I woke up to screams, so loudly and piercing I felt my heart stop

and seems as if it leaped out of my body,

I kept hearing it

and it seemed to get louder & louder,

a beautiful siren's hollow cries

and wails calling from the unknown darkest places

I've longs to forget

and in the mist of the midnight those screams

haunted me awake,

I felt chills

and fear like never before, it got closer louder even still

and my whole being froze,

I can feel the blood in me go cold and as dark

as I am I'm sure I was a ghostly white

when I felt another's present

and those screams seems to go on forever,

I couldn't open my eyes,

I was to afraid to see what might come next,

at best

I thought whatever it was it'd get me,

I hide under the blankets and seems the screams followed me,

I jumped outta bed with my eyes closed

and

pressed myself against the walls,

I tried

oh how I tried to call out but

the problem

was it was

I the one

letting out this uncontrollable

SCREAM!

Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
         K.A.C.L.N ©
     All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©

I guess when it comes down to it,
We are all just chasing and running from certain ghosts that haunt our thoughts.
So we either go looking for them to try and ease our mind,
Or we run as fast as we can from them,
Hoping they fall far, far behind.

I hear the cries emanating from your words
Every letter of every sentence is a story
that only your broken heart can tell.

The longing for peace inside
brings chaos within your cracked bones
I hope that honey starts to drip
out of your scars instead of blood.

The thoughts spinning in your mind
now resemble the whorls in outer space
galaxies of decisions to take
follow the path of stars that lie in your heart.

I know how hard it is to open your eyes
face the world
and live behind your insecurities
let your skin jump from excitement
not from fear that causes constriction of yourself.

You haven't failed yourself
when you chose silence over speech
these pens have screamed louder than anything
one day they will hurt those who wounded you
so that the guilt inside
will keep them awake night after night,
I will continue to pray for you.

Soft heart and lips,
skin like pillows
chest a haven for whoever
is privileged enough
to find comfort in it
don't let the harsh days
blister the frame
that holds you, the artwork, together.

Allow these poems to rebuild you
so that you realize that homes out of people
burn faster than gasoline on fire
and that the paradise you crafted
out of your bathroom floor
corners of busy rooms
tears on scratched paper
and wrinkles on your tired forehead
is the one that will revive you forever.

Stay strong.