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We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies—

The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—
the smiles faded with the sun
having hopes to scrape the moon
leaving the dreams to fade
sending the faint leave all away

stupid stupor rock their being
making smiles the labor of life
leaving dust on sand dune tops
making clay to sound like Gold

moving in i wonder and smile
if the sun rose with my face
making my being target for the day
leaving all I'll laugh till dawn
I write this word empty.
Squeezed dry of any meaning.
Parched and
                    
                        crumbling,
doused in my ink and yearning
for your reaction.

                                 My night
turned to your morning,
pressed letters split your skin.

You have been written dry;
I fear you no longer.

Good mourning.
 Dec 2014 Sophie Hartl
ThePoet
How much do you have to hate life

to not be scared of death?

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A simple crash is all it took
To encourage a nervous and curious look
Into the bathroom where my mother lay
A blood bath around her, in the middle of the day.

Oh honey, please just look away
You should not see this, please do not stay.


Self-help never works, I could finally see
As she covered her tracks, her eyes never leaving me;
But the evidenced razor lied on the floor
And the pile of pills poured out by the door.

Oh baby, please do not let your father know, too
He wouldn’t understand, the way that you do.


And all of my words held deep inside
Hung on my tongue, my lips were dry.
All of the times you spoke only through words
Left me so confused, viewing life backwards.

You are beautiful, and just so pretty
it is the inside that counts, don’t be so petty.


Oh but momma, can’t you see
How do you expect me to love me?
When you have so much hatred towards yourself?
Enough to clear off the medicine shelf,
Enough to starve, binge, and purge;
You always told me to have some courage.
Enough to cut into yourself: thin and long lines;
You always told me, we would be fine.

But how could this painful sight be so?
Please bow now, mommy, an award for your show.
Disclaimer: This is not a direct representation of my life, by any means. This is fictional and something that came to me randomly.
You fell for another man,
But it's not your fault,
I don't know who I am.

You fell for another man,
Don't protest, you don't see,
There isn't another person.
That man you thought was me.
Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds,
So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light.
As you look up at the stars tonight think of this:
The photons that travel across the universe to your retina,
Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye,
In the same instance.
All these voices in ny head
Telling me when, and where, and what and why.
Something wrong, something right?Different sides of one mind.
Playing tricks like it's a game.
I'm tired, I'm strained my energy is not much to drain.......
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