#plaster
Four walls
All throat
No air
Just noise
Four walls
All teeth
They chew the hours
Down to gristle
Her laughter bleeds
Through plaster
A pulse I can’t mute
A life too loud for mine
I ask again
Too careful
She smirks
"Therapy speak"
As if calm is a crime
The house listens
Pretending not to
Dad snores through
Another small war
I keep my breath folded
And the list short
Bag
Keys
Name
I’ll leave them
The noise they made
And take the silence with me
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:54 AM UTC
I wake with stone eyes that
plaster tears through my crevices;
petrifying my momentum.
I'm stuck here perpetually,
praying only to those who can't hear.
I'm a stone wall; a mountain that
passes no breeze.
I solidify in this coffin waiting
bitterly for a lovers kiss
that will never come.
for my worth isn't written on my lips;
its plastered on my obituary.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pens can express when the tongue can't:}
What makes her so different
What makes her so quiet yet her silence flowing a million words
What makes her so dark yet the room in her presence shines
What makes her so desperate yet her eyes hopeful for savior
what makes her so inert yet the sweat on her screams excite
What makes her so sad yet her way of fidgeting is fighting a smile
Yet she manages to fuel him
with a sift of need for more of her fascinating enchantment
------ravenfeels
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
A smile masked on her face
concealing the grief that poured
out of her face.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
I kept it in;
the words,
the pain,
the sea lapping against the **** walls
constantly urging to spill.
But I silenced the crashing waves,
muted my voice box
while it was hurting me.
I was internally raging and bleeding
but there were no bruises,
scars or lines for you to read.
Just a plastered smile on my face
while I was sulking internally.
I was choking on the words within me
Hoping my feelings would drown
Hoping that I would forget
But I never did.
They lived
ebbing and flowing through my veins
Making me feel Inhibited and limited
Till it broke open and rained down.
No one could see
Till the day tears started to roll down my cheeks
And that's when everything started
to come down as ashes
words and bullets.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
If the world should cave in two
I don’t know what I’d do
as I’m not Doctor Who
so I guess I’d just save you.
If you’re scared at night
and
if you've have had a fright
would you let me put it right
by turning on the light?
If you graze your knee
I’d give you something on me
my last plaster for free:
all these things I say
are here to make you smile
so you won’t run a mile
and
stick around for a while.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
She was the only plaster that
I needed to cover wounds, because
no one saw the cuts deepening beneath.
scratching at my tears, crying underneath.
But I never knew that she was the one
silently unstitching my wounds. She'd begun
long before I was cut, but her words kept
me from realizing tears weren't for me id wept.
She never needed a reason to cut me deep inside.
I was the doll, stuffing pulled from within denied
the respect of my pride. but still I thought her my
plaster healing this cut, while reality cut deeper, why?
Why would she want to hurt what was our love,
why could one cut at that that showing her truelove.
A plaster only hides pain, covering up intentions
of a misguided trust. I became my own intervention.
Life since our love had blossomed had been rough,
our petals were razor wire memories of those tough
times we had seen before. But I thought our time
had coated those petals, washing away past grime.
She never needed a reason to cut me deep inside.
I was the doll, stuffing pulled from within denied
the respect of my pride. but still I thought her my
plaster healing this cut, while reality cut deeper, why?
I now know that some cuts weren't mine, sharing
her past with me. But instead of healing,cutting, wearing
down what was within me. I needed to feel whole be
myself within no cuts seen. I loved her, but I was unfree.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Somewhere within me
lies a girl, but this face is
just cracked plaster.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Cracks run deep and cracks run long
Damaging a wall, once thought strong
Weakened by words, squandered by force
Decisions made, followed by deep remorse
This damaged wall is a woman broken
Caused by fists and words unspoken
Flesh replaces plaster
This being, destroyed by her master
Herself
An unfit leader.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
I'll paint my face with plaster
Forget the happy ever after
I'll build up all my walls all over again
I'll keep my lips quietly shut
And never come out to be beat again
I'll rip up all my stories
Break into all your glory
But I'll hide them once again,
I'm sorry I even spoke out
I'll disappear in the fall out
So maybe we can forget this one again
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Time.
What is it exactly?
Why do we have it?
For what reason do we need it?
To make us anxious?
To make us panic?
To make us scared?
To make us manic?
To make us feel the need to rush things?
When really all you are rushing is to die,
Quicker,
Faster,
Just forgetting the world,
Healing your wounds just like a plaster.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC