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Rose Alley Aug 2013
It's one of the saddest songs I've ever heard and
Even when I write words to try to change it
It crashes like a schizophrenic bird
Thinking this circle is magical
A twist coming round and round and back again
Then smashing into windows

A child was looking out of a window
It was bring your blank to work day
So he was clearly bored as ****
Mom typing rapid fire
Introducing him to people he could give a **** about

But then he saw a bird
What was it about this bird?
The airplane angle it had
The intent to take the structure down
Kid flipped the **** out and said
'Mom look!'

Mother takes a sip of water
Turns her attention to the world
To realize she's about to die
The crazy bird is a flight
Taking flight into a building
Reverse Legos

September eleventh was a minus sign
Doesn't only happen to us though
Rose Alley Jul 2013
My heart is a massive immaculate fallacy
if I may attempt to say so myself with a queer face
My heart is a subtle severe explosion
if I don't ride that lightening I will crash as it's thunder
My heart is a make believe fairytale friend
if I don't make it to the ending where do I begin?
My heart is a heavy slave ship anchor
if I don't row my boat then I will never find my dreams
My heart is a hostile emotional terrorist
if I don't express myself my chest will rip

My heart is synonymysterious
My heart is honesterical

My heart plays anxie-tee-ball
with future failing children
My heart knocks on the door of the nervous fear
My heart loves
or lack thereof

My heart is a bag of loose screws
someone drive these
My heart is the face in the firelight
someone ignite me
My heart tells me I'm young
drink up
Rose Alley Jul 2013
You talk about eggshells
I hear the crunch as I get closer to you
Thought it was glass breaking but it was too soft beneath my shoe
I can't stay out of your perimeter forever
When the diameter grows bigger and bigger
Pushing me farther away
I can still see soft silhouette

Your skin is so frail
Pale white made of the eggshells at your feet
You reach down time and again
When you're pierced by words
Cutting off oxygen
Penetrated by the carbon dioxide truth
You're not young anymore
Age is ageless numerals
You're not old

How many birds flew away from this pile of youth?
Each one once packaged like a gift
Leaving behind stacks of birth to sift through
You gathered them
Scattered them evenly around you
Put your appearance and self worth into them and
Waited for the crushing blow
Marching toward you from all sides
Your insecurities will swallow you and
The stomping will leave you angry and hollow

We are all hippy chickens
Making wishbones out of peace signs
Hoping for unity
Not realizing it's meant to be broken
A lopsided libra unbalanced
The powers that be
Expect you to follow obediently
Stand in line
You can't take just give
'Short people ain't got no reason to live'
Newman must have know
How difficult it is to create new men
One by one we attempt
To tip the scale in our favor
But the bigger Man
Can push it down with a finger
Like a toppling Pisa tower
A slow motion fall to the ground
A single direction agenda
The momentum gained
With each inch leaning

So stop clowning around
Sweep up your eggshells and
Go buy a dozen more grade A's and
Break them all at once
We don't have much time
Rose Alley Jul 2013
It took a lot for me to learn
To not speak in absolutes
Statements that climb ladders
But quickly fall in chutes
Sentences that build you up
Tall enough to fall flat on your face

Beggars become choosers
Quitters become losers
Nobody likes a quitter
Not with that attitude

I will never
I will never say never
I will never say never again
Rose Alley Jul 2013
Melanie heard a knock at the door
Unaccustomed to visitors
She apprehensively answered said knock

Melanie heard a crash on the floor
Behind her her dinner lay face down
Black cat lapping up the mess

She screamed the same kind as damsels in distress
She wouldn't have minded so much
If she wasn't so ******* poor

Phantom kitty hungry gesture feed me
The stranger stood by and
Knocked again once more

Melanie coulda swore she heard a second knock
Looked at the clock ticking midnight
She tore open the door to find nothing

Melanie felt emptiness
Melanie saw the moon
Melanie knew she would be dead soon
Rose Alley Jul 2013
At some point I tucked away
Somewhere in the back of my head
The idea that before I'm dead
I'll have a daughter
I'll be a father
I'll be forced to figure out how
Fragile this female creature can really be

I'll find all the time in my strength
To be one with her
To hug her head against my chest when she cries
To tell her everything is alright
At least she tried
Never stop trying
Nobody just hops on and
Rides a bike the very first time

It takes failure to finish things
It's the same reason I didn't add training wheels
A false sense of security that
Allows a leaning deviation from truth
You gotta grab life by the handlebars and
Hold on tight
Push one foot in front of the other

I will see in the offspring of her step
That she's come from me
Especially looking her up and down
At the end of the day
To find scraped knees
****** and still bleeding
From honest attempts to fly
She will claim I lied when I said
'It never hurts to try'
She will endlessly question and
Ask me why

I hope I have answers
I want to be able to tell her
Everything is was and is going to be ok
But I can't even say that today
How can I be sure
She won't have to live my life
In the very same way
I did

Every parents biggest fear is having their child turn out like they did
Living the same lies
Making the same mistakes
Never looking up
Tying themselves down to their frowns
Always shivering from trying to shake the sadness off
Taking too many ibuprofen for depression and
Never having that headache fully go away

But my daughter will be brighter
Than I ever was
She will love me unconditionally and
Accept my every flaw
She will call me daddy and break my heart
I want to teach her every good thing I know
But more than likely I will be the student and
The lesson will be love and
I will have remembered what it means to live life to the fullest

My daughter will work harder
Than I ever did and
She will put in half the effort
To get twice the result
She will do anything and everything she wants
Accomplishing admiration and acknowledgment
By simply existing and smiling

My daughter is the water and
I am the seed
I'm in need of her nectar
To change me from **** to flower
Her passion will be the rain

I have big plans for my daughter
But soon I will see she has
Even bigger plans for me
Rose Alley Jul 2013
When I was younger my babysitter was my sister
I would call her my baby sister but she was older than me five and a half years
A mother figure figuring out what to do
Telling me when to boil the water
Or when to change the laundry and
Put it in the dryer and
Always still having time to beat the **** out of me when she was frustrated
But I get it it's ok
It's alright we had to fight
The battles within ourselves externally and verbally
I remember when I called you fat
I didn't really know what it meant
I didn't know it would hurt you like that and
I felt so bad
I remember when grandma died
When you cried and cried and cried and so did I
Only because you were
I know I was always an annoying little kid
I remember at fourteen you fled to grandpas house and
I would soon follow because the pain became too much
I faltered and fell away slowly at first
But eventually my clarity was few and far between and
You became mean
'We don't want you here leave'
So at eighteen I put on my shoes and walked away into the distance
No more armed resistance to your pleas for abandonment
If you would've told me what to say or who to tell it to maybe I would've told somebody
Now we bounce off each other like transferred energy
A steel ball see saw pendulum
But we get along
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