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River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,

                              you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
 Jan 2014 sinderella
Jenny Jin
I was a child filled with wonder
filled with love and curiosity.
I was a child who loved questions
and to wander without anxiety.

Not even a year old
had my heart turned cold.

As a child,
I was relied on,
depended on,
beaten on.

As a child,
I only knew pain,
heartache
and how life
truly was.

Life wasn't fair
not even to a child.
Not to a child's heart
without a care.

Only a few rays of light
shed through the cracks
in the wall of my heart.

Not even an adult
had my eyes become
so old . . .so alone.

The only thought that remained
"Become stronger. Stronger.
No limitations, no excuses."
I had to be stronger for her.
So she wouldn't crumble.

I have become stronger
but I have become a stranger.

My strength leaves me though,
when he holds me tightly.
His arms become my home.
and his heart is my life.

This was my answer,
she has also grown stronger.
I have been on autopilot all along.
I should have just known.
I am Strong on my own.
But I am Stronger
with the friends I have found.
 Jan 2014 sinderella
Traveler
These questions throughout ages
Have set our greatest quest
Searching for a path
That continues beyond death
It appears the nature of our soul
Is to bring forth good intentions
To overcome the barriers
Of our mind's misled inventions
These lessons can't be taught
By the words of some great teacher
Or by walking in the steps
Of some over zealous preacher
The experience of the knowing
Is an empirical gather wisdom
Guided by the universe
For those who've learned to listen...
Saying your name makes my tongue burn
And I wish that I could float above you like
The smoke that flows out of your mouth
And I wish that saying my name made
Your lungs itch and hurt and flare up
I want to watch you sleep and breathe
I want you to miss me and the way I smell
One day we will look back on this and
Feel absolutely nothing but the ache
Will somehow never leave our tired bodies
I feel so stupid when I sit by my window
And think about the way your fingers felt
When they touched my cheek
I feel so stupid when I think about your
Stupid fingers because they felt cold then
And they still feel cold now
I hate this so much
I hate you so much
I hate myself so much
I wish I missed you
I wish you missed me please
Please please please please
Come back
Please I'm begging you to listen to me
Please
You were born from stardust
That makes you a star
You are a brilliant light
That shines endlessly
Through the night
You are a wish
Somebody's first oppurtunity
Somone's last chance
You are a guide
To those lost
Down on the Earth's surface
Who just want to go home
You are a star
And stars only have a certain
Amount of time before
The pressure builds up and you
Explode



You are a star
And you are home now

(MTH 1/29/2014 2:40am)
missing you in my skin
so the scratching begins
shut my brain off
turn my feeling on
switch gears
clawing digging relief
then squeezing the heat
draw my nails up my ankles
digging them deep
I miss you no more
within you sink
feeling you vibrate
In feeling we meet
open my legs drawing up
to my inner thighs
rake those nails in
sizzle it good
think not once
only feel good
sting a little
quake with zeal
rub it softly
rub it light
ever so softly
now pinch it just right
wake up my body
close down my mind
scratch thoughts away
freeing my mind
Changes happen quickly
That’s what happens when you have a fickle heart
Oh to be human
Oh to feel –
But wait, aren’t those the same?

A complete paradigm shift
Like an earthquake of the mind
Leaves wreckage in scattered memories,
Beautiful trinkets lost in the rubble of broken homes.

What a metaphor for the heart!

Can you dare to believe that someone will heal you?
How could you put that weight on someone’s shoulders?
Your pain is yours to bear
Despite sweetened words and rosy promises.

You can’t fix anyone from the inside out either.
Eyes only see the surface,
Only see the façade, unintentional or otherwise.
Truth does not exist for you to see.

Truth. What is truth in love?
Is there truth in love?
Or is love a woven contradiction of hopes and fears,
Bent on the naïve wishes of teenage girls longing to be adored by boys with bright blue eyes and midnight hair?

Does the heart have a shape?
Curves and straight edges?
I think it’s a gooey blob that drips across the barroom floor
And if you’re not careful to clean up the mess you leave behind
You leave yourself behind.

Funny how that works. Ironic perhaps, but definitely cynical.

And if you don’t clean up like your mother always told you to,
Then it’s really your fault if you ask me.
Shouldn’t you know better by now?
After years of hearing what’s good for you and what isn’t
Why do you still have to be so stupidly stubborn?

You’re wrong, just face it.
Your heart is a useless lump that pumps hot red blasts through your body
That splashes pink across your face and lips
And catch his eye.

But don’t say I never told you, no don’t you dare say I never told you
That this silly little love story would end,
That it wasn’t even a love story to begin with.
Hell, it wasn’t even a story -
Just a ****** poem written in a lost-in-the-rubble diary that’s falling apart.

Yeah, I told you so.
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