I remember living in metaphors
Seeing things as they really weren't
Finding beauty in the negligible
Knowing all too well
That it would never be enough
But it wouldn't hurt to try
Except it did hurt to try
I've still got scars from my pen
And bruises from your words
I don't remember how to heal
And I forgot how to rhyme
And my poetry is pathetic
I wanted to be a writer
But words are strangers to me now
I can't play with them anymore
So I'll replace them with silence
But silence hurts even more
It cuts deeper than any noise
This is the first poem I've written in months
Writer's block is a myth
I never ran out of ideas
I ran out of words
And metaphors don't do my ideas justice
Because they were real
Heavy and solid
Sitting on your ribcage
Breathing down your neck
They were physical
Even if you couldn't see them
You could feel them
We fell apart
Like a blown down house of cards
Literally we were fine
As fine as we could get
We just chose silence over words
I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted
Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery
Should I attract these creatures instead?
Soon before they turn, better hurry
I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark
Only some pair of green round lights
I froze the moment I heared them bark
Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites
The faces of these beasts covered blood
Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave
Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead
I prayed angels to hold me and save
Are my pledges thrown into this pit?
Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?
By Arcassin Burnham
Just strolling along , just standing in place , i would,
show you more than what really happens in this place if i could,
skies are getting dark and grey , as it persuades , message,
if anything nobody listens to me so i pillage,
i could still see the stars , like its apart of my life,
i wish to find a stunning gorgeous guardian of a wife,
long hair to the back , isn't that a fact , i could make,
everybody wish they had a soulmate on an interstate,
Pretending i have a good home to come to , while thinking,
it was all a hoax that i provoked , this ship is sinking,
having life situations bore me , so i did,
the most responsible thing in the world , the choice that i picked.
without a goodbye or a sayonara..
and every promise that we made is gone in the wind,
the spirits they crave but it never comes through,
The Last Bit,
Of people wondered when their hearts will ever get saved,
and i'm one of them,
its way too early for the bullshit,
the sunlight shines in my eyes,
i swear on life i wanna just quit,
i stopped trading blows for this disguise,
And all my life I've tried to quit,
five other times I've tried to end it,
I know that i'm not good enough,
for the rapture all the way to the end of a brand new.
Sometimes I like to play pretend
And when I do
I pretend that you are mine
That I am the one that holds your hand
while walking down the hall or across the street
not caring about who saw or what they thought
That I am the one that kisses you
during the mornings and evenings
in front of all your friends
loving the way your lips fit on mine
That I am the one that holds you
whether it be day or night
I will always hold you tight
never wanting to let go
That I am the one who’s hands are on your hips
and yours placed so perfectly around my neck
or with your back pressed up against my chest
and we’ll dance and move to the music
That I am the one looking lovingly at your face
lying right next to mine
as you sleep in my arms
unable to look away from your incredible beauty
And somehow I’ll lose myself
while playing pretend
That you aren't mine
It’s him that holds your hand
for everyone to see and acknowledge
Its those very hands that I envy
just because they get to touch you
It’s his lips that you kiss
the same ones that curses have slipped out of
just as much as the loving whispers
he spills into your ears
It’s his arms you’ve been in
the arms that have held you safe
and carried you away
going only God knows where
It’s his hands on your hips
that you allowed him to do
sometimes so incredibly lovingly
others that are aggressive and passionate
It is him who you fall asleep next to
who you see first thing in the morning
and the last thing you see at night
But still I will pretend you are mine
never losing the fact that you are his
And somehow I still love you
Tell me something love can do
while finding ways to ease this pain
Whisper all how care could lie
I'd slay by sword; you mark my words
And while I shout all the doubt inside
hand me the trust you once hath promised
There, under the love we once caressed
that laid beneath the deepest crest
We no longer do
We've known it
yet we pretend
I’m tired of thinking of you all the time,
It’s stupid that I can’t keep you off my mind.
I lay awake at night thinking of pretend kisses
And dreaming one day of being your Mrs.
It’s stupid I know,
But my thoughts are out of control.
I bet you don’t even think of me,
Not for a millisecond it seems to be.
Of course, I don’t know this for sure,
But if you did, I’d like to think you’d send and “Okay sure!”
You didn’t even reply to the last text I sent you,
I bet you didn’t even read my pathetic plea.
Now I waste my nights thinking of lost dreams
All because you made be believe we could be.
I'm willing to forget all the pain you've caused me
I wouldn't reminisce in the puddles of tears under my bed,
"There must be a leak,"
Is what I'd simply pretend .
Do you know what type of pain,
That thoughts of missing you bring ?
I bet I'd forget,
If only you'd say you're sorry .
I purchased a ticket to your matinée.
You sold me on the storyline.
Boy likes girl,
girl likes boy,
live happily ever after.
Everyone loves a happy ending.
Here I am, front row and center,
popcorn in hand;
clueless as to why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.
Nonetheless, here for you.
The curtain rises, it's your time to shine.
It's just like you said,
boy likes girl,
girl likes boy.
There are no two hearts more in unison,
though it seems something unsettles his mind.
Thoughts of her lying,
Thoughts of her cheating,
Thoughts of her leaving,
I am waiting.
Where is the happy ending?
I am here waiting to watch you love,
to watch you hold,
to watch you unite.
I throw popcorn at your deceit,
at your paranoia,
at your hysteria.
You ripped me off.
I now know why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.