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 Mar 2014 Pearls of White
Xyns
Thank you for breaking me
And making me
A better me

Thank you for hurting me
And making me
A stronger me

Thank you for shooting me
And making me
Bulletproof

Thank you for burning me
And making me
Fireproof
This is an older poem. Things have changed since then. But this poem is highly relative to a lot of people and I liked it well enough so I posted it.
What if the last words we spoke
Are left like a shadow
Above our still lips
Our absent lips

And others
Of us
Stumble upon them
In their morbidity
In their peace
And scrawl them
Onto pages
With a trembling pen
In trembling  hands

Drowning
With the sorrow of your shadowed
Words
Hung still
For eternity
 Feb 2014 Pearls of White
Weasel
Storms awakened me
From my sleep early this morn
Rain came pouring down.
I was scared there for a while,
Lightning flashed and thunder pealed.

{ Weasel }
This is true.
I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks for reading.
Poem 11
© The Weasel
All rights reserved.
you are no one
darling i'm lost
you are the only one that has my back
and you are no one

I hear the echoes of all the laughter of these times i forgot to enjoy
in every half-step between breath and anxiousness.
I know you will remember that i loved you all until it hurt
and that helps to alleviate the guilt of making it my aim to miss.

I can't help felt, i crash standing up
between the spaces of my grace and shamelessness
I have left up to my haphazard luck
and you are no one

a howl in the night maybe
you are a ghost
that only whispers in my ear
when i've lost all sense of self-control

and i've become no one
you know I know you did it
darling i'm drunk
and i know you know i'll just forget it

because we are no one
My reflection couldn't see
Only for the world to witness
Glistening eyes, gristle and teeth
A wild air, grizzly hairs amiss

loss complete
through stark white sheets
I sleep in too closely
beside the ghost that wears them

Like long blank stares
From the monster that lives
between and beneath
Whatever needs picking up

I see what you see and you see me, I mean

Long blank stairs
creaks and cracks
telling the story
leading to nowhere that surprises us

When doors no longer lend to surprises

I left you right from wared
so you left me under there
the voice of a dream
from underneath the stairs
When I try my hardest
I can still love you the most
And it's not hard
it's just not the same as it used to be

But our dreams are still parallel
Like the world that exists
In some turquoise tangerine place
where we managed to keep it sacred

And if I think about it long enough
I remember how sad it was at the end
Seeking relief
When we only found solace in naked

And if I reach out to touch the stars
It brings your skin back to my flesh  while it burns our history back into the harbor of forgotten ships
That never masted

Sewing words together to make them
Out of moments that never lasted
This is what time felt like
When we weren't able to forget mistakes and tribulations
We could have but didnt outlast and

(I had a lovely time.)
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