wren cole

Oct 2016

Em

Once, you were here
holding me
and it felt as if time had stopped,
as if we were transported to some alternate reality
where the sun and the moon
both rose and fell in perfect unison
much like our slow, weary breaths.

For a moment we thought
that nothing could wake us
from this perfect daze
but the ticking of the clock
brought us back to Earth.

So the next morning
when the moon had already gone
the sun rose alone
and so did I.

#sad #sun #moon #idk #****** #totaleclipseoftheheart

wren cole Oct 2016

she said sometimes you just have to survive

quietly
silently
like a ghost in the night
leave
inadequacy
behind

humans
weren't
built
to
fly
and
you
were
never
special

you
cannot
break
boundaries
with
wishes
and
pens

the suburbs
will eat you
alive

exit stage right

wren cole Sep 2016

QUIET

I don't know which voice to believe
My thoughts scream
-
I wait for silence
I sleep for silence
I pick for silence
I pull for silence
I claw for silence
I hurt for silence
I long for silence
I

dedicated to my ******* bfrb soup

wren cole Sep 2016

"Healing Fine"

I had a nasty fall not too long ago
And I'm left with this ugly scab on my knee.
When I showed my mom,
She said it looked like it was healing fine.
I showed her
A different angle
To see the rim of black around the top.
You see, she told me
"It's not hot to the touch anymore,
Just use some peroxide,"
But when she pressed,
It hurt.

I use some peroxide,
I take my lamictal.
I go to bed.

In my mind
I sleep under the big locked window
And take pills from paper cups
Under the watchful eyes of doctors.

When I wake up I remind myself
That this is not a hospital
And I can eat with silverware
And this time when I take my medicine
It is neither from paper cup
Nor manic handful.

It's not hot to the touch anymore
(But when you press, it hurts.)

Is that a gross metaphor? Maybe. Still relevant tho.
"Did you take your medicine?'

wren cole Sep 2016

the question

sign to me your letters clearly
i keep trip,trip-tripping on words
my dyslexia must be confusing me
i don't know what you said and what i inferred
tell me something honest
bold like our stars used to be
i cannot ask the question
but would you answer it for me?
seal it up and send it
watch the paper airplane fly
as you drink sicksweet nostalgia
as i not to choke on mine

(written and best read lyrically)

wren cole Sep 2016

leaving what's been long gone

•short bursts of nostalgia•
•then nothing at all•
---
i would walk by your side
long hours spent falling in love on my own, in my mind

things were simple
but not so today
•no, everything's different•
we've moved away

•i never wanted to see this day•

but, so long to mesa
so long my home

the arms of your streets no longer hold me

•so long forever•
•so long ago•

•why is goodbye always so lonely?•

blah blah blah yammering about subtext and the doubts that rattle around in my mind about past things and never wanting to let go because i never want to grow up and leave everything behind and i never want to stop idealizing the past because it's the only time I remember ever feeling alive

wren cole Sep 2016

the end

i
will
not
turn
this
page