#necklaces
those necklaces with our names engraved
I would only look upon them in grief
because we got them when we were engaged
although the engagement was awfully brief
we both believed we were going to get married
we both new what we were going to do in our lives together
your suicidal feelings were buried
and they consumed you, your mind was lost forever
you say you still love me and that your mind is just lost in the void
I can't really understand why you didnt tell me sooner
losing everything made you paranoid
like everything we had dreamt of in the future
so inside your jacket I hid both the necklaces for you to find
what you pulled out made you cry, our silver necklaces remain on your mind
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Sitting on my thrown... A thrown of highly stacked orange chairs, all lined up in rows...
I looked down over the world, I was higher then even the tallest of my youth. I was no show
Simply claiming my kingdom of independence. Sitting up and watching like a lioness in demand
In demand of discernment and wisdom, for she can't afford failing... Visitors came unplanned
Tense...unprepared for this surprise attack, my heart leaped, shock forced my body to jump down...
Down to a lower level where I rightfully belonged... The third chain of a story broke promise, the ending of one of my neck's crowns
I ran, my feet punching the ground, not noticing the trail of scatter beads that followed my every foot step...
Too tiny for anyone to notice...black..and blue.. rolling away to hide.. not knowing these people's love had no depth
The jewel of the story flying away into a corner of a memory filled hall... the chandeliers crystal whispers were heard
Ignoring the callings of my fake name... I ran into the heart of the church... rows of pews starred at me... I didn't speak a word
More beads scattered behind me, as my emotions and feelings scattered along with them.
The silence never felt so dead as I ran towards the back, my soul singing a surrendering hymn.
The two left over neck crowns mourned for their lost friend, as I mourned over the lack of knowledge of the future
Again I heard my fake name... depression devoured my hunger in one swallow, the beginning of a tumor
"I... I just want to do your will... other may ask for love... or comfort... or wisdom... or answers... and that isn't bad..."
"...but all I ask and beg... is to have Your will be done... use me in anyway you see fit... it doesn't matter what I must suffer... I'll forever praise you and be glad..."
"Show me your will and way..." I confirmed... not caring if people saw me as fool of weakness and hopelessness...
I heard two sets of foot steps behind me, my skin on edge, my small cold hearted hands revealing their recklessness
Running out of the back exit, I heard my nick name again, freezing I turned around to see them panting from exhaustion
Two of my fellow followers if you will, took me captive, and reintroduced me to the loud company of people in motion
Only meaning the best, I followed them and lined up with the other Christ fighting soldiers
Hand over our hearts, I didn't feel the comforts of the third crowns jewel... my eyes scattering around the hollow gym... I saw beads roll of my shoulder...
Embarrassed... I back away from the line to wonder off alone... I left without being questioned
The beads on the floor shared with me their fears of being crushed, and loneliness. Telling me to ignore the session
Seeking around my thrown for answers... I found nothing... so off again I ran... plunging my self into the silence
My black rose laced arms cross I looked around for that bottled jewel. To it, I am a giant
More then a charm... more then something that hung around my neck... It was a story... a story that redirected my path...
The tiniest things can have the most incomparable meaning... like one of the five cities of the Philistines where Goliath came from; Gath...
Such a small detail we don't often recognize... But such a butterfly effect can create a rip the space time continuum.
I found my jewel... hiding alone in a corner in that hall that contained many beautiful moments that are anything but a residuum.
Filled with relief, I gently picked it up and hide it tightly in the palm of my hand
A little bottle filled with bird seeds and rock dove feathers, indeed it's vanity, but meanings should be scanned
Walking back to my piers, I couldn't help but to catch some of their eyes lay on me.
I don't blame them, I made a spectacle of my self over wanting to be alone and a charm, but I had to make a plea...
Entering my self into the group, I look towards the shining silver bleachers where my two chained necklace and bottled charm laid...
Silly of my to say... but someday the third chain will be restored... but it will have a new story to proclaim...
I still could see the scattered beads, they surround the people I claimed as my home, I know each face
Yes... My emotions are in a scatter, but at least they are scatter in the same place...
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
I know a girl that piles on the necklaces
“Makes me look pretty,” she says
She’s all nervous, high-pitched laughter that jangles
as she fidgets with her armored collarbones
Rose red rashes bloom around ivory flesh,
She scratches at her skin inflamed
Ring ring ring around her pretty little neck
With those posey necklaces and gemstones
She smiles fondly at each reflection
of chains and rocks entangled
Wrung wrung wrung of beauty is she
Bitten so fiercely to her ivory bones
Her laughter hacks into little cough spurts,
and the metal winks dully as it strangles
Ring ring ring around her rosy little neck--
she piles on more necklaces.
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Down in the ground, your silver body lays
You were buried, with another person on that day
Both of you are unsaved
So now your abandoned in this muddy ***** grave
You men seek for answers, you seek fullfillment
For you only have half your heart, what an empty torment
Where did the other half go? We may never know
Who has it? The Questions seem to grow
You are not in a grave yard, but within the woods of one
You should be counted as dead, and your memories done
But there is no grave stone, so there maybe hope
Maybe your time in the ground is a scope
An opportunity to learn, to believe, and to repent of past sins
For those who have ears let him ear! For the change first starts from within.
Your darkened eyes, look to find hope and relief in others
But only the drowning down pour of depression is you cover
Your shadows of hair hang over your faces, your eyes to the cold moist dirt
Deep down under, your gray chains get tangled to share each others hurt.
The only company you have is each other, along with the fallen sin trees and young future saplings
Learn from nature dear men, for the love of the roots of the tree's to the dirt is forever grappling.
Your charm of words remain in the containment of a plastic force
The force field refuses to open for you until you end your sinful course.
I have tried to dig you two up myself, but you were down too deep.
No power on earth could unburry you two, the possibilities seem too steep
Only the Super Natural forces of God could do that
But When? WHEN will you be unburied?
I'm sorry... I'm am one impatient Cat...
Every now and then We can feel your clasping hands reach for the empty red bench... hoping to get out of this grave.... and sit with us again....
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
1,
you were already 16,
2,
but I was finally turning 15,
3,
you knew I didn't celebrate my birthday,
4,
but you never ask why.
5,
I had a birthday that coexisted around the time,
of valentines.
6,
We we're unable to see each other the week on valentines,
but the week after on my birthday we could.
7,
you faced timed me,
all week,
while working on my gift,
but never showed me your hands,
so I never saw the present.
8.
finally it was my horrible birthday,
a day full of crying at home,
but finally I was here at your house to hand you,
my pay check,
because I really wanted you to get your permit.
I knew how much you wanted it.
so I had 60$ for you.
9.
you came out,
saw me and picked me up and kissed me,
hugged me like a distant relative who was way to friendly would,
and like them,
we both acted in not wanting to let go,
10.
We went inside your house,
and sat on your tiny brown couch,
and your mom was so happy to take pictures,
and I gave you my gift,
11.
you opened it,
and you almost cried,
and I did see the tear in the corner of your eye,
then you left like the sun leaves the day to fetch mine,
12.
your mom got to talk to me,
and was so very happy,
she even made me a cake,
like one you would of seen at a wedding,
I couldn't of said thanks enough.
13.
you came back,
and you gave me a tiny little box,
and a note,
14.
you opened the box first,
and told me to read the note while he put my gift on me,
15.
my note said,
"baby you are my valentine,
and violets and roses combined,
will never be a more beautiful design.
Speaking of designing,
I made you this necklace and its shining,
just like your eyes,
but I cant rhyme,
so I hope you know this was more then for,
being my valentine one special day of the year,
its for everyday,
even your birthday,
so enjoy it more.
love,
the necklace maker"
and everytime,
I wore it,
I was happy,
because I thought of him,
15
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
When the cool metal
of my necklaces rests
on my breast
and I shiver,
I wonder if this is what
my heart feels like?
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
his smiling self,
walked through the hotel door,
and greeted his new, innocent
lover who is clueless about his
greedy intentions.
she smiles at him,
as she looks behind his back,
to find another expensive gold
necklace that will soon be around
her bruised neck.
she is still unaware
of his real character,
and who is the man behind
that facade of sophistication.
but, just like the others, he is just another greedy man with a pile of money, looking for some fun.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC