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2.1k · Mar 2016
I Wish I Never Met You
Prodigy Mar 2016
I wish I never met you.
If only it were so simple;
To wish away the tears I cried,
The pain that came
From missing you.

I wish I never met you.
It doomed from the start;
The reasons piled on and on,
But the final straw still
Cut like wire.

I wish I never met you.
You forced open my eyes;
Made me see that I’m broken
And soon everything else
Will follow suit.
1.3k · Oct 2014
Carpe Noctem
Prodigy Oct 2014
Carpe diem,
seize the day,
the saying goes;
Don’t let it waste away.

The sun spreads life,
it gives its light,
lets it dance in day,
but not at night.

The day is warm,
energetic and bright;
people love the day,
but shun the night.

The night with its cool, gliding glory,
The night with its mysterious way.
The night holds just as much beauty,
but remains overshadowed by the day.

Embrace the dark,
acknowledge the night,
step away from comfort,
turn from the light.

Come out and face your fears,
see what lies in the inky black,
go out under the moonlit sky,
go so far you can’t come back.

Carpe noctem, I say.
Seize the night, not the day.
1.3k · Dec 2014
Draw the Blinds
Prodigy Dec 2014
Outside the window
a woman is
     beaten upon
          spit upon
a black man is
      unfairly judged
          unfairly punished
a *** man is
       hated at
          jeered at
but none of it can touch me
if I just
       draw the blinds
          close the curtains
shut it out.
How I feel that some people in society view the injustice of the world.
1.3k · Nov 2014
Experience
Prodigy Nov 2014
”Tell me about love.”
I can define it,
I can recommend books,
I can list the symptoms and effects,
I can prattle off agape, philios, storge and eros.
I can recite a poem, or a sonnet by Shakespeare,
but
I
can’t
describe
it.

“Tell me about loss.”
I can see it,
I can observe it,
I can sympathize with it,
I can parrot motivational phrases,
I can list coping mechanisms and techniques,
but
I
can’t
mean
it.

“Tell me about life.”
I live it,
I know of it,
I can speak of its origins,
I can tell stories of its endings,
I can watch it go by, try to find meaning in it,
but
I
can’t
embrace
it.
1.0k · Nov 2014
Spark
Prodigy Nov 2014
Incite that spark, that new fire in me.
Build that flame, let it burn right through me.
Open the gates, let the words pour from me.
Pierce my heart, let me emotions leave me.
Write those words, the feelings in me,
Close my eyes, let it consume me.
Feel those sounds, spoken by me.
Hear those words, flowing from me.
Understand this poem, this piece of me,
Understand this poem, and you understand me.
After watching Dead Poets Society, I was inspired to write this.
1.0k · Oct 2014
I try.
Prodigy Oct 2014
To be good,
to be caring,
to be kind,
to be loving -

I try.

To be gentle,
to be sympathetic,
to be humble,
to be energetic-

I try.

To be smart,
to be helpful,
to be present,
to be hopeful-

I try.

To be fun,
to respect,
to be happy,
to be perfect-

I try.


I try.


*I fail.
941 · Oct 2014
Fade
Prodigy Oct 2014
Disappear
  Into the night

Fade
  Into the day

Slip
  Away from the bright

Turn
  Towards the fray

  To feelings inherent
Turn

  Away from the core
Slip

  Become transparent
Fade

  Exist no more
Disappear
905 · Oct 2014
Goodbye
Prodigy Oct 2014
This is the last time I’ll see you,
the last chance to tell
just what it is about you,
that’s captured me so well.

I came so close to saying,
I came so close, you know.
How I wish you were staying,
but perhaps it’s best you go.

Maybe I’ll move on now,
now that you are gone.
I’d say I’ll forget somehow,
but we both know I’d be wrong.

They say first love never dies,
how am I to know?
Love- a word that never applies,
emotions that never show.

I said I don’t believe in love,
it’s simply not for me.
But then push came to shove,
and suddenly I could see.

