#lessonslearned
The acne breakout was too much to bear
Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts.
Stood by the fruits aisle
need to get on a fruit diet, so.
Picked each kind
like an elegant queen.
I'm on a fruit diet you see.
Then, he came.
I sensed his heat and turned to look.
Worn down shirt, torn down pants
dusty feet, trembling hands.
Picked one pear and paced away.
Just a pear
I saw the emptiness in me
Quietly left the aisle in shame.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
I was right behind that mountain,
now I'm just above its peak,
able to see things for what they truly are and not how I wanted them to be.
In hindsight the sun has shined its light on life's mysteries.
Out of the darkness we must rise; with resilience we will shine.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Before you I had no worries, I was happy and free, or at least I thought I was
In hindsight I was still a little boy running around and pretending I wasn't an adult because
If I stopped pretending it would mean I wasn't going to have fun anymore
But that all stopped when you walked through the door
When we met we clicked we understood each other perfectly
When we thought of our future if we'd always be together, certainly
When I was with you I was happy but in a different kind of way
I felt like an adult who had his whole life together, but with you I could still play
You kept me on track so my life wouldn't be wasted on parties and ****
But at the same time you made me think you were all that I would need
I didn't see it for what what we were, I saw a partnership
But when I was in a bad place you said you wouldn't stay on a sinking ship
You taught me that I'm valuable and shouldn't be tossed aside
But you taught me not everyone will stick with me for the ride
You taught me so much in our time together
Unfortunately one of those lessons was that we weren't forever
I opened up my heart for you like I never had before
Then you opened up your legs for him and left your ******* on his floor
You made me think I was the problem and the reason we would drown
But in reality, you were the captain, and your ship is going down
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Face first
into the pasty mud
too weak to crank myself up
too ashamed to continue hugging earth
but we all hug our mothers when we're hurting.
Finally risen from the pit
Face up, proud, and defying
I gave him my stony gaze
Face caked with loam
He sneers
I could swear there are
canines in all gum roots
as he speaks
tongue dancing to farce
I hope he guillotines the messenger
He utters
you look pretty when you wear
the ****
He thwacks me deadly
I tip and tumble
right down
down
It is the betters years now
I've soared up, up
up
and now people wear mud
for me
not on faces
not that I'd care
I'm paying them, after all
after all, I'm not buying their souls
after all, they want to be here
they're happy
and after all I've been through
It's high time someone takes the mud
for me... and then
I see her
Red hair rippling in radiant sun
casting glints of desire I catch with
hungry eyes
Her skin pale as pearl
Her face speckled like rich mineral
Her features delicate and strong
Her eyes, sharp and bright and silhouetted, like
windows to a garden,
yes,
green eyes.
I've tasted never
I've spoken never
of such quibbles as love,
but her beauty is the embrace
I've never known
It's all a shimmering flow
a cascade of fluid memory
the quenching of things
not known to be thirsted
My eyes open to a path
I've just found the will
to traverse in peace.
Yet, like Jack and Jill,
we go tumbling down
down
the hill
and...
It's a wedding anniversary
not ours
because silence
and delirium imbibed
is preferred on such occasions
I smile
She glances
and sighs deep
unearthing cavernous
voids
of misery
caked on memories
of bittersweet mysteries
called love
It is only in the mirror that,
with those windowed eyes,
she gazes with scorn, pity
a truth meant for me
Shame crushes my heart
heartbeat pulsing like
a crumpled soda can
rattling on empty road
With languid brushstrokes
she applies the mascara
You look pretty when you wear
the ****
I said
The pin drops
and with it
the canvas...
One man's trash is another's face
We can find solace in the
shattered remnants
of our dreams,
or we can challenge
the very precepts that
assured our rightful happiness
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
There are many kinds of masks,
All fit for each of their tasks.
Some are made out of smiles,
Stretches longer than a mile.
Some are made out of silence,
Like speaking needs a license.
Some are made of good deeds,
Always ready to give a wise heed.
Some are made out of darkness,
Always doing mischief with grace and finesse.
There are too many to mention,
All have the same complications
Are they what they are to be,
Or just a cover for those who wanted to see.
A behavior that wasn't theirs,
All done because everybody gives fake cares.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
A chance you blindly took
Without even giving it a second look
Left you slightly damaged & bruised
Feeling twisted & used
Words not said,& answers that only confused
Like a fool, your heart was played
Too many years you stayed
But as the memories begin to fade
You became more wise
Quick to spot deception & lies
There's nothing now, that comes to be a surprise
There's just something's you can't deny
No matter how hard you try
You simply can't save everyone
Sometimes you just have to let go, walk away & be done...
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC