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One step. One breath. Each day is a new test. Laughing fits Crying spells. Picking at new scabs.

The space between life and pain is separated by a thin veil. I've opened up the curtains and cast away the darkness. The razor cuts of his tongue are silenced by my love. Yet yet yet the painful choices of my now paralyze thought.

Wrapped inside a cotton brain with small thoughts and toy trains. My ego seeks how to learn without leaving a perpetual burn. My brothers and sisters await at the gate. I see them clear i see them now but they can't wait.

Lets start anew today amongst the ruins of the festive clothes. A bird will rise with a red nose in tow squirting water from a flower. This bird climbs and climbs to an apex of thought. Behind the world and over forever. Rain slowly falls and floods the world, pain is gone, a rainbow appears. A new life begins today on a hazy green path.

This means everything and nothing at all. It's all nonsense and jibberish. Consciousness streams and flows. And it feels **** good to be me for one single moment. One drop of irrelevant rain into life's ocean. The pencil is dull so I must stop. Happiness ensues. The crowd cheers the end of the show. A young girl wears a shiny white mask.
It's a typical situation, in these typical times; too many choices and so many crimes. Caught between this and stuck behind that, proverbial rock and hard place, harsher than fact. A maze of confusion, doubts all around. Wondering what will happen if solid ground is not found. The difficult dance of very fine lines, balancing grace with independence that shines. Dancing our way thru friendships we cherish, trying our hardest to not let them perish. Sometimes we slip and fall off the *****, tumbling to the bottom, heart robbed of hope. Looking up at the peak so far from attaining, gritting our teeth against the pain that we're obtaining. Scabs and bruises, stab wounds and breaks. Our bodies may be whole but the heart never fake, telling the tale of our costly mistakes. Try as we might we continue to stumble, tripping on heartstrings unraveled and jumbled. Longing for a world where things are simple, yearning for a life that's a little more gentle. Kinder to those who actually care, about their jobs and their families who's houses they share. Backbreaking toil to see a child filled with joy, from the presents he's given by his parents employ. A life that's understanding when loved ones die, giving grace to those who must drop all and fly. To be there for a grandfather they loved so dear, be able to say "I wish you were here." Alas life is cruel, twisted, filled with thorn, causing some to wonder "why was I born?"
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Guss
I saw you the first time at my minimum wage  job.
Vibrant and curly.
Every moment started slowing down
and as I counted the minutes you faded away.
With a big beautiful smile of course.
But no longer there.
Then after you left my sight
another image persisted.
One of you walking back into my store.
Nothing more.
But this image was long out of reach.

The second time I saw you I forgot to get your number.
I consider myself a fool for this,
but you were still standing
and looking at me.
Absolutely straight into my eyes.
I could hardly make your sandwich.
The eyes of my throbbing soul.
Without the hustly bustle of my own mentality,
I would have taken you to Mars right then and there.
With all your curly hair.
And all your ******* smiles.
My earnings for the biweekly pay
couldnt surmount the glory
that is your absolute stunningness.
to the girl i see every day who never knew i even saw her.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Guss
My body disobeys me.
Each step forces me to exercise parts of my body
I didn’t know had subsisted.
I hardly controlled my maneuvers,
as I basically drifted.
Even my helmet is showing signs of weakening,
under these steepening,
enormous pressures.
Terrified and trembling with my humanly gestures,
I must have sent vibrations throughout
the cold water as the creatures began to circle over my head.
I could see off in the distance
the submarine of my former occupation.
A distant iconic stationary emblem of my failures.
Then, the porpoises and scaled beasts parted
to contrast a heavenly sight.
No corpses or failed feasts started
in the ballast of this night.

For a maiden of duality
saved my beckoning soul
from the eternal slumber
that had otherwise awaited.
The rest of this tale I leave up to the mystery
of word of mouth.
But what must be said is that underneath
the blue waters lies
much that we do not begin to conceive.
Take it or leave it,
I cant force a man to believe.
I found this poem in a bottle off the coast of Half Moon Bay, Ca. When I had it dated they told me it was from 1943.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Guss
When I came to, it was already too late.
Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed
at the only thing I ever cared about.
Home.
Readjusting and stabilizing
the shot towards earth,
I remembered what was packed tight
in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton.
It was a matter of total energy.
So powerful,
that I used it to come see my home world
even though it was long since abolished.
The destruction was a mystery up until now.
As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.  
My only hope was that I could come back and save my family.
I would have never considered
that I would be the demise of my entire species,
nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too.
"Captain."
The vessels computer was attempting to revive me.
“Impact in thirteen seconds.”
The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice.
"Ten."
"Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say.
"Nine."
My planets surface was closing in.
I could see the coastline waves
rolling and ebbing with the moon.
"Eight."
At this moment I considered my probable demise.
"Seven."
“Captain, interdimensional equipment
charged and awaiting coordinates.”
She said,
as her other voice commanded,
“Five seconds till impact.”
Collapsible was the style of our Universe.
All I had to do now,
was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly,
taking me in between the folds of particles.
The hull was losing integrity as was I.
And on that thought,
I simply pressed the button
and started my return to my lonely place in time.
Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space.
The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones.
But I ascended to the very place in time
where I would have been.
And there she was in all her exaltation.
Earth.
Untainted as I once recalled.
That’s when it struck me.
It was only logical that my life had been
looping all these years.
Destroying and saving humanity
all at the same time.
So typically me.
"Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
Tell me how you see time.
Utter confusion
Plain distraught
Mainly delusion
Just as I thought
It’s only a dream
I need to wake
Because this pain
I just can’t take
Like I hit a vain
My heart is bleeding
It is pleading
Why does my pain keep feeding?
Nothing stops the torture
Why does this start
But never ever end
Like it found my heart
And began to rip it apart
Never to ever subside
No matter how hard I tried
Lost hope and finally died…
- From Heartache
Box
I have a fear
A fear of a box.
A fear of being trapped in this box.
The walls close in.
My stomach is in knots
I feel sick

There is one way out of this box.
This is the way I choose.

It’s stuck in my head.
The back of my mind.
Always.
No escape.

I know it is unreal. Imaginary. Nonexistent.
To me it exists.
My greatest fear.

                 A question asked.
                 An             answer,
                         Yes.
                In                the box.
                No              way out.
                One way to escape.


So I say no.
Always say no.

I stay out of the box.
Hello baby, take hold of my hand
Let’s dive into your sea of lies
Kiss me, mislead me, **** me with your eyes
Oh my love, it’s your face that I despise.

Come on, Darling, show me how you never loved me
Open your eyes let those cold blues hypnotize
You’re sending messages across the sky
Honey, things are starting to polarize

Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.

You’re controlling the ride, let’s do it or die
Your touch is starting to burn
And to acid your lips have turned
Hey baby, show me how I’ll never learn

Hey babe, you hate to see me cry,
But you know you do it all the time
I’m gonna let you have my trust
And you betray me with your lust

Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.

Oh you know how I love you
Oh I know how you love too
Put the knife up to my throat
You’ll never read the words that I wrote

Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.
I wrote this. This is a song that I wrote months ago. Again, I have never been beaten by anyone ever at any time. Please don't steal this and if you wish to post this elsewhere PLEASE ask me first.
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