You’re the perfect one for me,
but, alas, I’ve let you go.
To point out the things that we could be
is the lowest of the low.

Love is still shrouded in doubt,
at least for me, for now.
But so close to learning what it’s about,
you slipped away somehow.

This is goodbye, I’m moving on,
I hope you’ll understand.
I’d like to think that with you gone,
I’ll return from this dreamland.

This is goodbye, this is farewell,
it’s been fun indeed.
I hope you’ll return with stories to tell,
Something tells me you’ll succeed.
A poem I wrote a little while ago which is, unfortunately, still relevant.
838 · May 2015
I'll Be There
Prodigy May 2015
I wish I could take the pain away.
I wish I could shoulder your burden,
your heartbreak,
your tears.
I wish I could protect you with my cold heart,
my emotionless void,
my stoic mind.
I wish I could take away your pain,
your sorrow,
your longing.
I want to help you to recover
to let go
to rebuild.
I want to tell you that you’ll be fine,
you’ll move on,
you’ll be happy again.
I want you to know I’m sincere,
I’m honest,
I’m hopeful.

But I can’t.

I’ve never been in your shoes;
I can’t imagine how it feels to lose
your world,
your heart,
your everything.

I’ve never felt this way;
I can’t understand what it means when you say
you loved her,
you need her,
you’d marry her.

I’ve never been rejected;
I can’t comprehend how it affected
your life,
your mind,
your future.

I can’t sympathize;
I’ve never been there.
But I can be there now,
for you.
I will stay by your side,
let you cry.
I will stay up all night,
let you talk.
And I will stay with you,
let you heal.

I may not understand, but I’ll be there.
I’ll always be there.
816 · Nov 2014
Fake Smile [10w]
Prodigy Nov 2014
That fake smile can't disguise
the pain I feel inside.
811 · Oct 2014
Everlasting Autumn
Prodigy Oct 2014
When the leaves won’t fall
and the grass won’t grow,
Where are you?
The seasons won’t change,
the snow won’t come,
Are you thinking of me too?

The stars stay out,
the sun won’t shine-
You’re not there.
The birds don’t chirp,
the breeze won’t blow-
Do you care?

And if you’re not here,
what to do?
Life is cold without you.
Time seems to freeze
in waiting for you;
The sobbing streams miss you too.

The stars fall,
the moon fades,
Black goes the night.
It’s too much to move,
too much to try,
Too much to fight.

But then there’s a ray,
a hopeful light
to scare away the black.
You’re here now,
if just for a while.
Against it all, you’ve come back.

Fall skips to spring,
the birds rejoice
Though I know it cannot last.
For soon you’ll be gone
and fall will return
To push this to the past.

The leaves won’t fall,
the grass won’t grow,
Holding still the chance,
That you’ll come again
to give them life,
and perhaps give me a glance.
809 · Jun 2016
Stars
Prodigy Jun 2016
When I look up at the stars, I see you.
And it hurts.
They seem so far away,
Thousands of light years,
Millions of miles.
Untouchable.
They shine so bright,
Perfect and golden,
Burning and eternal.
Beautiful.
But only from a distance-
How are they up close?
Fading and falling?
Imperfect?
I can’t tell what I love;
Whether I love them
Or their glow from afar.
Removed.
When I look up at the stars, I see you.
And it hurts.
743 · Nov 2014
Define Perfect.
Prodigy Nov 2014
Define perfect.
Is it a pretty face, nice hair?
Is it thin as a rod, or ripped with muscles?
Is it smart, witty and brilliant?
Is it funny and personable?
Is it friendly and kind?
Is it honest and true?
Is it in the way you walk, the way you talk?
Is it in your nature, in your core?
Is it inherent or attainable?
Is it even real, or just an illusion?
Perfection is an illusion, but one well wrought. Everyone falls into its trap.
721 · Oct 2014
Three little words.
Prodigy Oct 2014
Isn’t it funny how views can change,
with just a few little words?
Isn’t it odd how thoughts rearrange,
with just three little words.

They imply so much, yet say so little,
and flip perspectives around.
They make you wonder, make you think,
about secrets you haven’t found.

Just three little words, but huge implications,
seed a feeling that can’t help but grow.
Three little words, sowing suspicion,
You mean, you didn’t know?
711 · Jan 2015
Encore
Prodigy Jan 2015
Click.

The lights go up,
an empty stage.
Anticipation hangs,
waiting for the-

Hum

of the speakers,
vibrating, starting.
The cheers of the crowd
drown out the echo as-

“Check.”

The microphone works,
the crowd goes quiet.
The hot air is electric,
charged and ready for the-

Squeal

of a guitar,
the opening note.
The lights converge,
the crowd gives a-

Roar

as the stars come out,
playing their songs.
Legends of music,
opening with a-

Pound

of the drums
as people push close,
hot and cramped,
yearning for another-

Thump

of the bass,
matching the pulse
beating in the heart
of the fans who scream-

“Yeah!”

with the singer,
loud and excited.
Reeking of alcohol,
people anticipate the-

Blare

of the famous song,
the glorious cacophony.
Inspiration coursing deep,
as one, the crowd shouts,

“Encore.”
Something I wrote for Creative Writing class when told to describe what it's like to be in the "audience of a rock concert" without using any of those words.
693 · Apr 2015
Imagine a world...
Prodigy Apr 2015
Imagine a world
no different than our own
except that
everything was sexualized.
Where women were criticized,
for how they dress
Where women were blamed
for the crimes of men.
Where men were pressured
to be what they’re not,
Where men were demeaned
for respecting women.
Imagine a world
no different than our own
except that
everything was divided.
Where whites fought with blacks,
over basic rights,
Where democrats fought with republicans
for not seeing eye-to-eye,
Where women fought with men,
for equality they deserve,
Where countries fought with countries,
for greed, power, and prestige.
Imagine a world
no different than our own
except that
life was fleeting.
Where people only lived
for limited years,
Where time was squandered
on things that don’t matter.
Where people were consumed
by greed, power, and prestige,
Where life was controlled
by the quest for more.

Imagine a world
no different than our own.
666 · Oct 2014
Experiment of Life
Prodigy Oct 2014
If life is an experiment,
where are the variables?
Are they evident?

People come and people go,
places change, people age,
And you adapt as you grow.

Feelings vary through the years,
there’s love, there’s loss,
there’s joy, and tears.

The conditions change, from time to time,
Different settings, journeys new,
no set paradigm.

And the subjects shift,
in the focus of life,
some a curse, some a gift.

Some say happiness comes from within,
but I name it the dependent variable,
changing to reflect life’s every whim.

But there’s one thing I seem to miss:
If life’s an experiment,
where’s the constant in all of this?

Is the constant life, breathing, living?

Is the constant you, existing, here?
Is the constant love, growing, giving?

Is the constant intangible?
Is it time, or place?
What is the unchanging variable?

What does humanity all somehow share?
What connects us to each other,
and throughout our lives is always there?
Prodigy Feb 2016
Treat her like she’s a play.
Look at her like you’re trying to memorize every subtlety,
Every hint of beauty,
Every graceful rise and fall of her movement.

Hear her like she’s a verse.
Listen to her closely, understanding every word,
Every hidden meaning,
Every cleaver twist of unspoken metaphor.

Speak to her like she’s a muse,
Choose every word like poetry flowing from your lips,
Every phrase of praise,
Every gentle pause a silent cry for more.

Read her like she’s thriller.
Turn the pages with mounting anticipation,
Every surprise a thrill,
Every careful twist a step towards unravelling a mystery.

Love her like she’s a novel,
Like she’s an entire world in your hands,
Every page a masterpiece,
Every chapter an adventure too precious to shelve.
629 · Apr 2016
Love (Not-Recommended)
Prodigy Apr 2016
I used to think love was a weakness.
It was a devastating curse
Which infected everyone I knew,
And turned them pining, sad,
Vulnerable.

And then I thought it was fate.
It was an inevitable trial,
That some could survive,
Some could fight,
But few would win.

For a time, love was strength.
It was the source of energy,
The breeze in the heat,
Or the charm of the night,
Something beautiful.

But then, love turned bitter.
It was laced with hatred,
Pierced by jealousy
And cries of the heart,  
Poisoned tears.

But now I see that love is torture.
It’s the weakness that saps strength,
The fate that you can’t escape,
The bitter pain tainting the words,
“I love you.”

And the worst part is, despite it all,
That I do.
608 · Jul 2015
Boxed in.
Prodigy Jul 2015
On one side there’s fear.
Fear that I’ll die alone
fear that I’ll fall
fear that I’ll fail.
On one side there’s hurt.
Hurt that I’m forgotten.
Hurt that you’re not.
Hurt that I’m ignored.
On one side there’s joy.
Joy at some praises.
Joy at kind words.
Joy I can’t enjoy.
On one side there’s frustration.
Frustration I can’t articulate.
Frustration I can’t fix.
Frustration I can’t escape.
And I’m all boxed in.
607 · Oct 2014
Up in the Clouds
Prodigy Oct 2014
I’m slipping, sliding,
right into the dark.
I’m twisting, turning,
falling apart.

I’m flying, soaring,
up in the clouds.
I’m running, sprinting
across the grounds.

I’m hiding, shrinking,
under the stairs.
I’m searching, seeking,
looking nowhere.

I’m laughing, joking,
having some fun.
I’m talking, shouting,
telling no one.

I’m crying, sobbing,
drying my tears.
I’m leaping, jumping,
crashing down here.

I’m dying, living,
both at once.
I’m thinking, learning,
what the world wants.

I’m sleeping, dreaming,
all in my head.
I’m waking, blinking
here in my bed.
588 · May 2016
"I can fix that."
Prodigy May 2016
“I can fix that”
Glares out from the glowing screen
As if your lack of a relationship is a problem.
It’s because of people like you
That I’d rather be alone.


“I can fix that”
As if you’re an object
Broken and in need of repair.
There’s nothing wrong with me;
I’ll repeat it ’till it’s true.


“I can fix that”
And you start to think,
Maybe they’re right?
Maybe there is something wrong,
Maybe I should give it a try.


“I can fix that”
Drills and bores into your brain,
How nice being normal would be.
But I can’t be fixed; not by you,
Not by anyone.


“I can fix that.”
That leering smile etched into your mind,
As you shy away from the touch.
Can’t you understand me?
I. Don’t. Want. Y.ou.


“I can fix that.”
You want to scream; you’re not project,
Not an object, not broken.
*Or at least I wasn’t broken,
Until I met you.
[only partially based on real events]
587 · Jun 2015
Distance
Prodigy Jun 2015
If every mile between us was a year,
we would be millennia apart.
If every lonely breath was a dying star,
the night sky would be black as ink.
If every tear was a page in a book,
between us, we could fill volumes.

If every bit of longing was a rubber band,
my heart would explode from pressure.
If every moment alone was a color lost,
my world would soon go dark.
If every day without you was a heap of gold,
I would sacrifice it in a heartbeat.

If only were together again,
the distance would close,
the sun would return,
the pages would burn.

If only I could see you again,
my heart would ease,
I’d regain my sight,
I would be alright.
Prodigy Feb 2015
I used to be able to write poems.

I could make them rhyme,
make them happy,
make them sad.
I could make them flow,
make them float,
make them feel.

I could put into words
everything I felt,
everything I knew.
I could pour my heart out
onto the paper,
onto the screen.

But then something changed.

I lost the spark that I had,
that inspiration,
that drive.
I lost the thing that kept me going,
that encouraged me,
that pushed me on.

I lost the one who made me laugh
when I was tired,
when I wanted to quit.
I lost the one who told me to write
when I was out of ideas
when I was frustrated.

I lost the one who made writing worthwhile.

I lost you.

I used to be able to write poems;
Now, I just feel them.
568 · Oct 2014
Why?
Prodigy Oct 2014
Why can’t I see you?
Why aren’t you there?
Why have you left me?
Why don’t you care?

Why don’t you visit?
Why don’t you write?
Why have you gone?
Why can’t you fight?

Why don’t they tell me,
why you don’t come back?
Why must they worry?
Why must I pack?

Why are we leaving?
Why should we go?
Why aren’t you coming?
Why can’t I know?

Why do you lie there?
Why don’t you move?
Why can’t you come?
Why don’t they approve?

Why won’t you look at me?
Why won’t you walk?
Why can’t you hug me?
Why won’t you talk?

Why are they dragging me?
Why are they crying?
Why do they apologize?
Why tell me about dying?

Why are they hugging me?
Why are there tears?
Why can’t I talk to you?
Why can’t you hear?

Why do they shut you off?

Why do they bury you?
Why can’t you get out?
Why can’t I come too?

Why do they tell me
that you’re not coming back?
Why do they hug me
and whisper and pat my back?

What do they mean you’re gone?
What do they mean you’ve died?
Why can’t I come with you?
Why didn’t you comfort when I cried?

I don’t know what these people mean,
I don’t understand what they say.
I just want my daddy back
I just want him there to stay.

Though they tell me it can’t happen,
They tell me you’ll always be there.
If only in my secret heart,
if only because I care.

I guess that’s enough for now,
until you come back to me.
They tell me that I’m wrong, 
but I know somehow it’ll be.

You’ll come back, I know you will,
and I’ll wait each and every night.
For you to return to tuck me in,
and turn off my bedroom light.

I’ll wait.
554 · Jul 2015
Ugh, feelings.
Prodigy Jul 2015
My feelings swing in circles.

Given no reason,
at first meeting,
I hate everyone.

Given a reason,
and the right person,
I overcome the hate.

Given more reasons,
maybe, just maybe
I begin to love.

Then there's just one reason,
and it tears it all down.
I'm hurt.

Then another reason,
the blade is twisted.
I'm scarred.

Then a final reason,
I stop fighting.
I'm destroyed.

And I end where I began.
519 · Apr 2015
Self-pitying BS
Prodigy Apr 2015
I shouldn’t be mad
that they didn’t invite me.
They’re allowed to do things without me.

I shouldn’t be hurt
that they’re talking right over me.
They’re allowed to have conversations around me.

I shouldn’t feel bad
that they aren’t including me.
They’re allowed to not want me.
Prodigy Nov 2014
Life isn’t fair, they tell me,
it’s not always cut and dry.

You can’t always get what you want,
but that just leaves me asking why?

Ignorance is bliss, supposedly,
some days I wish I’d never met you.

Anything is possible, they say,
doesn’t that apply to us too?

Money can’t buy happiness,
but it can buy a plane ticket.

Everything happens for a reason,
well that reason can go stick it.

A closed door is a window opened
but what if the door was never there?

They tell you to *follow your heart
,
My heart’s with you; it’s not going anywhere.
515 · May 2015
She seems nice.
Prodigy May 2015
She seems nice.
If you’re into one word responses,
and silent, bored stares.

She seems nice.
If you’re into lackluster smiles
and unenthusiastic vibes.

She seems nice.
If you’re into rants and complaints,
and acerbic comments.

She seems nice.
If you’re into rolled eyes,
and, “You’re not funny,” replies.

She seems nice.
If you’re into judgmental glances,
and not taking chances.

She seems nice.
If you’re into insecure hand holding,
and constant reinforcement.

She seems nice.
If you’re into that.
Prodigy Feb 2016
Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
That would change
E v e r y t h i n g

Please don’t stay you love me
Because if you do
You wouldn’t have
A n y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
You would lose
E v e r y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
I wouldn’t say
A n y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because even if you do
I don’t love
Y o u.
488 · Mar 2015
Sometimes
Prodigy Mar 2015
Sometimes I try to remind myself
that all good things
must end.
Sometimes I try to persuade myself
that I’ll never lose
the memories.
Sometimes I try to tell myself
that all I need is
to move on.
Sometimes I try to force myself
to forget how happy
I was then.

Sometimes I try to convince myself
that I’ll meet another
like you.

I wonder why it never seems to work.
465 · Oct 2014
Tatters
Prodigy Oct 2014
My life is in tatters,
in shambles
in shreds.

None of this matters,
these gambles,
this dread.

I can’t help but wonder,
and worry
and stress

My action are blunders,
a flurry,
a mess.

My world is spinning,
is twisting,
is falling.

The paranoia’s winning,
it’s persisting,
it’s calling.

My control is waning,
it’s dying,
it’s paling.

This smile I’m feigning,
I’m crying,
I’m failing.

My days are numbered,
are checked,
are few.

And I feel so encumbered,
I can’t connect
with you.
463 · Jun 2015
Emotion, or lack thereof
Prodigy Jun 2015
I hate emotion.
It’s poison,
it’s weakness,
it’s pain.
I hate feeling.
it’s destruction,
it’s obliteration,
it’s damaging.
I hate sentiment.
It’s vulnerability,
it’s tears,
it’s pathetic.
But I can’t keep them away.
I love stoicism.
It’s strength,
it’s armor,
it’s walls.
I love privacy.
It’s respect,
it’s secure,
it’s safe.
I love silence.
It’s clear,
it’s impenetrable,
it’s threatening.
But I can’t keep them up.
459 · Oct 2014
Bijou
Prodigy Oct 2014
Bijou, bijou,
sparkling soft,
you tiny jewel,
you.

Bijou, bijou,
twinkling light
beautifies all
anew.

Bijou, bijou,
graceful charm
bestows an elegant
hue.

Bijou, bijou,
covet of many,
possession of
few.

Bijou, bijou,
a drop on a leaf
in the morning light,
dew.
457 · Nov 2016
To Former Me
Prodigy Nov 2016
To former me,
From starry eyed idealist
To hardened cynic -
I corrupted you.
I turned you into what I am
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I couldn’t meet your expectations;
Somehow it hurts the worst
To let you down.

To former me,
The plan you made was perfect
Until I took it
And turned it to ****.
I’m sorry I failed you.
You had such big dreams-
But failure is much more terrifying now.
I’m sorry things changed,
And I wish I could tell you
That I’m happy.

To former me,
I’m sorry I left you behind.
The me that is writing this
Is new and foreign to you.
Sometimes I think you’d be glad,
You’d love my confidence, my creativity,
My theories, and my style,
But at this very moment,
At this.
Exact.
Moment.
I think you’d hate me
446 · Sep 2015
Undone [Beat poem]
Prodigy Sep 2015
People have asked me how I feel. It’s not simple sadness - it’s far less real- but more a resigned sense of loss. I guess… I guess I’d say it’s like when your shoelaces come untied and you look down at them, you see the laces laying listlessly on the ground, but you don’t reach down, you don’t twist them back into a knot and rescue them from the dirt. It’s not that you don’t want to, it’s simply that something is lacking - the energy, the motivation, the care. And so you keep walking, and with every step you take, you see those laces snake around your feet. They tangle with each other, trampled by your shoes, but you don’t care. You don’t have the energy to lose. Instead, you let them drag in the dirt, in the wet, in the dust. You let them because you just don’t care. After all, it’s not as if your shoes have fallen off; the laces are still doing their job, just not as efficiently. They’ve been compromised; they’re acting differently. And that’s fine. But the worst is when people look at you, look down and say to you, “Oh, your shoe laces are untied,” realizing it anew. As if you’re not aware with every step you take that those tiny plastic nibs at the ends of a fraying string are slapping against the floor, raking across the ground. As if you can’t feel the looseness in your shoes, the vulnerability, and the sense that they no longer feel quite as snug and might fall off at the slightest tug. As if you can’t look down and see them dragging, twisting like snakes trailing  in your wake. Yes, you know your shoe laces are untied. It doesn’t matter what you’ve told yourself, it doesn’t matter if you’ve lied. You know. You know, but you’re not going to do anything about it because why? Why bother? You’ll have to untie them eventually; you saw it coming, that inevitability. Everything must break. Everything must come apart, every shoelace, every person, every work of art. Nothing can stay together in the long run. We might as well let it come undone.
394 · Oct 2014
Odd
Prodigy Oct 2014
Odd
It is odd to write about writing,
the words sometimes write themselves.
It’s like a poem about poetry,
about the troubles and frustrating spells.

It’s odd to think about thinking,
it’ll make your eyes go crossed.
It’s odd to talk about talking,
for soon you’re completely lost.

Though why you’d want to write about writing,
I’m not entirely sure.
Or why you’d make a poem about poetry,
It seems a bit of a bore.

And why would you think about thinking?
If not to make your head pound.
Or why would you talk about talking?
Surely there are better things around.

And yet it seems I’ve done just that:
I’ve written a poem about writing a poem,
all about poetry.
I’ve written a thing about writing a thing,
all about writing, you see.

As I said before, it’s odd to do,
and even stranger to behold.
Well, what can I say, I’m odd as well,
and, yes, God broke the mold.
382 · Nov 2014
Untitled
Prodigy Nov 2014
Life
is just a
roller coaster
of ups and of downs
of ins and of outs, twisting,
turning, rising, falling, jerking, gliding,
sometimes you can see the turns coming
sometimes you take them blind,
going with the flow, being
tossed and taken, and
bruised, shaken,
just part of
life.
381 · Oct 2014
Sounds of Life
Prodigy Oct 2014
The clock calls
       and the water falls,
                 spilling to the floor.

The bell rings
       and the kettle sings,
                as you’ve been waiting for.

The timer ticks
       and the candle wicks,
                      oil to the flame

The dogs sit
       and the birds flit,
                  as they play their game.

The children whine
       and the wind chimes,
                  a twinkle and a laugh.

The cats purr
       and the fans whirr,
                  sparking up a draft.

The day passes,
       through fogged glasses,
                  of the watching wife.

The daily routine
       and the normal scene -
                the song and sound of life.
368 · Dec 2014
Untitled
Prodigy Dec 2014
It was the unbearable lightness
of intense dark
that drove me to madness,
that kept me sane.
363 · Jul 2016
Letters I Never Sent
Prodigy Jul 2016
There are so many letters I never sent,
Stuffed in their decaying envelopes,
Words etched onto the paper
Like drops of blood
Thinned by tears.

There are so many things I never said,
Words that dried up on my tongue
Like a flower shriveling,
Crumbling away
Til nothing’s left.

There are so many thoughts I never shared,
Each one circling round my head,
Begging to be the first domino
In a cause and effect
That’d change my life.

There are so many things I never did,
Actions aborted by my cowardice,
Little things I wanted so bad-
Your head on my shoulder,
Your hand in mine.

