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Bleeding and dying, yet there is not blood
Broken and shattered, yet still in a whole
Yet what's so good about picking up the pieces ??
And what if I can't forget you ??
Even if I burn your name into my throat.
I still want to be the fire to catch you.
My heart is on fire tonight,
I can feel my bones ignite.
I’ve been stumbling through the weeks,
Moving slowly as I can,
Wasting all my time until
I get to see you again.

I think that I’m crazy for
Randomly throughout the day,
Thoughts of you drift through my head
And then in my head they stay.

My heart’s a rollercoaster
And my head’s a battle field
My head won’t take stupid risks
But my stubborn heart won’t yield

What I know for certain is
You have got my heart entwined
And this tortures me so, but
In truth, I don’t really mind
"You killed a man"
They say over and over
In his head
"You killed a man."
They repeat to him
Until he knows they can not be wrong.

He walks the streets
wondering if the eyes that glance him over
while they walk on by
know that on average
a person walks past a murderer
36 times
in their life.
"You killed a man"
He expects one of them to scream.

She is different
He knows this from they day they first meet
The voices go quiet
Almost allowing him to sleep.

He takes her on dates,
tells her
his hopes and dreams
though it is not until the night
they decide to combine their resources
in a cramped damp apartment
with a view of the sunset against the skyline
that he decides to tell her
the words that once were on
replay
inside his mind.

"I killed a man."
He whispers to her.
His voice bright
In direct contrast to the darkness
of the night.
As his hands tap the covers
Twice then once then twice again.

Her eyes caress him,
touching him in ways he knows can not be done
with hands
as he repeats
"I killed a man."
His eyes fixed on the ceiling,
Counting the tiles
To be sure
that 101
has not changed to 102
and the stain in the 81'st hasn't shifted to 22'nd.

He jumps at the feeling of her touch

Voice sharp
Hands soft.
"Tell me."
The demand
so quiet
he wonders if it was just the sound
of settling dust.

He turns to her,
Finds the question in her eyes.
It's a drastic change
from the haunted look he expected
if only to reflect
what he sees in the mirror every day.

"I killed a man." He says once again,
For the millionth time in his life
though only
the third
outside of his head.

Her fingers trace his face.
Thumb running across his lips.
She opens her mouth,
and quietly whispers the words he never dared to
even consider
"The man you killed,
was yourself."
"You killed a man"
They say over and over
In his head
"You killed a man."
They repeat to him
Until he knows they cannot
Be wrong.

He walks the streets
wondering if the eyes that glance him over
while they walk on by
know that on average
a person walks past a murderer
36 times
in their life.
"You killed a man"
He expects one of them to scream.

She is different
He knows this from they day they first meet
The voices go quiet
Almost allowing him to sleep.

He takes her on dates,
tells her
his hopes and dreams
though it is not until the night
they decide to combine their resources
in a cramped damp apartment
with a view of the sunset against the skyline
that he decides to tell her
the words that once were on
replay
inside his mind.

"I killed a man."
He whispers to her.
His voice bright
In direct contrast to the darkness
of the night.

As his hands tap the covers
Twice then once then twice again.

Her eyes caress him,
touching him in ways he knows can not be done
with hands
as he repeats
"I killed a man."
His eyes fixed on the ceiling,
Counting the tiles
To be sure
that 101
has not changed to 102
and the stain in the 81'st hasn't shifted to 22'nd.

He jumps at the feeling of her touch

Voice sharp
Hands soft.
"Tell me."
The demand
so quiet
he wonders if it was just the sound
of settling dust.

He turns to her,
Finds the question in her eyes.
It's a drastic change
from the haunted look he expected
if only to reflect
what he sees in the mirror every day.

"I killed a man." He says once again,
For the millionth time in his life
though only
the third
outside of his head.

Her fingers trace his face.
Thumb running across his lips.
She opens her mouth,
and quietly whispers the words he never dared to
even consider a possibility

"They were wrong."
2.0 - the alternate ending.
this time we are trying..
wrapping the wish with wound..
pile up the jewel with ember..
cover the reality with archness..

this time we act the same..
digging what wont be sought..
calling what is denied in the bottom of heart..
release what  has been gained..

no.. isn't this heart want to be cheat..
however, the moon  and earth has yet to meet ..
let moon dimly hug the yearnings..
wishing the sun would never know..

but that's okay ..
by the time that we've got ..
we're string up again more words ..
of the fire and the wood will be intertwine more stories ..

and at the time ..
maybe a hundred or a thousand years later ..
we'll meet right in the heart of the horizon ..

whether the previous dreams that  want to be shared ..
or even ourselves had already not recognize each other ..*


┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶  ƦУ  »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
if the wood burning fire, the fire did not want to do that ..
because he knows you are the earth even though he would deny it..
Love is fleeting.  
An enigma of energy moving with the speed of a train derailed from its tracks.
It is quick and overcomes you with ferocity,
a deceitful dance of give and take,
to chase and be chased.

Love unrequited wraps itself around you,
like chains made to drag your not quite lifeless body to a hidden sepulcher at the bottom of the sea. Pressure and time will turn your corpse into less then a faint memory,

a face in a dream of the lover you were unable to obtain.
Wandering mind, wandering heart,
A wandering star secretly falling apart.
My light shines brightly in the dark abyss
Looking for a destination, less hit more miss.

That’s a commonality.
People look at me but don’t really see.
They don’t know who I really am.
Outside, they see a fierce lion, inside merely a lamb.

Big smile on my face,
But inside a simple disgrace.
I joke and I tease
Putting on a front just to please.

I have no idea where I am going,
But I am afraid of anyone knowing.
Knowing the pain I keep inside.
Knowing the fear I try to hide.

The fear of being alone
Of being a cat lady fully grown.
Of no one to share life with
And love being merely a myth.

Every night I wonder if he’s out there,
That kind, silly boy with soft hair.
Someone to look at me and smile
Who holds my hand and asks me to stay awhile.

But where is this boy that I seek?
Will he be here today, tomorrow, next week?
Because every night he appears in my dreams
And he wants to meet me too or so it seems.

I am afraid to rely on boys for happiness,
But I still long for that one true kiss.
God will bring him to me so He swears.
That kind, sweet boy whom I will refuse to share.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
R
Ugly.

Lying in the rubble
of my troubled mind;

dirt filled fingernails–
I tried to clean them

I did I did

but the writhing worms
have strayed inside
and I can't hide
anymore.

Can't you see me?

Reaching out
with an arm of crimson;

I tore the ****** *****
from my chest,
heaving.

Placed my heart
in your hands–
please
don't
drop
me.

I am fragile–
in a state of
vulnerability.

I tried to ignore it
but the numbness
is dissolving

I'm evolving
from a human

to an animal

to a monster.

I am ugly.
I am raw
and I am
scared.

Help me.

I am drowning;

the weight of my father's
bulky sweater
is enveloping me

yet why do I feel so naked?
(don't look).

Stripped myself
of all this
madness;

washed away the tears
and replaced them with
hard black coldness.

Shivering.

Empty.

Help me
feel..
please help me
find myself
for I have never
been so
l o s t
before

and the
pathway
home has
never been so

weathered.

Tethered
to the fury
and severed
from the cure.

It is now,
in the wake of dawn

dancing with the demons
and raging with the calm

I have finally
found myself

Beautiful.
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