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 Oct 2015 Theresa M Rose
Sombro
I tried music
Squeezing my head dry of emotion
I tried drawing
Scratching out an imperfect form through the window
I tried to read, but
There were no pages I could turn.

So, I sat back,
And crossed my legs,
Leant my head back on
My hoodie-pillow
The sleepy sunlight fell and
Tumbled through the dust pane
A smile on its face.

All faces forward
And all mouths shut
The meditative silence
Propped up by the hum

And for a moment
If only for two
We might all sit back and
Live in two times of space between
The fretful embark and the doughy step-off

The bus.
I'm on a coach and after a week of pressing workloads the silence here is wonderful. Surreal as well.
 Oct 2015 Theresa M Rose
Lexie
I like your encouragement
It fuels my fire
Stokes my ego
Helps me burn brighter

I like your words
How they feel
When they roll off my tongue
They help me heal

I like your eyes
They scream out the love
Like golden gems
Sent from above

I like your heart
The way it beats quickly
When I place my head against
You chest, it beats with me

I like you arms
I could trace your veins
For days and hours
And never feel ashamed

I like your chin
Stuck out in stubborn
They way you are strong
At every chance you learn

I like your walk
Trying to be cool
I know you are special
Not just a tool

I like your hands
They way your fingers bend
Around my own
To hold on to the end

I like your yesterdays
How they fade to todays
And I know the tomorrows
Are days that will amaze

I like you
I really do
And maybe I think
You like me to
Have you ever felt so stressed, that the tears fell down your face,
And you didn't even realize they existed?

Have you ever needed love so much, that you cut your skin,
Just to spread numbness through your entire body?

Has it ever happened to you, terrible anxiety seizing your body,
And all you can think about is how sweet poison would taste?

Have you ever swallowed pills,
Just to spit them up as your loved one cries for you to stay with them?

They call it self-harm, and self-destruction, what we do to our bodies,
Yet it's brought on by the environments we're forced into.

The "self-harm" has never been my fault; not really.
It's brought on by this world.
I've only attempted to ease the pain caused by others.
Sorry for all of the dark material, guys. TRIGGER WARNING.
when looking back
from the hum
of the bee
or the tiny bird
flapping violently a
thousand miles a
minute

I see differently,
*** in an
instant
looking back
the drowning
me  I was then.

And gain an
insight, vicariously
at me when the past was
all the threats confronting
me

as deadly there on the timeline
of then, did or does that tell me
anything? Or maybe
I was right then?
And now I am
but
dreaming?
We took a drive. I had things to say.
My heart was aching, shattered.
I rehearsed the words throughout the day,
Believing that it mattered.

I met you then but I only saw,
The mask you chose to show.
If you were suffering underneath,
Then how was I to know?

I said,
" Your grey facade hides worlds so vast,
Naked flesh of fruit, beneath the rind.
Your future's informed by its turbulent past,
Full understanding; when you look behind."

You said,
" You try too hard, you think too much.
You never live for now.
Wrapping words around the wrong ideas,
You miss the point somehow."
"Stuck in place, because it's safe,
You're too afraid to grow.
If you had begun to change your fate,
Then how was I to know?"

You saw me within a grey facade.
I saw you within a grey facade.

We could not say more, it seemed sufficient,
That love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is ignoring all that came before,
Loving only the moment.
That coin of the realm: elusive, bright.
Your grey facade hides
Such a beautiful light.
Love has many names.
Call any one aloud and I will answer.
I will come.
You will see.
You'll see me clearly, even behind this grey facade.
I took on a second spoken word collaboration with a composer in the Netherlands I met through SoundCloud.com.  The track was titled "Grey Facades" and, so, I gravitated toward this theme...  exploring the differences between our outer, public personae and our inner, personal lives. In this case, the mask is harsh but conceals kindness and life.  The speaker, themself, seems to have a thin mask and an analytical nature.  They wear their beauty and darkness right on their sleeve but still remain obscured in other ways.

This is a collage of stanzas written independently over many months, but tending to relate to the one theme.  When I simply stacked them up and read them, cold, against the track, most of it's parts just clicked right with the changes.  I was surprised and really like how it's going.  Will post the final mix when it's done.
Update:   A final mix now exists..  Give a listen:
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/grey-facades-feat-warmphase
 Oct 2015 Theresa M Rose
Harsh
I've moved ten times
within four states
in the first eleven years of my life.
I've said good-bye to
best friends and
influential teachers,
favorite spots to read and
a few great ice cream shops.
Initially I always regretted
having to leave behind comforts
but then I realized
there are so many better things
to say good-bye to.
When you move, when you start anew,
say good-bye to all the ****** things.
Say farewell to all the times
that you felt lost,
leave behind all of the
old bruises and scars
(although it is a good idea
to remember and learn from them,
it's better they stay in the past)
Bid "adieu" to every instance
you felt less than whole.
Rid yourself of these unnecessary
weights on your chest
and move on,
taking a new breath as you go.
 Oct 2015 Theresa M Rose
Nickoli
I loved you more than a musician loves music,
I trusted you with more of my heart then a doctor,
I showed you more of my soul then my own family,
I let you touch the mountains and curves of my body,
I gave you my thoughts and we explored the caves together,
I never shattered the love we had built,
I was always there to dry your tears and wipe them from your cheek,
I forever held my hand in yours with true intentions of love,
I had always dreamed of giving you the life you wanted,
I always was right there to catch you from another hit by this thing called life,
Now for you,
You were there when I need a bandaid,
You were there when I was scared of being alone,
You were there to support me in my dreams,
You let me explore the beautiful mind you were given,
You let me take the chains off my tongue and speak freely,
You let me express my heart and soul,
Our hands were tangled together with love and pure soul,
I’m sorry for the pain we have both endured,
It clearly doesn’t tear you apart,
I am happy for the life you have made,
I am happy for the life I have recovered in,
I will always love apart of you,
But I am happier without you,
No more crying no more pain,
You’re now a locked door in the back of my mind,
You have the key,
Don’t be selfish with it.
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