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communicate•such are her methods to make us see•
she tries to the mother we've abused to such
the way a state•the earth we've squand-
it is ered so very blindly•but we do
• not change our ways • instead
we devise our feeble solutions•
bunkers and alerts, in place we
lay•hoping these would halt her
spiteful vengeance•the past has sha-
red of what transpired before•our days carry
on without words of thanks•we could never learn
of what's in store•what ripple could grow to consume
our banks•
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
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her
tears shed under the pouring rain
with her yellow umbrella lying on the ground
She can hear the droplets echoing through her mind
The raging storm and the dark sky shrouded the entirety of her world
she is drowning, with no one to hold. Then suddenly, he came to grab the
umbrella, showered her like a flower, touch her heart like the gentle rain drops. planted
daisies on her eyes, so when she cries, it'll bloom to life and to remind her of beauty a beauty from
the
sun
shine
that
gives
light
to
her
own
shatt
ered
world
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Smoking *** can make you lose your job
Drinking liquor can make you lose your liver
Smoking tobacco can make you lose your lungs
Eating McDonalds can make you lose your heart
Drinking soda can make you lose your feet
Snorting coke can get your high(ered) in congress
You can lose your feet, liver, lungs, and heart while coked up in congress
But you can't smoke ***
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
An earthquake sev
ered the land from the
other land, disconn
ected the bridge from the
shore.
I felt the rumble in my glass,
saw the ripple in lady dacre's wine.
The quivers influenced the
nerve endings at the base of my spine,
and the dimmed lights flickered
almost imperceptibly.
I saw the faces of the lazybones
in the bar, the panic-
Most people survived.
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
I finally got it right you see, he uttered with a smile
I'm finally back to where I was when I just a child
I spent my years pretending every move I made was right
until I faced reality without a place to hide
in baring what I'd covered up I breathed my very first
and realized I never lost my precious little girls
they walked with me through darkness, stayed together when I broke
reminded me the light was on whenever I went home
my hands were always counting down my fingers to a fist
and I would let the anger have its way because of this
but countless be my sorries as my character's remade
a father to his children says, I need you every day
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
"How are you?"
"I am fine."
"How are you?"
"I am fine."
"How are you?"
And it goes on and on and on,
This courteous game no one invests in
Half-glances sliding over you
Catalouging your state briefly before
Moving onto something else
The unspoken rules of this game dictate
That you keep to routine.
How are yous and I am fines,
Never change
Never stop.
Never, ever, change.
It does not matter
If these are not truths
It does not matter
If you feel like your skin is bursting
And your head is exploding
And your heart is shrieking
And your blood is singing.
They must ask How are yous
And you must say, I am fines
"I am-"
But.
I am not.
I am not fine you want to scream and shout You have not been fine since last year the year you discovered that you don’t matter you are only worth the As in your report book. The teacher’s assessment of you is unfair yet true and you are never anything less than troubled. Red becomes the colour you see behind your eyelids in the dark and in the day When the red stands out and even if it doesn’t because that’s all. You. Can. Think. About. It is the colour under the skin of your thighs when you slap too hard It is the colour that spills over the skin of your forearms where you hide the cuts under sleeves You are falling falling a dizzy mess No one but you will taint this metaphorical white dress. You dig in your work. You solve math problem after math problem and buy new highlighters to line the pages of your Biology textbook and you pay attention in History class even though your friend elbows you in the ribs to get your attention to show off her latest doodle. But still red redred red red red redred dred ered red red is all you can think about, you don’t like the colour but now you just might. it keeps you sane. After class when no one paid attention and everyone disrupted it you ran to the bathroom to create more so. You tell your friends and they look at you sadly but forget later. It takes you months of not eating properly and starving yourself of sentiment before you realize you are too young to be jaded. Other, better friends (though it is no fault of your older ones) pull you through. You learn to like simple things again. You throw yourself in articles and articles of the feminist movement and watch that new TV show and make more friends that loosen you up and make you laugh and dance. You take pictures and create memories again. You live a little more again. You are making progress.
"-fine."
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
I
Thought
I Might Die
That Day As I Watched
Your Lifeless Body Being Lifted
By Angels, and yet, lowered into the ground.
Six feet deep, I refused to
Throw dirt on you because
I felt as though it would tar
nish Your perfect complexi
on The beautiful hand I wa
nted to hold in mine Was n
ow wrinkled and withered
I sank with you My blood s
ank into my veins My heart
sank into my chest My eyes
sank into my head But I wa
s not dead yet. You taught
me to live So I could not fal
l apart I bit my lips until th
ey bled Clenched my fists u
ntil they went white Fightin
g to hold on. I could not cru
mble But as the coroner low
ered you down I realized th
at I had no place to go but up
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Fragment s
Of a riven heart
Sc attered on th e floor
With battered
Smi t hereens which can
Nev er ever
Ameliorate whilst stars
Scintillate athwart the
Gorgeous dome of the heavens
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
you are the smoke that fills my lungs
and draws from me such wretched cough
That lingers on my mouth and tongue
in simulated kisses soft
You are the stain on fingers clenched
that clutch at strands of wisp-ered prayers
who's presence from my grasp is wrenched
and from my lips my sorrow tears
You are the stubbed out cigarette
that burned away to nought but ash
and neath my boot the end was met
a love you freely turned to trash
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 7:03 AM UTC
I
am
just
random
p
i
e
c
e
s
sc a tt ered
on the
floor
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
the words we
wrote on our
slitted pieces
of paper wer
e all lies and
i hope that w
hoever pulls
our old batt
ered notebo
ok out of th
e dusty ches
t in the man
or falling ap
art that we r
ulled with p
aper hats an
d painted na
ils knows tha
t our love wa
sn't really me
ant to be.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
For Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
This image does not resonate with me;
No, it bangs, dings, slaps my head,
Wake up call!
Time to write,
release, be pleased, ESCAPE
with pow!ered words,
oozing music,
You are not a fly,
but a human who can fly and find
those fork-in-the-path
choice holes
escape
[Escape]
and set yourself free
again and again
and
a Gain
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC