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And I can’t stop thinking about
that kid from BVNW.
My heart hurts.
And I find myself crying tears that have
no reason,
no rhyme,
no purpose.

Because,
you see,
WE NEVER INTERTWINED
So why are you engraved on the edges of my
mind…

Our lives touched,
yes. But through the lives that others
lived.

I know someone that you
knew. Knew because
past tense is the definition of death.
That is all that death is.
Switching from
Present to past.

When I heard that a
tree fell at BVNW
I couldn’t help feeling…
Relief.
It wasn’t my school.
Relief.
Not again.
Relief.

I know it’s..
Selfish.
But I can’t help myself.
And maybe that’s why
I can’t stop thinking about
you. You consume my mind,
Blake.

Everyone around me
easily carries out
the day to day.
But I don’t know how anymore.
BECAUSE EVERYTHING’S DIFFERENT
now.
Another kid is dead
AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT
him.

Did you even know
that Blake wore
beanies?
Did you even care?

Sometimes I think I’m the
only one who so
deeply contemplates
death.

So If a tree falls
in a different forest
than mine,
then why am I feeling the
Reverberations?
I feel like I’m the only
one who
can.

How can you feel so much
for a tree you never even saw
Until it was a
fallen
tree.

So I guess this is a
letter to
Blake from BVNW.
Even though our forests
never touched,
I
heard it when your tree fell.
I
felt the reverberations.
I
felt the earth shudder and
readjust.
Because the balances are
different now.
And we must figure out
how to live once more.
How to live without your tree
in the
forest.
Blake is a student from one of the surrounding high schools in my area that died on Wednesday March 5, 2015 in a single car accident. Please, remember to drive safely.
The Strength of The female carrying a nation in her womb, leaders, criminal master minds and you.

Feeding clans, communities and villages, nurturing earth. Sheltering the youth, in storms of the future ahead, wiping your tears strengthening your heart again.

She is always there and has The Hands of warmth, holding you tight to lands of joy
Women are the pivots of our nations the true meaning of love the one true home within our hearts
Alone I stood, against the stare of death
With head to head, I felt its gruesome breath
Its fixing crimson eyes igniting mine
Its scythe around my neck, which drew this line

I walk with pride, although the scar is seen
By everyone in every place I've been
Although I could give up, somehow I feel,
there are some tasks I must and shall fulfill

The urgent need of many things to toss
The cursed demons I have come across
As I have let them slowly drain my soul
So shall I use what's left to make them fall


*Iambic Redemption by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
T'was my first serious attempt at iambic pentameter, hence the name :D
All this time I have been hating myself for falling in love with you
Letting my guard down now my heart never wants to be away from you
I don't even know what it is that keeps driving my back to you
I would say it's your charms, beauty, but that's honesty not the truth
Now every girl I see my mind automatically compares her to you
But no one ever exceeds you and that's the honest truth
I know I sound insane but my mind just won't understand
My heart is confused convinced that it'll come back to you
Not getting through its thick skull  that I lost you
So now I'm lonely soul walking a dreaded path
Not knowing why I was destined to face such wrath
 Mar 2015 Flita Fernandes
Holly
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don't need you anymore...
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull...

...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
 Mar 2015 Flita Fernandes
Alex J
The first that runs..
The shadow that burns
The falling sky that turns
Our lives poking fun
Are you really seconds to none?
Cards stacked against one
A new era begun
Ultimate truth redone
Death outthought outrun
What's still left undone
The nature can't deny
Outlived...
Outcry...
Countless times I retry
The reach to the sky
Breathing a sigh
Something more than meets the eye
Not even my soul would deny...
I belong to you!
Darkness fades into
Light that streams into
Pitch black this heart breaks into
Pieces that says your name
Burning old flames
Taking an aim
At the love game
Forget and forgive
For you I live
-AJ
I have fallen
In love
With the sun
Keeps me warm
After everyone
Has left
Never leaving
Me as long as
I run backwards
But I'd do
Somersaults
For that love
My lovers
On this earth
Can't compare
To that celestial
Beauty
No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.
The titles also a radiohead song. But it doesnt seem like a bad idea. Erase everyones memories of me and just leave. Fall back into the everlong seas of black unconcious and then hopefully to the end of time- the extraterrestrial, super inconcievable meaning of life. I believe we find it when we die. I dont even know, I dont think anyone loves me so its about that time.
I desire to feel my belly swell
preparing another life
protruding promises of a perplexing nature
a plethora of predecessors piling from my womb
Let me be a creator of Strength and all the divine in the form of bright eyed chocolate children of my design
Offspring that will teach us about ourselves no matter our impurities

To Hell with the beings that tell me when I am ready to birth Change
Beauty shall tumble from me with Pride following too
Poise and Good Nature writhing in my body
Never will I be a mother of Contamination
Never will I produce Arrogance and Disaster
My children
Our children  
My joy
Our joy
All holding the key to the world
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