#ledge
The depression was deep blue,
The color of bruises and veins
Mapping out my journey
Its sharp edges lost to memory
By the jagged white lines
It had been so long
But here I was, standing on the ledge
About to fall
Pushed by emotions
With a reach longer than my childhood
Breath was suspended here
The heaviness in the air reminding me
Some things come at too high a price
A world held together by secrets
Untouched through the years
Now I was back on the ledge
My carefully preserved image
In danger if anyone saw me
I had no answers to give
But one step back was
The promise of life
Dare I take it?
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:02 AM UTC
Seeds of doubt churn with streams of hurt
Leaving it's mark from brain to heart like ruts in plowed dirt
It all collects and pools, a bottomless oddity here
Who's the capture, who's the prisoner? That's never been clear
Up to the moment life boils over the razors edge
Ribbons of crimson spill quickly, careening off the ledge
You had to have known it's all hollow, must I follow?
Must I always question while you threaten the finality of every tomorrow?
©2024
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 5:42 AM UTC
Seeds of doubt churn in streams of hurt
Blazing trails from brain to heart
It all collects and pools deep
Turning me prisoner
Before life spills over the razors edge
Ribbons of red spill over, off the ledge
Must I follow?
Must I alway question the reality of every tomorrow?
Who wants to trade me for this sorrow?
Who has a reset button I can barrow?
No one?
Thought so
I'll just go
©2024
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 3:37 AM UTC
when you're on
the window ledge of life
people tell you
go see a psychiatrist
(get yourself some therapy)
I've been here a while
haven't drawn a crowd yet
but people are starting to notice
(I'm pretty unobtrusive)
even my own mother
didn't recognise me once
(she's part of the problem)
but that's another story
as I say been here a while
and I'm starting to enjoy
the view
if you don't look down
where all the problems are
but take in the horizon
crazy isn't a bad place to be
I see sunsets
flocks of birds
cloud formations
moon phases
starting to go ancient man brain
starting to cure myself
all that **** below me
doesn't matter
the cars, the people, the noise
pollution, war, ******
I've started to make
the ledge my home
moving in
I can jump any time I want
but find myself needing
another sunrise
blinding light of today
gradually illuminating a world
that really doesn't deserve it
people want me to get therapy
so I can live in a crazy world
how does that
make any kind of sense
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 7:56 PM UTC
oh it's all so foggy,
clouded and uncertain
but i knew
i could always step over the ledge
and then,
it'll all be clear.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC
Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.
'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled
As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge,
Confronted by— tidal waves;—
Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace
That let the Visions— Sprout;—
Abandoned— With the Barriers..
So long,— I do not know..
Sights— Times— are enclosing
Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks
Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
The space between us
is substantially bigger,
and your tight grip
is no longer pinned to my emotional trigger.
You knew that in the past
I would have jumped off a ledge for you,
but now I am strong enough
to say ***** you, too.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
i saw a man waiting for a rat
to come out it's hole
so he could eat it
the snow was menacing but i
did not notice i passed by
no avalanche ever came
standing naked on a small ledge
anxious waiting to drop hard
i masturbated and left
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
Withered through these relinquished lips,
softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass.
Torn across flesh-like soil
caressing gently into this impermeable being,
you're only human.
So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts
slanting into the belly
never feeling so bare
the hunger deprives.
The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain,
feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge
Clutching onto the white knuckle breast
your hands pounding at your fingertips
its electric running through your veins
feeling it at the core
so helplessly, lost.
Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters
splicing relentlessly between your core
the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul
detaching,
jumping.
Slithering one step closer,
pull the rope
you leap
you rot
one more inch closer,
you can feel it
separating your surroundings from comfort ability
picking up between each breath
shaking at your own wake.
there you have it
at the brim of the edge
you've push yourself this close
whats one last jump out of this skin?
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Soft hands idling quietly by
snatching remnants of credibility
its cloak opaque to reflection
you grasp its hand,
like a double-edged sword
you hold on tight
wisping away into the night
never to be seen again.
The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant
death on its tongue
Decay in the teeth.
Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors
dubious, distorted, distraught
you hold on.
Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child
you gawk, admire, and dream
Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge.
Gently pushing formidable bounds
released to self-indulgence
you're alone.
As the world around you lights up only by screens
and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration.
A ghost among the blinded
walking slowly by as everything is in full speed.
Stuck in a repetitive loneliness
damnation of socialization
pity. pity. pity.
Pulling onto the strings of darkness
puppeting along madness
mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment
you sit on the outside of the world
watching it comfortable in its cage.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
Witness of broken promises
Bearer of complete unhappiness
Deep down inside the unknown
Feelings are forgotten and thrown
~
You disappoint me and let me down
I am afraid to act strange 'cause
I don't want seeing you sad.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Breathe out,
taking yourself out of the groggy room
Drawn back, six years old and
kicking high enough on the swing set,
high enough for tree tops.
Swinging became toes dangling from a high ledge
high ledges into things your parents told you not to touch, not to burn yourself on,
Let the taste burn,
Through fingertips
candle wax eloping down the wick, it's last flicker of redundant flame.
Time is runs short,
feel yourself creasing down the middle,
stained like an old table cloth, wilting away like sunflowers
curling at the corners
Dust swirls through the empty room, echoes in a ribcage, punctured lung.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
And they are attractive little bunches
Holding themselves together with lightshows and
Hanging over stucco ledges
Until they are replaced
In the dead of night with nobody but the janitor's
Wrinkled gaze
Pruning and yanking
their dry roots
To replace with something new.
The Fibbonacci stories spiral downstairs like infinity
And a reflecting pool looks like the domed firmament of some great sistine
I could see for a moment in my upturned gut
The draw towards infinity that lies at the end of that hollowed mosque
And which holds me firm in trust
There are no stairs, oddly enough
Only a polished high speed elevator
With fancy buttons that light up
And bring us down to ground
Floors that once were above
I stared at my face in between
The metal doors and wondered
When the time would come
For me to be something more
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
too strong she was.
sitting
dizzily on the edge.
Do not disturb the disheveled lady,
made cynical, tottering on the ledge.
"I can't manage tonight."
said poor miss polite and reasonable.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Yelling from my peers
I shouldn't be here
But it wasn't my choice
Its that small little voice,
Yelling
Screaming
Perfection is what I strive for
Pain stabbing to the core
But really I just can't handle this
It's reality I miss
To close to the edge
Nightmares of jumping off the ledge
I'm tired of eveyone's fake kindness
I'm a mess.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
A rose bloomed.
A poem written in buds.
It offered its arms, illiterate to whats been written.
It fell asleep. A garden in thought.
Slipping from the ledge it grew.
In REM it whispered.
Wake me when we land.
For I will have acheived my dream
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
A step away from the ledge,
Tremble oh dear old knees,
For she who spoke death,
Could feel nothing but the dark cold breeze.
A heart so torn,
Knows nothing who she believes,
Ripped over and over again,
Its nothing for what the demon has seized.
They mind speaks of hope,
But none that shows a way,
To get over this hell,
She only wished to live another day.
Her hand is what she fears,
Hiding them as they bear flames,
Burning everything she holds dear,
In the end it would its ashes the same.
It was not like in the books,
They wear no mask or disguise,
They were friends that went partways,
Bringing her only demise.
The demons sung only warmth,
Bringing down her own guard,
And here she was left on the ledge,
With the leap as her last Card.
-HIY
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Standing on the cliffs edge
One foot over the ledge
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Standing on the cliffs edge
One foot over the ledge
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Why am I so scared of this?
I can't explain this rumble jumble
of feelings tornado-ing
around inside me right now.
I want it, I like this chance, I do.
But **** am I terrified too.
And the apprehension itself
scares me.
I'm standing at the edge,
cautiously peeking over,
as my toes creep ever closer
until they've passed the ledge
dangling in that scary oblivion
heart racing, breaths tumbling
as they chase each other
out of my chest.
I have to jump, make this leap
or I'll never be sure.
I can't be too scared to try,
too fearful of the fall,
to risk the chance to fly.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
how can you expect me to talk you down from a ledge when I'm the one on it?
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC