Cynthia

Cynthia Mar 2018

His breath is the theme in our poetry,
my moans are the words that bleed onto the page.
His fingers are the gentle, precise cursive
that unlocks lust from it's paper cage.

Every space between the lines
were kisses from my neck to thighs.
His literature is for only me,
and I will be his poetry.

Cynthia Mar 2018

exhaustion

Exhaustion torments my sluggish mind,
The bed seduces me to surrender my fight.
And with so much that I must leave behind,
It’s time I close my restless eyes.

Cynthia Dec 2017

The poison inside of you

The darkness that seduces -
has left you tempting fate.
You will dance into my life..
and you will suffocate.

You will become addicted
to the burn and to the sin.
You will lift your cup with mine
and unite our love with poison.

Oct 2017

Corwin Schneider

A life's story

When a parent has a child
They love him with care
At least that is what was supposed to happen
But instead they left him bare
Let him go without a second thought
Oh I'll take this liquid poison over them instead
How in hell is she not dead

The one who brings him in
Making him as happy as happiness can be
But you would never know.
That this child was me.

Keep it in don't tell a soul
No one cares
No one wants to know
Brought into a strange family
Away from the problems
Making a future
Given a second chance with endless possibilities

I was taken away from the sour stench
The sting of smoke in the air
I do not remember much
Except her awful touch
The feeling to the pit of my stomach
The hate deep within my soul
It was fun she said
But even today I wish she wasn't here
Take my brothers place
Bring him back
You should have been the one to go.
I hate you I yelled as I fled
I wish you were dead.

For that is cruel I know
But it is true nonetheless
For I have none of these.
No regrets
It is the truth you see
Although slightly absurd.
But in the end the truth tends to be a bit more painfulthan you want it to be
As you fall down to your knee.

Cynthia Oct 2017

a moment in time

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul,
but your dark iris's and heart prove to be cold
and barren of love, or life, or hope.

I took the knife from your back with care.
With gentle touch, I stitched the tear
to reveal a secret unbelievably rare.

A smile broke on to your face,
leaving my heart to shatter and break.
For that split second my soul shall always ache.

Cynthia Sep 2017

Funeral

In middle school everyone was so mean and sad,
walking around the hallways wearing nothing but black.
So many heads down and eyes staring at the ground,
some kids walked like ghosts and just never made a sound.
We wore black to remember the happiness we all once had,
But our depressions never mattered because kids in Africa had it bad;
We were dramatic because there's war in Iraq.
You called us ignorant because we weren't happy with what we have.
My best friend took his life one year after middle school,
kids were so damaged that they only knew how to be cruel.
He didn't hesitate to tie a simple knot,
But it's ok, because he's just ignorant and his hurting was "wrong."
Now a mother cries out every night,
a Father can do nothing but hold her tight
as they mourn because they will never forget the sight
of their baby grown up with a silent mouth and frozen eyes.
Open your hearts to my generations hurt,
join our funeral from years before.
Today we gather with hearts torn and skin scarred
to remember who we were and cherish now, who we are.

#suicide #depression #healing #funeral #loss

Cynthia Sep 2017

The Death of Happiness

I tried to keep you in my heart,
but your death had made it stone.
Several times, I've called your name
but you're already gone.
My soul knows only loss and pain,
you have been my truest friend.
I finally bid adieu
to you, my happiness.