There are so many letters I never sent,
That leave me wondering, wishing,
But in the end, it’s safer this way-
Wondering, wishing,
But not knowing.
362 · Jun 2015
Flying, Falling
Prodigy Jun 2015
I used to dream about flying.
I’d reach the stars
I’d circle the sun.
I’d overcome gravity,
I’d finally be free.
Now, I’m too afraid of falling.
I’m scared I’ll crash,
I’m terrified to fail.
I’m afraid of regret,
I’m petrified to jump.
And so I stay on the ground.
I hide my feelings,
I conceal my fears.
I disguise my doubts,
I play at satisfaction.
And everyone believes.
352 · Dec 2014
The Show Must Go On
Prodigy Dec 2014
You are like a theater
to which people flock
to witness your
complexity
profundity
vibrancy.
You are hilarious, a comedy,
but then the scenery changes,
and you become
serious
sensitive
thoughtful.
You are a stage, a blank slate
to which people run to escape,
and you help them
relax
forget
carry on.
You are a set, a façade,
which hides the real you,
and instead projects
happiness
confidence
bravado.
You are backstage as well,
a mess of darkened chaos,
the curtains hiding your
insecurities
sensitivity
fear.
You are an selfless actor,
ignoring what you feel inside,
to instead don the
makeup
costume
mask.
You raise the lights,
you feign a smile,
because the show
must
go
on.
340 · Oct 2014
Time [10w]
Prodigy Oct 2014
The dream of the busy,
the curse of the bored.
339 · Apr 2015
Conflicted.
Prodigy Apr 2015
I’m not upset.
I’m not.
I’m not disappointed,
I’m not.
I’m not sad.
I’m not.
What I am
is scared.
Conflicted.
And left wishing
that I still had
the one person
who would know
what to do
who would be there
by my side
through all of this.
I don’t care.
I don’t.
I just need to
talk to you.
I need you here.
334 · Nov 2014
Head or Heart?
Prodigy Nov 2014
Head or heart?
The question of the day.
Stop or start?
They pull a different way.
Head avoids pain,
Takes the safe route.
Heart feels the strain,
It ignores all the doubt.
But in the indecision,
the moment disappears.
Leaving you in division,
Broken heart spilling tears.
319 · Oct 2014
Writer's Block
Prodigy Oct 2014
Writer's block,
what a horrible thing.
I just want to **** it with a stick.

Writer's block,
is so despicable,
the very thought makes me sick.

Writer’s block,
just go away!
No one wants you - leave us be.

Writer’s block,
is that you again?
I thought I told you to get away from me.

Writer’s block,
UGH, I hate you.
Can’t you see where you’re not wanted?

Writer’s block,
yeah, I see you there.
You know I don’t enjoy being taunted.

Writer’s block,
leave me alone.
You’re getting on my last nerve.

Writer’s block,
I’ll strangle you.
It’s far more than you deserve.

Writer’s block,
what is it now?
No, I do NOT want you to stay.

Writer’s block,
I hate you.
Now won’t you PLEASE go away?
308 · Oct 2014
Empty
Prodigy Oct 2014
All I do is give my life,
I let it flow at your will.

All I do is shed my soul,
with no hope of refill.

I’ve rested so long
in the palm of your hand.

Moving where you want,
making people understand.

Each day I’m the first
to hear each thought.

To take your notes,
doodle and whatnot.

Every movement I make,
is by your command.

If ever I failed you,
that I couldn’t stand.

But one day it happens,
my soul runs dry.

My life force is gone,
and you wonder why.

You pushed me too far,
used me too much.

And now you’re off
to find a new crutch.

You toss me away,
your faithful companion.

Into the wastebasket I go,
with hopeless abandon.

I was there for you always,
no matter where or when.

I was always in your pocket,
Now I’m just an empty pen.
291 · Sep 2015
When you remember
Prodigy Sep 2015
It’s the worst in the morning
when you remember.
You remember why you’re alone,
why you woke up cold,
without his arms around you.
You remember why you hurt,
why you feel like crying,
like there’s a weight in your chest.
You remember why your eyes are tired,
why there are stains on your cheeks,
and a box of tissues at your pillow.
It’s the worst in the morning
when you remember.
289 · Oct 2014
Enough
Prodigy Oct 2014
How thin is thin enough?
When you’re too weak to move.

How pretty is pretty enough?
What have you to prove?

How deep is deep enough?
When the cuts can’t hide the pain.

How long is long enough?
When joy goes down the drain.

How strong is strong enough?
To stand up to the hurt inside.

How wrong is wrong enough?
To give up your foolish pride.

How close is close enough?
To being almost real.

How far is far enough?
That you don’t have to feel.

How bad is bad enough?
That you can finally say goodbye.

How much is quite enough?
That you no longer care to try.

The way you are, here and now,
is more than thin enough.

To believe less, I wouldn’t allow-
you’re more than pretty enough.

Stop the cuts, stop the tears,
they’re quite enough the way they are.

Just remember the people here,
By your side, never far.

Don’t run away, don’t hide your face,
it won’t do you any good.

Face your fears, let us in,
for next to you we’ve always stood.
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