KM Hanslik Apr 8
My fingers don't know how
to hold things properly
they know how to tremble and how to crush and they know the weight
of their actions,
because their actions have never been
very conducive to healing.
My chest doesn't know
how to hold things gently, it knows
how to break open and pour shards of glass
into the palms of others, it knows
the sandpapery grit left behind, but it never learned
how to love gently
only how to tear things open from being
too full.
My hands are warm, they ask
before they touch things. What ever happened to
giving permission?
My heart is soft, it stirs easily at
the smallest tug of things, but I can't
teach it how to love without
breaking open, and I can't teach myself how
to hold things properly.
Maybe I'll always break
a few pieces before I learn
to do it right.
Nayana Nair Apr 6
There is a sleep so light
that it rests upon my brow
ever so careful no to slip into my eyes
and I hear its laughter
on my thoughts that have no meaning
or reason
And when it notices
my tears
it takes pity on me
and holds my eyelids down
with the weight of its love
That’s how morning comes
and finds me,
clinging to the sleep,
clinging to the life,
that will soon leave me.
Danielle Apr 5
There’s a marred reflection staring back at me.
I wish I could tell you what was wrong with it.
Its blank gaze and happy expression say everything’s alright.
The pressure builds and sweat beings to seep
The mask begins to slip, but I dare not show the underneath.
I need this face to present to others
For I need their acceptance to feel some worth.
But it’s only what they considered worthy in their eyes
So I’m beholden to their stares as I shift to conform.
Since writing this I have had it said that I can't control how other's see me, I can only control myself. It's hard to undo all the training that I've put myself through these years, but damned if I won't work to be free myself from these feelings.
KM Hanslik Apr 1
So much can happen under the guise of
"fate".
I tie my heartstrings up like ribbons and
cut them lose one-by-one, hoping
they'll find a good home somewhere, hoping
I'll learn to not care where the pieces fall.

So much can happen under the guise of
"love".
I tell you tender things and you tell me I make the mornings lighter
but we all fall prey to our own demons sometimes,
and I'm not sure if mine ever really go away;
there used to be a fine line between
doing something because I want to
and doing something because I have to.
I used to walk that line every day, until
some of the ribbons began to break and I couldn't live with knowing
that I was breaking everyone else too.
Now when my feet start sliding from under me, I
call you and ask how you're doing, and you tell me that it's okay
now when I begin to question everything again, I try to stitch the pieces together in hopes
that it will be enough of something to hold me.
To hold us.
It's a bit tattered, but I think that it will be
enough.
Nayana Nair Mar 28
I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.
Its that feeling you get on the brink of a rough patch
You rush back to the drinking and just crash
You act different, distant and drunk as...
One bad binge then you blink and the cuffs latch
You drink booze, snooze and withdraw
Usually fall, puking and refusing to crawl
Wake up no memories confused at it all
Then a tear surfaces with nervousness
The darkness reemerges, asking is it really worth this
Na but pretend its fun
So fun you don't need a friend when your drunk
Just a loner on a balcony tempted to jump
To mend it with a thump can end it at once
Some days we trip when it rains
Cause the brain can slip
But staying strong though it
Hope someone related to this
take me
from
an
rip
to
an
tide
yeah yeah yeah take me
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mjad Jan 12
things happen
words slip
lips collide
tears drip
but sometimes
those things
are good
loving words
tender kisses
joyful tears
not bad
Poetic T Dec 2017
On tethered dreams I hang upon,
                never really suffocating
on the mirage of my hallucinations
that I skim past.

My feet barely glancing as
      I stem for growth
   to reach this ill choice of wanting.
but  I wilt before slipping in to
         a suspended unconsciousness.

I see the colours of hope above me,
       but these illicit shimmers
keep me hanging from a goal
that could falter me.
       Tethered now within my own disappointment.

Yet I choose this path of least resistance,
    suspended between the ending of my
               continued existence.
Or to just keep looking up
        not seeing that my choices
will someday float beyond my reach.
Jay Dec 2017
A lot of things
In life
Can slip

They slip so easily
It's scary
How precious things
Just leave your
Very fingertips

Like you
You slipped
Right out of
My once fairy tale life
One moment
I was holding your hand
And happiness was clasped
Between our palms
Then the next
I was holding nothing but
Air and sadness
Because of the way
Your hand just
Slipped
Right out of mine
And how you slipped
Right out of my life

Like that metal
It slipped right down
My once whole skin
Straight, even lines
One second
Everything was
Whole, well and good
Then the next
Everything was
Chaos, dark red and hurt
All because of that
One little piece
Of shiny-bright metal
That slipped down my skin
And with it
My hope slipped away too

Like my smile
One day
Everything was full of
Friendly parted lips
And perfect teeth
Then I woke
In tomorrow
And all that my world
Was full of
Was closed lips
And shuttered eyes
All because
That smile just
Slipped
So easily
Right off my lips

Like my very life
I must've been
Carrying it not quite
Carefully enough
Whilst I was walking
Down a rainy road
I must've
Slipped
On some slick patch
Of sorrow
And it just
Slipped
Right out of my
Innocent arms

I couldn't do anything
But sit there
And watch
As my life that
Slipped
Shattered
Into a million
Tiny, broken fragments

But it's okay
Someone came along
And they simply
Slipped
Their warm hand
Into mine
And they looked at me
For only a moment,
But then they saw
The broken skin
Tears
Slipped
Out of their brown eyes
I asked why they cried
For a girl they
Had never spoken to
Then they told me
They knew the pain
Of that particular slip
They knew that
My smile had
Slipped
Away from me
And so we went on an adventure
To find where our smiles
Had stolen off to

With them
I never worried
About my broken life
That had
Slipped
Fallen
And shattered
Because while we were
Off questing for our smiles
Joy
Slipped in between
Our woven fingers
And metal stopped
Slipping
Down our wrists
And hope filled in
The places where the metal
Once was
Then our lost smiles
Slowly began
Slipping
Back onto our faces
And better lives
Made of stardust and steel
Instead of glass and cobwebs
Slipped
Into our arms

Sometimes we feel
Like we're on the verge
Of slipping
And having everything shatter
But each time
We catch each other
And since that day
We've never slipped forever
Maybe we have tripped
But never completely
Lost ourselves in a slip
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