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Oct 2013
Sunshine does not inspire me. Broken lighting. Broken teeth. An empty shell used for armor and reflection counting the numbers on the circle shapes, ticking away, promising things we cannot comprehend. There's a lesson to be learned and we will inevitably learn nothing. Smooth and salty guidelines wrap my fingers around your jawline. i have seen bliss. I have seen suffering. I choose nothing. I rise above, tapping my fingernails on the closed doors. Begging for an outlet. Hoping for a way out. breathing in the noxious dust that has been settling for years. Attention to the tamed beast: this leash has unwound and all threads have been torn. Round the square and look to the west; a nest intended to be built. So high on filth -- our hands are numb. Flower petals scatter across this walkway, covering the bread crumbs along with any dreams you've left behind. WAS IT ALL IN YOUR MIND? Retract. Repel. I am shallow. Like these puddles i use to stare at my reflection. devouring lessons just to spit **** right back at these textbooks. I have the upper hand, where it can meet your lower jaw. an outstanding applause for such a dull audience. one shot, two shot for some common sense. I am ready to meet your leader! I am ready to stand apart! Breathe new electrons, ******* them into my lungs. They are greedy. The morning fog knows me better than any human being and the thunderstorm that lives inside of me won't stop humming. Along to the bass line. perfect rhythm, sentences separated. I feel the best when I feel nothing.  Taking time out, like middle of the second half....losing, always losing. Always stronger. Bruised waistlines and scraped knees. Your eyes remind me of the best of me. Falling forward into invisible arms that reach out from behind blue curtains. Raised fists and clenched arms - opposing needs of a dying youth. I knew the truth. I tore it apart, brain cell by brain cell. Less to forget. More to be sure. I have these broken wings that serve no purpose but to be adored and envied and misconstrued.
Kyla Mae Pliskie
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Kyla Mae Pliskie  27/F/Wisconsin
(27/F/Wisconsin)   
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