#theboy
+A seemingly perfect child, a smile so bright,
He walked through school days, bathed in light.
Teachers praised his efforts, his quiet grace,
Never seeing the shadows behind his face.
He'd nod and agree, with a thoughtful air,
While a storm of despair he learned to bear.
The weight of worlds, too heavy to hold,
A story untold, in a heart growing cold.
In his room, he'd count them, a silent plea,
Each tiny capsule, his only decree.
A world of pain he wished to leave behind,
A peace he hoped his troubled soul would find.
They saw the good grades, the dutiful son,
Never guessing the battle he had won,
Or lost, in the quiet of his own despair,
A tragic secret, beyond all compare.
The morning would break, with sun's gentle gleam,
And he'd be gone, a forgotten dream.
The good child, they'd whisper, with tear-filled eyes,
Unknowing the truth, the silent goodbyes.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
The boy with the enamoring smile.
The boy with the besieging stare.
The boy with the intoxicating touch.
I want you.
I want you with ever fiber of me.
The closer I get the more I burn.
Like a feather next to a blazing fire.
The flames defile my body
scald my skin and my soul.
The pain is cauterizing but addictive.
The more I burn, the more I thirst.
For so long I’ve floated fixated ahead.
So sure in my path.
Yet there you were to change my course.
You shot me from the sky like a ******
And as I fell in fear and horror you caught me.
Now obsessed, a willing Stockholm.
An all new kind of love.
So deep I don’t understand.
How can I?
How can the girl who knew all the truths be dropped in this chasm of ambiguity.
Terrified but intrigued of the new shadows that permeate my mind.
How could I have been so daft?
Hands trembling with the anticipation of seeing you.
Just one touch and my head reels.
So why am I scared?
A constant scream stuck and swallowed.
A fist down my throat that constricts.
Afraid of that dark side of the moon.
Afraid to get close. Fear of ******* losing you.
Losing you to the void losing you to time losing you to this material world in which you’re so infatuated with.
I’m so sorry.
Infatuating pleasures of the flesh or whatever you can ******* shove up your nose today shove it down your ******* throat like an unwanted scream so you can walk in that upside down.
Force it down. Take the ride. Virgil is waiting. Now an old friend.
The boat across Styx.
You speak of fear. Fear of being vulnerable. A naked babe alone in a field crying out for someone to hold?
If you’re so afraid why do you bare yourself to these demons.
Surely they take advantage of you and reveal you.
My god they will take you.
I see it.
They gnash at your ankles and aim for your knees.
Bring you to them and cover your legs in tar, drag you to the ground.
Drag you to the ******* ground.
They’re inky tongues creep to your chest and out to your hands bringing your face to the dirt.
Just as you scream the tendrils take over and spill into your mouth like an overflowing sink.
They cloud your eyes like a cataract until you’re a ******* empty vessel staring impassively at the opaque wall.
All I can do it watch.
Do you enjoy this mental prison?
These empty feelings ,one more minute in the shadow.
I see it in your eyes.
You see the void and the night closing in.
Maybe this isn’t what you see at all.
Maybe I’m irrational.
Is it just me?
Either way, I’ll take you when the fear overtakes you from your latest odyssey into the world of that line.
I’ll take you when sadness overtakes you and you wretch in my lap.
I’ll take you when you want to laugh and I’ll take you when you shove your arm into my chest, your hands around my neck.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
My god I hate this.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
this time last year,
you tried to scoop my heart up,
I threw it at you.
this time last year,
you liked me for who I was,
and I was terrible.
this time last year,
you thought you could love me,
and I was fickle.
last summer,
you thought it was our time,
and I knocked you back.
last summer,
you wanted me more than before,
and I went along with it.
this autumn,
I hesitated before I left, did I love you back?
the answer is probably yes.
this autumn,
I walked away from you,
and fell for somebody else.
tonight,
I know that I made the right choice,
I love the boy I chose,
but this poem is for you
because I loved you also;
and I probably always will.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
There once was a boy lost in the woods, he was not lost at first, but became soon after, because you see he fell in love with a monster, It inthralled him, at first he tired to coax it, lying to it showing it gold and giving it food, pleased with his efforts he tried to take it home, but it turned and ran, but that is not when he gave chase, he waited a day, then two, then four, that would be about a week, maybe more or less, but to him it was an eternity without his monster. Oh but it came back, surprised its self the monster did when it saw the boy standing where it had left him, the boy remained motionless, but that could be for many reasons, but he'd claim he was trying to freeze time, and maybe he did, either way motionless he remained, till the monster moved close enough to be in reach, as it reached to touch his face, he grabbed it, victory, victory, his eyes closed filled with tears, opening he looked at his capture, no longer was it his monster, it was all a dream, he had fallen asleep in the forest, and now is lost.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC