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wren cole Jul 2016
the thing about being sexually assaulted at a very young age
is that when you are older you will start to associate anything ****** with the first experience you ever had
but it won't feel like butterflies
it will feel like ten showers, not enough, scratching at your skin and vomiting to get any part of him that may still linger out of you even though so many years have passed
the thing is
people will laugh when you say your brother is a terrible person
and their laughter will taste like the bile that burns your throat after you've purged the thoughts away again
i have learned to crave deviant things because all tame actions have been tainted for me
do not touch me with those calloused fingertips,  they remind me too much of hiding in my closet and no one needs to know
dig your nails in instead
the thing is
he is legally "perpetrator," not my "******"
because when both parties are under 18 it's called "child on child ****** assault"
not ****
even though he groomed and manipulated me like any adult ****** would
and I didn't understand but he did
but he is not my ******
it doesn't feel that way
the thing is
i have now learned to fear calloused hands and large men and ****** hair when it's groomed a certain way
i have learned
that rapists come dressed in a smile and their girlfriends will say they're just like big teddy bears
i have learned
to  cry at the thought of pleasure because it feels wrong and grimy
i don't know if i will ever feel clean,
do not TOUCH me with those calloused fingertips, dig your nails in instead
it will feel like butterflies
wren cole May 2016
last night when i held the razor to my throat
the voices that held my wrist, wouldn't let me pull across
were the voices of perfect strangers
and i felt the deafening silence of where yours could have been, my friends
and so when i see you say you have no friends
i will not rub circles in your tense back
like i always have done in the past
you cast me to the rocks without thinking
don't expect me to keep you afloat when you start sinking
wren cole Oct 2016
wherever the future takes you
let it take you warm and safe
and may the stars fill you with light
wherever you may lay
chase every opportunity
open every door
for this world is too big, my dear,
to not see so much more.
let your future fires lead you
and leave past things behind.
i will come to you, should you call me,
and if not, i will be fine
so long as you live brightly, dear,
like you deserve to do,
i will go where I will go,
cheering for and loving you.
wren cole Aug 2016
Bring me peace, bring me closure
I'm tired of feeling territorial
Nothing belongs to me, nothing and no one
We are free spirits in a society which urges us to own
You are not mine, love
I'm still learning to be okay with that
I'm not sure if I'll ever adjust to being alone
Or if I'll ever conquer my fear of not being Enough
But I'd rather live with the weight and anxiety
Than try to tie down beauty
Art was never meant to live within restrictions
And you were never meant to be choreographed
So I will learn to to live with your eyes on other horizons
I just hope that you still see me in the stars
confusing feelings: being polyamorous but still being easily jealous???

In my defense I have a strong preference for polyfidelity.
wren cole Jul 2016
You taste cold
Like chlorine in pool water
When I lick the tears away from my lips
And press the heels of my palms into my eyes
In that darkness i can see
The way your curls fall over your shoulders
I don't understand it at first
Tears are warm
Oh, but you are so cold
Cold like the first snow in winter
The type of cold you're drawn to
Until you're chilled to the bone
Day after freezing day
Clutching your coat tighter around you
You're cold like Christmas morning
All twinkly music and twinkling lights
While the families are snowed in, buried inside
It feels so warm until you look out the window and see white
You're cold like New Years Eve
Complete with the fireworks and the noise
That I was so afraid of as a child
So I guess I really need to learn to trust my instincts
Before I catch something that kills me
how many poems will i write for Memory?
wren cole Jul 2016
Melting
Pulsing
I know well enough
It isn't real
Close your eyes
Breathe
wren cole Jan 2017
I cave.
I smile.
I walk away
With no comfort,
Feeling no more certain of anything
Than I had felt before,
But I can't
demand we talk about this,
can't demand
anything from you.
I'm too afraid
of confrontation
that leads to loss.
you are
the last precious person,
so I cave.
I smile.
"it's okay"

what the **** is this, anyway?
I need to talk about this I need to know you hear me I need to know where we stand but I'm so afraid to offer anything but complacency
wren cole Aug 2016
I couldn't find the words to describe the hurt
So I put your name in my skin
wren cole Aug 2016
-i cannot control the ferocity of my teeth
+you must not have really tried
-they are a part of me
+and your readiness to attack, is that a part of you?
-i just try to stay alive but sometimes you've gotta bite, too; this is life
+no, this is you
-this is the way of world, the small and the delicate play games to avoid getting hurt
wow more convoluted metaphors! shocking
wren cole Jun 2016
I'm playing your game,
Trying my best,
Going through the process just like all the rest.
I went to my therapy,
I go once every two weeks,
I tell her my problems;
She tells me I overthink.
I am a machine, though my gears may be rusty,
I still cannot make my frenzied brain stop its running.
I tell her I'm trapped, I say I'm alone.
Our time runs out and again I'm isolated at home.
This neighborhood sleeps but my insomnia taunts me.
It's dangerous, being the only living thing around suburbia's zombies.
Handfuls of pills,
Stress ***** and writing.
I'm playing your game but it's hard to keep fighting.
I need to leave this place. I cannot live so contained.
wren cole Jul 2016
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't want to feel it ache
I'm so sick of being in love
You have me all bent out of shape
Burn up my body and bury my ashes somewhere with a fruit bearing tree
So I can finally be something with more use and worth than Me
wren cole May 2016
I curse my heart and all it stands for
I curse my laugh for rolling on
I curse your eyes for being so blue
I curse myself for falling again for you
Why do you have to make things easy?
Why do you have to make me feel safe?
Why are you so fun to talk to?
Why are you my happy place?
Once I have feelings for someone they never go away. I was, once again, reminded of this via 5+ hour Skype call with an old best friend/ex.
wren cole Jan 2019
we exist together in this time and space
we laugh, we cry, we love, we fight,
we do all of it holding hands
and we never let go

i just want to experience it all with you
i want to kiss your cheek in the morning and hold you close at night
dance in the kitchen, sit in the quiet, clean up the messes we've made
all of it, i want you,
good and bad, highs and lows
every moment spent in your presence is precious
every time i get to breathe the same air as you i rejoice
you make me happier than i could have ever imagined
i'm so proud and honored to be your boy

let's just do it all together
cute dates and mundane
i'll kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel
at the foot of the stairs
i'll kiss you any time i see you and remember how wonderful you are
and how thankful i am for your warmth
i love you, in grassy parks and empty parking lots, in fairgrounds and grocery stores, in candlelight and the early light of morning and in every silent hour of the night
to the moon and back and beyond, through every plane of existence, in this life and the next
i love you i love you i love you
wren cole Jul 2016
Being a bomb is exhausting.
I am so tired of counting down.
wren cole Jan 2020
if a devil plays by all the rules
if he loves and cries and discovers
if he chooses to do good
if he puts himself after others
and if he cuts his horns and tells the truth and prays before bed every night
can he ever be a saint?
wren cole Jul 2016
I want to renovate a van into a little home
So I can go wherever I want to, drive around the world
Have adventures every day and never grow up
(And maybe sit on top
And watch the sunrise with you again
Maybe my head on your shoulder
Maybe your hand in my hand)
Oops I'm crying
wren cole Apr 2017
the world is just starting to seem real
clay in a firmer state
studier but harder to mold
and i am still trying to shape it in my hands
without getting it under my nails
... something,

something under my nails
clambering for something to hold onto
anxiety racing, scratching, life catching up to me
why am i bleeding
why am i bleeding
this is supposed to be freeing
i guess i just
pick one of these lines
deeply clawed into my skin
paths like addict,
wash up,
footstool;
lives carefully planned for me since birth

i played trumpet in junior high
so that must mean i'll be a paralegal like my mama
regretting my love choices
regretting my life choices
wasting away at a job i hate
doing work i don't get credit for
destined to fade away lonely

but then again i've got my dad's bad habits
and twice his screaming spirit
so maybe i'll spend half my life in a bottle
and the other half trying to chase the dreams that i ****** away in my twenties

maybe i'll run all over creation
trying to be something bigger
someone stronger

yeah
that sounds about right
wren cole Jun 2016
We used to live down each other's throats, in each other's homes and now I'm lucky if we speak monthly and it hurts somewhere deep inside me
We used to talk about cartoons and books and nothing at all while we'd listen to music on your bedroom floor but now it seems you're caught up in more taboo entertainments and I'm caught up in my tailspin
I think the only thing that hasn't changed is the love for cartoons but we have kept none of the childhood spirit they used to bring, inspiring us to stay up all night hush-hush talking through your DS
I'm afraid that we don't quite fit together anymore, puzzle pieces bent at different spots so we don't quite work
I never expected to be out of place in your company and I'm so scared to talk to you and risk realizing that when they say Everything Goes Away they mean EVERYTHING and 7-year friends are no exception
I'm used to everything falling away when it's not ripped up from the roots but I guess I'd convinced myself we were two branches on the same trunk so the roots didn't matter
But here we are, old friend, here we are.
wren cole Jun 2016
I have to say
I don't see the point in trying to fight
When every night feels like a losing battle with your own mind
And the consolation prize is you're still alive
Well, "alive"
Define life
'Cause I'm pretty sure this isn't it
And I'm trying to feel it
Trying to find it
Hoping maybe I'll get it if I turn the music up loud enough
Sing my heart out enough
Write my thoughts, feelings, fights down enough
But I'm pretty **** scared that it's not enough
And it'll never be enough
But *******, that's enough of "enough"
I wanna outgrow this
I wanna leave this town and forget it
I wanna do everything they say isn't "realistic"
I wanna prove that I'm worth it
Mostly to myself
But to everyone else who contributed to my hell as well
Though I have to say
I'm really tired of trying to fight
And it'll be a long time in this battle with my mind
And I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending to be alive
'cause I'm not really alive
And when I define life
I know this isn't it
this went from a poemy thing to a songy thing half way through just roll with it
wren cole Aug 2020
pale and shuddering hands
that trace over you like a whisper
bluebird veins in paper skin
a beauty so delicate you could crumble it in your hands
how people love what they can break

i am no flower, i apologize
the materials of my making are thicker but i promise you they are still so soft
surrounding
i envelope you in a warmth that means love
and could you love me
if i don't fall apart beneath you?
could you love me
if i do not dissolve?
can i still be beautiful?
can i be beautiful? can i be beautiful?
i have a hard time letting myself be loved.
wren cole Sep 2017
it sinks in when you're gone
the ink wells up again, floods my veins
and i wonder if i will ever really be happy
or just a parasite
feeding off of you
i say i love you and i mean it
i say i need you and it stings
alcohol in open wounds
so afraid you will turn away
and i will be plunged into my ocean again
freezing cold and drowning
when i never learned to swim
wren cole Feb 2019
some days i just bury myself so deep underground
it seems the dark is all that's there for me
you know how hard i try to be strong
but there are days where i just can't be
forgive me if i don't dig you out
but i am six feet underground
i will keep digging, say
i am not allowed to feel this way
but i cannot force that smile today
say,
it's best i go away, say
i deserve this for my lack of strength
i so often forgot that i am a tool to be used
i am just the shovel underground
i am meant to lift the dirt, not get buried
wren cole May 2018
on wednesday you sit in the bathtub for two and a half hours
not washing, not even your hair, just kinda sitting
you know it's gross, you see the state of the water, you watch your toes prune
but nothing exists here, except maybe the internet, and time, and that's not a peace you're granted often,
so you sit.

when you get to your room
your ***** clothes will smell, and your clean clothes will be downstairs
from saturday, when you had the energy to wash them but not to put them away,
so you sit and stare at the tile,
try not to focus too ******* the pain in your back, between your shoulder blades and up your neck

you feel the time pass
it is noon,
which is 4 hours until 1 hour until you have to go to work,
not nearly enough time,
4 hours until 1 hour, 3 hours until 1 hour until 1 hour, 2 hours until 1 hour until 2 hours,
your brain creating these strange, non-existent deadlines
so you never really relax,
just dissolve into ***** bathwater,
counting down to nothing
am i dissociating or just in a depressive slump.jpg
wren cole Jul 2016
I will give you butterfly kisses
While you pretend not to notice my illness
Slowly, deeply
We destroy each other
My darling, enabling lover
This just came to mind
I haven't dated anyone in a year so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
wren cole May 2017
I will likely get lost in the idea that
Maybe, you could love me
And we want similar things for our futures
And that's so hard to find
I will likely get lost in the thought
Of you and I living out of campers and driving from concert to concert
And we both carry ear plugs just in case the other forgets
I get so star-eyed so easily,
So dizzy,
Dizzy on the thought that maybe I don't have to be lonely,
So dizzy that I forget for a moment the things you do that leave me clawing at my skin and pulling out my hair

Maybe we will go to school and get an apartment and grow together
Maybe I will learn your boundaries and your pick me ups and your favorite foods
Maybe you will care enough to do the same

But I will remind myself
I do not love you​
I do not love you
I do not love you
first poem about this particular person :0
wren cole Aug 2016
You can sit
On the other side of that screen
And pretend you know me
And pretend you could save me
But baby
You don't even know my last name
wren cole Jun 2016
I have no words I've lost my words
I cannot word the way I feel
My art, my song
They're so far gone
Buried somewhere beneath the ache in my chest
And I want to see the world but I don't have the means
And I wanna live without regret but I've got rock bottom self-esteem
I want stories to tell but there's so much I haven't seen
It's eating me alive from the inside, it's hard to breathe
Teach me how to get up and do something worth doing
I wish that I could say I'm living a life that is worth living
I need to be more fearless, more outgoing, more giving
All I wanna do is live a life that is worth living
Light my words on fire, bright LIGHTS the world's on fire
I need some motivation to take, take me higher
I have a timid heart with bigger than life desires so I need a little something to take, take me higher
I'll feed this little fire, breathe in a little smoke
Give me a spark and you'll never forget the words that I spoke
I have a timid heart with bigger than life desires
But one day you'll know my name when I start, spark the fire
when you suddenly get really determined in  the middle of writing
wren cole May 2016
my heart drops again into my stomach,
rattling around things inside of me,
rousing a rising nausea.
like a malfunctioning elevator.
someone show me how to fix my emotional hardwiring.
wren cole May 2016
A silent sort of sadness
Quiet, deadly depression
Weighs me down, anchors me deeper
Dragging me into the dark syrupy ocean
That I created within myself from emotion
And it's surrounding me, drowning me,
Filling my lungs and coating my insides
Too much of it touching my skin to feel it within so I'm
Drowning numb, giving in to sleep
Adding to the secret scar collection I keep
Waiting for the tide to pull me to shore
Or waiting until I can't breathe anymore
wren cole May 2016
I am trapped inside myself
Inside this flesh and bone
This vessel
Used to be numbered 5
When it was sick
Now 18
I want to leave this cage
Find a new one
Feel beautifully hollow again
Sick or not
I don't care
Sick is better than this
wren cole May 2016
I cannot wax poetic
About the feelings on this flesh
I have no pretty way of wording
The destruction I desire
There's no beautiful way to say
I want to cave in
Until I am barely here
Until I am bone
wren cole Jan 2017
i am tired of feeling this way
& tired in general,
wondering if this new therapy will really help me
and if i process these memories what happens when I experience more?
because I will experience more.
I have a habit of being left behind.
the vibrations switch from hand to hand.
she says I might dream about it –
I don't wanna dream about it –
I don't wanna think about it –
don't wanna feel it.
I don't wanna feel it anymore.
wren cole Oct 2017
I think I really forgave you this time
But you still find your way into my mind
Linger somewhere deep in my thoughts
And I wonder if you'd be happy with who I am today
And I wonder if you'd be proud of the change I'm trying to make
And I think about those nights we spent talking through the dark
And I wonder if you ever think of me where you are
I am a better person, now, I stand a little taller
I wonder if you'd like me now that I'm a little stronger
It's sad to lose a friend.
wren cole Jul 2016
Tell me if it's wrong
Loving you
After everything, after all this time
'Cause I can't help missing the days when you were mine
And talking to you now aches a little bit
Mixed up, uneven nostalgia
I don't understand how my heart swells when I talk to you
After everything, after all this time
Why do I still want you to be
My everything, after all this time?
I hope this isn't too much
wren cole Jun 2016
I hate the sense of obligation I have when I write.
I could care less if there's a pattern or a rhyme.
I do not write to write poetry.
Poetry is a form of delivery, a more delicate voice for the battlecry inside of me,
A way to release my chaotic thoughts.
I hate wanting to make sense to you
But I want to make sense to you
So maybe somewhere someone will read my heart and know they are reading my heart.
My brain and heart clash, clatter,
Chaos in a cluster intangible, so I instead try to make it legible
Because I cannot physically fight my demons or the thick inks that weigh down my veins.
I hate this,
I hate every word coming out of me right now,
Artificial and laminated,
Served to You, my Reader,
Seasoned to what I hope is your liking:
Far too mild.
I wish I could scream through words,
I wish I could finally write something with enough honesty and emotion that I feel like it was worth writing.
After every sentence I want to exit this page,
Close this book,
Slash big ****** red "X"s on everything in this artificial life.
I will not end this gracefully.
My thoughts are not graceful.
Dear inner artistry: go **** yourself.
a spoken version of this is being uploaded to my yt channel, Thursday Falling. because I'm an attention ***** or something of the sort. You can check it out if you'd like.
wren cole Nov 2017
ive been having trouble sleeping
without purpose
text me in the morning, a reason to start the day
i am comfortable and safe under covers
but stagnant, alone, and awake
i am just floating in time and space
coexisting with the day as it passes me by
ive been having trouble sleeping
without someone to wish goodnight
i can't function without someone to cling to ****....... my dependent ***
wren cole May 2016
I thought I would, thought I could
Finally be free of you.
I know I can't, never could
Purge myself from the thought of you.
I
Just
Want
To
Go
One
Day
Without
YOUR
Blood
DRIP-DRIPPING
From
MY
VEINS
wren cole Feb 2017
being a siren's exhausting
i never stop making noise
blaring in hopes that you'll hear past the monotonous droning and pinpoint my voice
i know it just sounds like more warnings
like a storm now is starting to move
I'm a human tornado, a thunderstorm waking, an uprising cry you can't soothe
if you listen I promise there's words here
if you listen closely you'll hear past the whine
the siren is blaring and blank eyes are staring
"I don't know if I'll make it this time"
wren cole Feb 2017
We all have demons
mine just so happen to have
FACES
and
LUNGS
and
HANDS.
An eye watches me
disembodied
floating a little way from my face.
I can feel something
living in my neck,
and it curls around my spine,
unsettled.
THE EYES THAT LIVE IN MY SCALP blink,
constantly blink.
it aches.
they blink together to some unknown metronome.
I try to ignore THE HANDS that grab at my head and shoulders,
gripping the sides of my head,
pressing into my temples.
My demons loom over me and BREATHE,
Cold gusts,
So cold..
I tremble in fear of the man who travels through dreams
and wonder how much HE KNOWS
and wonder if HE CAN SEE ME now
and is he GOD or DEVIL?
for now he is my DEMON
and on the back of my neck
I feel his EYES.
wren cole Nov 2018
I didn't just fall in love, I fell home
Which isn't a phrase, but is certainly a feeling
I fell for you and into the comfort of your arms
You caught me just like you'd been waiting all this time
We slip easily into our empty spaces
I melt into you like the shared bath water
I said I didn't know I needed until now
When I found you, I didn't even know I was searching
But there you were
And so we sit, caressing our skin, and I am daydreaming of staying here with you forever
In the warmth, the quiet of the night
In the softness, the gift of your touch
wren cole Jul 2021
Have you stopped writing?

The streets we used to walk are forgetting the sound of our footsteps
The soles of our feet forget the heat of the pavement
Barefoot Arizona summer

Our hearts forget the sugar high pace,
The remaining memories lose their clarity
All childhood games end eventually

I think magic only exists when you’re young
I think we lost it somewhere along the way

I wish I could remember
I’d give anything to relive those days
wren cole Oct 2017
2 AM on another night when I cannot settle down to sleep
The sun bursting from my fingertips, I tense and relax my shoulders,
Try to focus on the feeling of soft blankets, odd silence, hot room
Anything real and in this moment
Because I am slipping into
Fifteen thousand worlds contained thinly within this skin
Like fifteen thousand lives
So much energy
Souls in mason jars
I am crackling, fuzzy at the edges, burning burning burning
I cannot hold everything within me,
I am aching, chest-deep in grief missing loved ones from different lifetimes
Reaching out towards the static-y edge of reality like I could touch it, pass through it,
Push through the walls of my own body
Release this energy in waves
And if I could scatter myself across all of existence,
Maybe I could finally sleep.
wren cole Jul 2016
"I love you"
I'm sitting on the fence of something big
I'd jump it if you'd jump it with me
Stumble onto the other side
Even if we don't stick the landing

"I love you"
But maybe not in the way you want me to
Maybe too much
I give my heart away, put it in your pocket
I'm not good with almosts
And "once upon a time"

"I love you"
I will sit here, loyal as a dog
While you figure out where to stand
And I'll pretend it doesn't **** me
While I can, if I can

"I love you"
It's too cold in here
You give me your jacket
But you will not sit beside me to huddle for warmth

"I love you"
Every endearment is laced with my heart
I'm not fond of empty words
You are so beautiful

"I love you"
I will be here
Wherever this goes
Or doesn't

But "I love you" really means I love you
So much
And I can't quite describe the feeling
Of loving two people
Giving my whole heart
And only receiving a quarter in return from either

I do not aim to guilt or hurt
But it hurts
It hurts
My Poly *** is Suffering™
I have way too many emotions please turn them off
wren cole Nov 2016
It's a little sick how I want someone to hold me after
How I want someone to notice and to look me in the eyes and let me break
It's sort of disgusting
Watching the beads roll over skin leaving trails
Just watching
It's really ****** up
Kiss me on the lips and on the scars
Really ****** up
Hold me after so I don't feel broken
******* yikes ****
wren cole Jun 2017
tell me how to write
the gnats out of my skull
the static from my fingertips
the fire from my veins
the infection from my wounds
tell me how to write
you out of this body
wren cole Jun 2017
RIP MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST
I DON'T WANT TO BE SOFT ANYMORE
I DON'T WANT TO LOVE YOU
DEEP, DEEP LIKE THE OCEAN
COVER MY SKIN IN SCAR TISSUE
AND DRAIN THE ROSEWATER FROM MY EYES
IT HURTS HURTS HURTS AND IM SO TIRED
TIRED OF CHASING MY TAIL AND CHASING YOU
FOR ANY SENSE OF COMPANIONSHIP, OF CONNECTION
BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND TO BE ALONE IN THIS WORLD
AND I THOUGHT MAYBE WE WERE SOMETHING GREAT
I WANT TO FORGET THE WAY MY SOUL LIGHTS UP WHEN I MAKE YOU LAUGH
I WANT TO BURN EVERY MEMORY
I WILL REMIND MYSELF THAT YOU DON'T NEED ME
I WILL TRY TO DO THE SAME
I WON'T SPARE A SECOND GLANCE TO THE STREETLIGHT
I WON'T EVER BE THIS RAW AGAIN
wren cole May 2016
Again my thorns show.
Sharp, angry vines strangle me
"You lash out." I know.
wren cole May 2016
The shape of your lips.
The blue of your eyes. Still these
Linger, haunt my mind.
wren cole Sep 2016
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 May 2016
I try to reason with my
Sick-drip, slow-sink heart,
To tell it that
There is no reason to fall apart
At the simplest of sentiments,
Memories brought on by words.
But my sickly heart won't listen,
All it knows is how to yearn.
I am a trained expert
In how it feels
To hurt.
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