from a pegasus, i was a feather plucked.
drifting through the air, i wonder where my right hand went.
when i clench my fist, there’s nothing there
and as my eyes roam the room,
there’s not another soul in sight.
alone in the cold,
shelter had to forcibly be found.
fleeing through the flames, my stinger fell away
as a charred and scarred phoenix emerged.
aware to the deterioration of the world.
the anger and pain ran down the line,
until the line met me.
i’m different but i’m still growing.
from scorpion to phoenix, here’s to growth.
Your face seems to be all I see
whenever I close my eyes.
why does he haunt me?
a ghost of love we never truly had,
how could I miss it?
Memories flash through my head
like daggers to the chest.
Wounding me seemed to be the target
before our first encounter.
To gaze, unbothered,
at something so innocent
how to bring me to my knees.
did I love you? or did I love the idea
of you loving me?
I’ll never truly know
because you are a ghost
of my past.
and ghosts don’t answer questions.
my ghosts never shut up though..
Why does it feel as though happiness
is unattainable for me?
Unreachable no matter how far I stretch.
Untouchable no matter how much I yearn for it.
And whenever I do seem to grasp it,
it always vanishes into thin air.
Leaving me wishing for a different time.
I remember being a toddler,
standing in a candy store..
Staring in awe at the sweets around me
and wishing I was big enough
to grab one of the huge lollipops
on the top shelf.
With no adult in sight of my little eyes
I had only one thought running through my mind
“I can’t wait until I’m older..”
here I am.
Older and what I feel and see now are
my thoughts and dreams,
my wants and pains,
I see them swirling and mixing;
one becoming the other until I can tell nothing apart.
What hurts me just might be my destiny.
I wish for a reality where all things are crystal
and all paths are clear.
To know where my soul truly belongs
and to not wander.
A wandering heart knows of only temporary love
and a temporary love
can only end in
“Are you running from me?”
And my answer is,
“Yes, but only if you’re this reality”
A fiery pit
is blossoming inside of
Where my heart
used to reside
no longer resides
a place capable of any
Hate slithers in
like the first rays
on a Sunday morning
consuming me before I even open my eyes.
and I’m finding out
that the only way to
silence the voices in my head
is to scream my own voice raw
and drown them out.
bubbling up like a volcano
on the cusp of erupting
is every penny I’ve ever collected.
holding the memories of what
could never be again.
I’m not sure what
I hate more.
How you made me feel
I know how I’m going to die.
Trapped inside of my mind with no room to stretch
and no oxygen to breathe,
surly my own thoughts will suffocate me long before
I turn to stone from my rigid posture.
I’ve always wondered what I was meant to be
and if I will ever be able be that..
To attempt to accomplish everything I’ve laid out for myself
is terrifying, especially when
those I loved the hardest
already have a mold ready for me.
as if this was a twisted tale of Cinderella,
I was forced to wear something that could never fit me.
Blisters and bruises weren’t the only things I received.
now I hide inside of my mind,
a body inside of a body,
because how can he hurt me if
the real me is hidden ?
Agonizing over you is what I’m best at.
The memories of us scream through my mind
during the times I should be sleeping.
You’re all I can think about,
even though I’d rather forget you.
You’re all I want,
even though I know you’ll never want me..
I wish I could forget you.
But, instead I’m ablaze
in the memory of us.
While you simply wander through the streets of life,
I seem to be streaking.
Every street consumed by fire,
I miss your heat.
but decay and destruction are all I know now.
Who knew that it would be your love
that would burn me alive?
late night thoughts are the worse, but they make for great poems.
with my heart and my brain.
my soul and my mind.
it’s a free for all battle
right in front of my eyes.
but instead of attacking each other,
they only attack me.
I can feel my heart beating.
Each pump pushes
not only the blood throughout my body
and the air in and out of my lungs
but it also
lethal in high amounts
and unfortunately for me
it feels like the whole bottle has been emptied into my system.
As I close my eyes, I can hear the words
my damaged heart whispers into my ear.
A plea for me
to cut away
all the ties
of this world
and to curl up
with the only one
I know means peace..
But, my brain is intent on interrupting those thoughts.
It has its own need to manipulate the feelings swirling inside of me.
It has its own agenda,
one where it leaves me standing over a ledge
overlooking my own downfall.
stranded and wondering,
why do I tear myself down?
because my mind tells me to.
the words that wiggle themselves down my eardrums have one and only one goal in mind.
and that is to torture me for the rest of my time.
and it’s working.
a storm is brewing within my head.
Rain and hail beat down on my brain
like they’re the hands
and my brain is the drum.
the sound it makes is enough to bring a man to his knees.
a beautiful masterpiece at the price of a life.
but I guess that’s okay
because that life never mattered anyways.
or so my mind tells me.
who am I to listen to, when both want me dead?
A heart that is tired of beating?
Or mind that is tired of thinking?
(Either way, I’m *******.)
I wrote this based off of a picture and I wish you his could see it .. but I’m in the process of launching my blog and I will have ALL of my recent poetry on there ..