has heavy problems

Ones that "can't be talked about"

The weight of these problems will rip the wings from a butterfly.
Leaving it to fall to the Earth

Earth, where it will be forgotten
It will be stamped upon
It will be ignored

Until one day it dies
Until it's suddenly a tragedy,

What a pity
May 2016 · 377
I've been meaning to say...
The Mellon May 2016
are some things I have wanted to say.
Stories I've wanted to tell

I wanted to tell you how the moon, on that special lunar occasion,
How it is red not because of the blood moon,
Rather because it is the reflection of a thousand sunsets all on one canvas.

Or I could tell you about that old lady I saw on the street the other day

How the wrinkles on her ***** hands matched that on her torn shirt.
How those wrinkles looked like waving rows of wheat to the bread she'll never eat

I could talk about the sunset!
Oh the sunset!
How the last ray of sun light is like that of the love of an old man who watched his wife of fifty years fall from cancer.
How even though his light is gone, he can still see her image refracted on the horizon, as if one last kiss to the world

I could talk about the young girl down the block,
The one who people call "fake" because she covers her face in foundation,
The same face her boyfriend left bruised and swollen.

I can talk about the girl I saw on my walk today.
The one who flinched every time her father raised his hand,
The one that wasn't holding his beer of course.

I could talk about sunsets.
I could talk about the beauty of the moon.
I could talk about a lot of things.

I could talk about poverty
I could talk about abuse or ****
I could talk about a lot of things

Society dictates that I should talk about the good things
I should talk about the sunset, and the butterflies
Oh! The butterflies!

Society is a lot like a butterfly
Its beautiful,
Free,
Alive

But society has heavy problems

Ones that "can't be talked about"

The weight of these problems will rip the wings from a butterfly.
Leaving it to fall to the Earth

Earth, where it will be forgotten
It will be stamped upon
It will be ignored

Until one day it dies
Until it's suddenly a tragedy,

What a pity-Oh look! A celebrity!
The Mellon Apr 2016
My heart I hold in my hands,
I cup it and hide it,
Only very few can see

Occasionally I give someone a piece
The first one left it on the ground,
It took up to much space for someone else's,
Tunes our he did the same to her

The second one I handed out,
Hoping not to be buned
She amounted quite a mass
Before she spoiled and threw it all in the trash

Now I had very little heart lef to give.
But a third came along, different from the rest,
Baffled a small loan was made
I went bankrupt.

So one came around
I hadn't hardly a heart to give
The chunk I did,
Was squeezed so tight
That it
Died.

So then you came back.
Lucky number three,
My last chunk of love is in your hands,
But it seems you let it fall

My love casted upon the ground
I fall to my knees,
As my heart crumbles into dust,
A chrimson stain upon the ground
I am broken

My heart in pieces
Pulled apart and broken down
I now so lie,
Heartless
To numb
To ask why
As my heart whimpers in the dark
Apr 2016 · 329
3,732
The Mellon Apr 2016
How far can a heart stretch?

Before it ruptures and zig zag splits down the middle.

Can a heart stretch eighty nine miles?

That's already a stretch. The heart aches,

It pounds in your chest

The stretch leaves it thin,
Easy to break

But that's not far enough

My heart is over an ocean

Is Three Thousand Seven Hundred Thirty Two miles to far?

The heart would be a tight cord
A slack line over shark infested waters

A storm would engulf it at tare it apart at sea

A small wiggle would throw the whole line in waves

So I beg the question.
Is There Thousand Seven Hundred Seventy Two miles to far for a heart to stretch?

Because I don't know
I may never know

It seems that Zero miles apart may not happen.
Apr 2016 · 701
My Biggest Fear
The Mellon Apr 2016
When I was young, I was afraid of many things
There was darkness
But also what came out of darkness
There was spiders and bats because, well, because.

After a little while I lost some old fears,
Picked up new ones
Like, what I'd she dosent like me?
Am I going to get that grade?

Today I realized the pointlessness of those fears
As I witnessed many face my truest fear
I quickly cast my fears aside
As only one matters now

I am not afraid to die,
But I am afraid of outliving those I love

I fear going to my brothers funeral
Seeing him one last time
I fear my mother's and Father's
I love them both so dearly

I fear loosing the one I love
Seeing the face awake next to mine no more
I fear outliving the kids I'll someday have
As no father should have to watch their child die

I fear the loss of my friends
I would be nothing without
To say it would brake me would not be enough
I would shatter and do so twice

I sat in a funeral today
Tears along with the rest
Realizing how precious
Each. Person. Is.

I praised God for the life I have
I thanked Him for my health
But I didn't pray for my protection
I pray for those I love

So no, I do not fear the dark
I fear kneeling next to the casket
Gazing at the loved one lost
And seeing their smile no more
Apr 2016 · 366
Dream of me too
The Mellon Apr 2016
I once told you,
That my dreams
Were never as good as they once were,
Because none of them

None of them compared to my reality,
My dream come true with you,

Yet here I am tonight
Wishing for something that's not a nightmare
Because all that time ago you left me.

So here I lay tonight,
Still hoping to dream of you
Now do me a favor,
And dream of me too

Then maybe in the morning,
We can make our dreams come true
Apr 2016 · 328
If in a dream
The Mellon Apr 2016
If in once I dream I saw
My life before me,
I think I would turn and flee

I can imagine what I'd see,
Roaring hatred and laughter
All about me.

I could see my heart
As it flies in the air,
Each piece its own separate entity

A family torn the middle
As I cannot be understood,
Why must I be hated,
When I try to love a little.

If the past does repeat,
Then I am truly *******
As every girl before,
Left my heart for rot.

I can see myself
Putting others before me,
Stretching the chasm a bridge,
Only to be walked on
And never picked up.

Yet I'll do it time and again
The more I save the better
As even if they won't remember me,
They might never look back.

I see my future as bleak,
But better bleak than sorry
As every friend that crosses,
Lives a little more than me.
Apr 2016 · 360
Hands (pantoum)
The Mellon Apr 2016
Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl

So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger

No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife

As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt

Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers

Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse

Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth

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