"attatches" poems
The more you think about it,
The more it seems confusing.
The more I tell you stories,
The more you'll discover
Who I am
And
What I was..
But telling you these,
Makes me feel closer to
you.
But, everytime
I show you my cracks,
My fears,
My fragile and humane
Personality,
The more it pains me
To hear your words
And stare at the sky
*telling myself that
I am*
alright.
You are
The string
That attatches my
sanity.
But you are the scissors
That can
Cut my throat
And let me choke
On my own
Cold blood.
Your smile is so perfect, so natural.
And your words are true and sharp, like the blade cutting the shackled animal.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Brain synapses connecting at speed of light
Hands type furiously ,pausing to touch her child
Unblinking Cyborg in a woman's curves
She hasnt slept well in 8 days
Wearing her fatigue like the metal braces
She attatches on her metal child
Clunk,Clunk ,Yet another malfunction
**** Robot
3 seconds,Sorted.
SHE.Shes a well oiled engined
Gears tugging smoothly over each other.
She got it all together.
She is NOT a boy,NOT a tomboy
THIS woman just built a robot in 2 days
Finally,She blinks
Teadrop
Pity her heart cant fix that easy.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Her heart was no longer held in her chest,
Rather she sported it on her sleeve.
Everyone noticed that her sleeves were stained ****** red.
Everyone but her.
She wakes up the next morning, and before leaving the house,
She attatches her heart to her sleeve like a piece of fine jewelry.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC