"erin" poems
My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7
it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth
the only questions i come to now
is why
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
my innocence
my purity
my childhood
in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind
like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
over
and
over
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors
i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
its you
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
********** me
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes
it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything
but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
What if grass is greener on the other side,
Because it’s always raining there,
Where the ones who never fail to give,
Hardly have enough to spare,
Where the people with the broadest smiles,
Have pillows filled with tears,
And the bravest ones you’ve ever known,
Are crippled by their fears,
It’s filled with lonely people,
But they’re never seen alone,
Where those that lack real shelter,
Make you feel the most at home,
Maybe their grass looks greener,
Because they’ve painted on its hue,
Just remember from the other side,
Your grass looks greener too.
~e.h.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
They say practice makes perfect.
And you’ve always been smart,
but you’ve got hating yourself,
right down to an art,
it’s now just a step in your morning routine,
To glance in the mirror,
And not like what you’ve seen,
The voice in your head lies,
But it won’t let you know,
You gave up on ignoring it,
A long time ago,
Flowers in a vase,
Keep your guard by your bed,
Yet you still see their beauty,
Though their petals are dead,
If they were a person,
they’d hate themselves too,
But they would always be loved,
By someone like you,
Although your petals are wilted,
And you think no ones knows,
You’re only counting your thorns,
While the world sees your rose.
~e.h.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
'you've felt it, haven't you? those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches.' - Heather Anastasiu
'you have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.' - F. Scott Fitzgerald
'i knew he didn't love me, but i adored him anyway.' - Patti Smith
'i like people with depth, i like people with emotion, i like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also people that can make me smile.' - Abbey Lee Kershaw
'most days i wish i never met you because then i could sleep at night and i wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.' - Good Will Hunting
'i have a million things to talk to you about. all i want in this world is you. i want to see you and talk. i want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.' -Haruki Murakami
'i love you in that crazy, stupid, i want to rip your throat out and kiss you at the same time love.
that love where it's so overwhelming i hate you for making me feel so vulnerable.
that love that takes over your mind and i end up thinking about you so much i drive myself into complete and utter insanity.
that love which where i put my heart on my sleeve, took everything you could throw at me and still loved you with the little pieces you left.
the love that i'll tell my kids about, the 'what if' kind of love, the one i'll never forget.
the love of my life.
that's the way i love you.' - Chippylou
'i am holding your name
underneath my tongue
in case you ask me
to make my favorite
sound.' - Stolenwine
'i need to rip your
name off my tongue;
it no longer taste
sweet. - a.w.k.jones
'i keep thinking you already know. i keep thinking i've sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.' - Iain Thomas
'i guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment, you could rip my heart out of my chest, tear it into pieces, throw it on the ground and stomp all over it. and that i'd just pick it up and hand it back to you.'
'i romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like cupid's arrows.'
'i'll never be busy enough to not miss you.' - m.k
'i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth'.
'i have tried to let you go and i cannot. i cannot stop thinking of you. i cannot stop dreaming about you.' - Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
'your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.' - Hafiz, Persian poet, "Your Mother and My Mother"
'she hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.' - Julia Quinn
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.
By
Erin Hanson
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
somber bomber i like ducks
we dont love the gov it *****
(my friend erin said the ****
i did arrands rode the truck
the trip i flipped and made a sound
i skipped a bit and saw a hound
sorry pa he saw the mess
the current system likes to test
they see how fast and smart we are
so we can crash and part a car
there is no point to living now
maybe cause'
i was never
taught
how.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Sharing smiles as we talked
Under a rainbow.
And the clouds rolled in
And the wind sprinkled rain,
Our path was etched in stone,
Along Erin's coast.
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Time unwent as we strolled
And dreamed of nowhere.
And the clouds rolled in
And the wind sprinkled rain,
Wild rushes and reeds so tall
They sheltered our way,
We moved through the day,
And suddenly,
We were two seabirds gently flying
And our souls
Were laid to rest, on the breath of heaven.
We devoted our lives,
Felt as one our spirits rising toward the sun,
Peacefully, so peacefully
And the Earth,
We felt her deep,
Undersong.
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Sharing smiles as we talked
And dreamed of nowhere.
We dreamed of nowhere.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
Tell me, friend, have you ever seen
A leprechaun in a suit o' green
With an impish grin?
You haven't? Well,
You must not know the magic spell!
Listen in:
You take a pipe and puff and pass
A green as green as Erin's grass,
Then take a glass
Of whiskey and beer,
And chase the smoke, and choke with cheer:
One will appear!
*
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Alyra, remember that day?
That day at the park?
You were three, and I was eleven.
We went to the park with Daddy, Mummy, Molly, Arielle, Ella, Erin, and Pete.
Remember? You played on the playground with Ella and Arielle.
While Erin was teaching me to play basketball.
It was around August, so not too hot.
After we ate lunch, the big kids played touch footy while you went to the sandpit.
At the end is the day, when everyone was talking, you presented me with a big bunch of dandelions.
I told you and the girls to collect some more and I'll make jewelry with them?
You would take off that silly neckless for hours until it broke.
Then, I plaited flowers through your hair. You looked even more beautiful then you already are.
Just before sunset we danced and danced and danced.
That was the day you taught me 'Doggy Doggy'.
We watched the sunset - all of us.
You were sitting on my lap telling me about your day at kindy the day before.
Alyra, baby girl, try and remember.
Because one day, you won't be a baby girl anymore.
You'll just have memories.
That is why I hang on to them so hard. Because I never want to forget. And I never will. Not when it comes to you.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
Within the hills of Erin, stands a maiden gazing upon the sky,
Looking to heaven, praying with passion, for a prince to dry her eyes.
The winds call out from the starry night, as angels come here her plea
"Angels in heaven bring me a man that would fall inlove with me."
Without a word, or even a sound her angels shed a tear,
Having felt sorrow for this maiden who daily lives her fear.
They brush her face with silken wing drying tears from side to side,
Looking into their gaze she knew, that her dreams would come alive.
As the angels ascended back to heaven, their wings made fair wind blow,
And as they rose through heavens gate, a man began to show.
A gaze upon this man she had, and how it made her fly,
For the closer he came this man of hers, as she began to cry.
Are you he who has come to me in my greatest time of need?
Shall you comfort me, and hold me close, and love me as was forseen?
Fair maiden yes, I am he who has come to love you true
No more worries, or tears of pain from those who brought to you.
As she stood before this man, a shock came to her in size,
His wings caressed her body full, together trapped in time.
I am here to hold you now, never to let you go,
I desire nothing more than for our eternal love to grow.
She placed her head along his chest, letting her sorrows fly,
She had her dream with her now, standing at her side
He lifted her eyes to meet his gaze releasing all her sin,
As he brought his lips to hers, she knew he let her in.
This tale has meaning, you know it to be true,
This tale was written for no ones heart but me and finally you.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM UTC
It was my first time
I was fifteen years old
And it was 8 inches.
Eight. Whole. Inches.
Laying motionless in my hands,
Long and lifeless as I stared excitedly, nervously
My first ...haircut
I spun around in the salon chair to see my exposed jaw, shoulders, neck
Holding in my hands a ponytail that would soon be sent to Locks of Love
My first legitimate haircut, not the simple snips my mom would attempt in the bathroom when split ends were too unbearable,
A real style
Back straight and shoulders proud,
Uncertainty left on the tiles beneath the feet of beaming confidence,
Leaving dead the sheet that covered scared eyes and shy smiles…ever since I've developed an addiction to change,
Can't leave it the same for more than two months
And the chime of the door behind me opened endless opportunities:
Brown, auburn, gold, red, blond, yellow
Black
Brown black, blue black, soft black, natural black, always back to black
Straight, curly, layered, cropped, feathered, fringed, shaved
Undercut, mohawk, faux hawk, that weird thing where I gel it to the side and kind of look like a boy...
And yeah, sometimes I get sick of the sexist comments
People telling me I've got a boy's haircut
That short hair is for men, but
So were the olympics and voting and public education and getting published,
And thriving in the workplace and wearing pants,
And god knows im not going to give up either my Levi's or my razor
I'm not going to keep worrying; man's words will stop me from doing what i love
And I've been called lesbian, boyish, butch, manly, androgynous, anti-effeminate,
But I know I don't stand alone.
So thank you, Natalie Portman, P!nk,
Rihanna, Katy Perry, Anne Hathaway,
Kaley, Megan, Erin, Kim, Skylar
I don't know all of you well,
But the risks you've taken with your hair
Are an inspiration to those who care
So short haired women,
Keep doing your thang.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Road trip out to the coast
it'd been a long while
and I hadn't seen you.
So why not
plot a course out westward
and get away a couple days.
I was over being over it all
And you were sick of your ****** boyfriend.
So we packed and got in your new car
and spent the next few days in Portland.
Well, life's a fuckin' drag
when all you've got are
loan debts and frustration
At least there's
bad jokes and good scenery
and long drives on I-90 West.
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you.
We spent a day beneath a Bridgetown sky,
walked through the city with Jen and Erin,
got drunk on Pabsts for a dollar-fifty each
at the Star Bar, 'cuz we were talkin'
about
how folks are mostly lame
but can be cool if
they get half a chance to.
About our
stupid, funny habits--
it was the greatest day of my year.
We were over being over it all;
sorta tired of feeling kinda jaded.
Then the sun set over Oregon
and you and me and Jen and Erin.
We hopped on a city bus and you
were kinda drunk and acting pretty crazy.
As my stomach kicked from laughing hard,
I remember I just kept thinking
that
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Sharing smiles as we talked
Under a rainbow.
And the clouds rolled in
And the wind sprinkled rain,
Our path was etched in stone,
Along Erin's coast.
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Time unwent as we strolled
And dreamed of nowhere.
And the clouds rolled in
And the wind sprinkled rain,
Wild rushes and reeds so tall
They sheltered our way,
We moved through the day,
And suddenly,
We were two seabirds gently flying
And our souls
Were laid to rest, on the breath of heaven.
We devoted our lives,
Felt as one our spirits rising toward the sun,
Peacefully, so peacefully
And the Earth,
We felt her deep,
Undersong.
I took a walk with my love,
From Bray to Greystones.
Sharing smiles as we talked
And dreamed of nowhere.
We dreamed of nowhere.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Bible
Cigarette
31 candles
Death Certificate
Eulogy
Memorial Service Program
Obituary
May 2012 letter from Erin
Two crocodiles
African Coffee
A Crucifix
Crucifix
Avett Brothers
Jade's love
Rob's love (a Lion's love)
Ashes
You and your favorites
So:
Go Ahead
Chuck tonight's stardust
Through the screen door
I don't mind my freckle's
Illuminati
Confirm:
Scar tissue's
a weaker skin
seal, yes?
Your ashes in my hand
Beneath a bag of
Japanese sand
Same fate:
Ocean
A USPS
Worker slapped
the "Cremated Remains"
Sticker on the box of
You
$25 and 8,000 miles
You in a box
I lay you on
Bob Marley's
Freedom Song
Item by item
I cry
A scar tissue
tear
and tears
I'll learn to dance with
A limp like
Anne Lamott does
I still crave much more
Of you than I need
But:
Who knew palm fronds
Are lined in metal too?
Memories that
Don't fade (illuminate)
Don't stale (crisp)
Don't mold (cleanse)
So
Attach a bag of dust
to a day dream's balloon
Send you off to my
fondest memories
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
Everything reminds you of him.
Everything.
I stepped out of my bed and looked at my bare feet, the nailpolish on my toes chipping away from prom night.
I get into the shower and I wash my hair, feeling its curliness and remembering his fingers running through it.
Fingers, and then
My hands, dangling them behind me in long hallway, wishing you would latch on.
My dad, and the times I biked to your house to drown out the hurtful words he screamed in my ears, and knowing that you would kiss the bruises on my thighs until they disappeared.
My ankles and the times you laughed at the patch of hair I missed while shaving
My backpack and the how you lent me three dollars and 48 cents so I could buy it.
*And my cheeks, and all those ****** days when you refused to kiss them, but kissed my lips instead*
Thinking about God, remembering thanking Him everyday that I’m alive every time I pass the part of 94 E where I got into my car accident, on the way home from your house on that icy night.
I can’t function in a normal way without pangs of hurt
Popping into my head like bee bee gun pellets.
I can’t think of bee bee guns without thinking about that night we hung out with your stupid friends and they shot a phone book with it, putting holes three inches deep.
I can’t think of that night without getting angry at your parents.
I can’t think of your parents without thinking about the day your mom caught me putting my shirt back on after an hour and a half of happiness
and how she sat us down
And said that you needed to think about your future, you future wife.
Was I really worth it?
Were you wasting your time?
I guess that was always up to you.
I can’t think of Christmas, because you gave me a ring that morning
And we fought a lot that winter.
I can’t think about Halloween because we used to go to Erin’s party every year
Except this year because she cancelled it
At least
I think she did.
I can’t think about valentine’s day because the day before it is our anniversary, the day you asked me to be yours
Over a text message.
And I said yes.
Over a text message.
I can’t think of easter because that was the day I kidnapped you
And took you far away from your mom
Where we couldn’t hear her tell us we were wrong about each other.
We went to a bridge
And you made me feel so beautiful even though my shoes were so ugly.
And we kissed on top of every sculpture
And we tried to kiss at the very top of the world, but it was closed
Because of easter.
And I can’t think about the day after easter
Because that was when I ended it.
And I’m not ever gonna get over this.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
Ana knows I can't be alone,
So she will mourn by my side,
While I count down
From the start
When...
Love lived a decade ago;
Calendar dated 10th century,
Top chest smeared with last millennium's dust and dried rose petals,
Bottom shelf stacked with the Recent epoch's chronicles in scrolls,
And I wrote this anecdote during the late Eocene,
But I am now an era old;
Too short of memory to remember fairytales,
Too outgrown to believe magic tricks or play a game of chance,
Too outworn to have my heartstrings plucked,
Too callous to bear a soft spot,
Too archaic to belong in any contemporary world,
Too ancient for a technological revolution.
Fixed in a period that won't age,
Absent of a timekeeper, missing every timepiece;
My antique mind couldn't only smarten up for
This relic of a body, camouflaging skin-deep among prototypes,
Preserving the fossils of my endangered heart.
Maybe one day a noble clocksmith will come
And build us a time machine.
Maybe I'll have my youth back
When Ana teleports back to Erin,
Where her misplaced soul will finally be home with the gods,
For I think I'd do fine without her anymore,
As I land inside a time capsule,
Or wake up as a hand-me-down,
In time at long last with today's pendulum clock.
I'd be lucky if it's the clocksmith who takes such artifact.
But until such time warp,
Ana knows I can't be alone,
So she will mourn by my side,
While I count down
From the start
When...
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC
The night we went to that club in Seoul
And danced with Hot Toby
We got back to the hostel and we were staying in the
Basement that night
I was so sick, needed to pass out
And proceeded to use a shirt
As a snot rag throughout my sleep
I woke up and the shirt had turned to solid concrete
Boogers cement
We had to wake up early
We went to go look at temples
I didn’t wash that shirt
I just wore it
And I remember needing to pass out
All day; so sick I couldn’t taste anything
Not even Kimchi
And I said to myself
"I just need to party"
So we went out that night
I didn’t change
My clothes
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
The dust has been lifted
Wise words from the man in the red truck
As he eluded provocative ants dancing ‘round cigarette ash
Pokemon never behaved like jackals
Or any other eighties hair metal bands for that matter
At least Pantera shredded their way out of that shtick
It allowed me to quench my thirst with neon Gatorade
And stomaching peninsulas
This is why starch as a way to mend secular viral videos
Was never a serious consideration
That right belongs to the intergalactic Prince Albert
Of the Ziggy Stardust federation
It’s what made me feel secure with crack and root beer
Can I get a signal out here,
Or did the waffle train miss me by a nano robot?
God save this illustrious choir of cephalopods and naval lint
Before they find their way into the haphazard way
I chop chicken under drunken stars
A wizard once led me to this concussion
But I cannot remember the first door he smashed with a crowbar
I know it had only been six years since Julia Roberts was in Erin Brockovich
The movie about the alien cyborg, who birthed Africanized
Native American bumble bees
Or was that merely a fan fiction continuation?
That’s when the itch in my head stopped….
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
Lilac moons still frolicking
In that meadow of your individuality
You smile to yourself your wolfish grin
Because no one else will ever get it...
That rainbow coursing through your veins...
The delicatessen within your mind
It doesn't matter Erin
Secrets for the privileged zombie muffins
Allow your splendid vortex to swirl
Don't keep the cubic wheels of your world from moving
Christmas tree cookie cutters...
Should only be used for baking
Not for defining the shape of humanity
Hatred should stay out of it
Indignation was called off today
You're too special...
And not in that little yellow bus way
You're always on that rocketship of wow
Don't fear the envy of all the others
For your soul burning so brightly within
It still shines throughout you
Just love it...
I watched you grow like a dandelion
But are you a flower or another garden ****
Make the decision on your own
It's all on you to choose your own adventure now
*Eines Tages wird die Welt dir zuhören...
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
I know it inside me
And I can feel it
Everyone has it to some degree
A beauty about them
Everyone will be loved
Everyone finds someone
To love them
But I haven't found him
So much lust
From men with the wrong beauty for me
I feel just like them
Looking for the one
I want to love
But it's not returned
It's never returned
I can't wait
I can't wait
Is he brown-haired and tweed?
Is he a four-eyed blond?
Is he full of confidence?
I have so many hopes and crushes
Crushed
Is he perfect or almost perfect?
Or one of those men with the wrong beauty?
Will I settle?
No, I won't back down.
I'm an idealist so I won't back down.
You can't make me settle
Like they did in 1391.
You can't make me settle
Like they did in 1391.
You can't make me settle.
Like Erin Everly.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
"She puts her feet up. "I have literally just been in this place of zero fear. I just believe, as totally hippy ******** as that sounds, anything's possible if you're willing to grab it and make it your own. You look at Stevie Nicks. Did she have the most amazing voice in the world? **** no -- but she got on stage and she owned every molecule inside of herself and completely captured every molecule around everybody else in the entire room. She was this poster child for, 'I don't give a **** it's about my soul and my spirit and my music, and you either dig it or you don't.' And that's kind of my take on all this -- minus the ****** words." - erin wasson
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
He kept trying
Over, and Over, and Over
To take Her home
Being a good *********
Grew tiresome the more I
Drank
He started to beg Me
Because I never leave her alone
Not even on
One-night-stands
I kept telling him
He is a ****
Shut up
One last time:
Erin, come on!
**** no!"
"I'll make you a grilled cheese."
"Yes!, let's go!"
I slept on the couch
His bathroom vanity
Is filled with anti-balding
Creams
Maybe his insecurities
Are a part of his
Slutiness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I miss Micronesia food
I wanna eat gross ramen
Greasy **** in a ***** bowl
Went to the grocery store with Jesse:
"find the cheapest ****
White rice
I ate four bowls of it
So good
**** yes!
The kids used to fight
Knock each other around
Scrounging
Over ***** of white rice
Even the four day old
Rotten ones
Because they were always better
Than the rotten boiled bananas
She thinks to herself:
"Nothing will ever
Be this fun again"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The girls I teach with are nice
But I don't have a white-collar
Sense of humor
My humor is filthy
So I stay quiet
People at work don't know
How funny I am
Seven of them are pregnant right now
We'll be ******* in a few months
They talk about how there feet
Grow as their pregnancies progress
******* fascinating
My closest friend there in the
Kindergarten pod doesn't drink
So we only get so far
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Holding me gently
with calloused hands
On blades of grass
I'm too weak to stand
In the autumn rain
beneath the colored leaves
Oh sweet honey
you bring me to my knees
Like wings of a butterfly
And pollen shared with a bee
Scent from a flower
You're my sweet honey
As flowers bloom
wings take flight
Making sweet honey
In the rain tonight
Like wings of a butterfly
And pollen shared with a bee
Scent from a flower
you're my sweet honey
Oh sweet honey
you bring me to my knees
In the autumn rain
beneath the colored leaves
Making sweet honey
With my baby tonight
Oh sweet honey
you bring me to my knees
In the autumn rain
beneath the colored leaves
©Erin K. Perkins
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Sit.
Sit quietly, all alone.
Sit.
I want to sit here by this tree and think.
Nature is a beautiful thing, it helps you think and possibly dream.
Trees.
The trees are big like mountains, shading you from all things bad.
Trees.
Giving you hope that one day you could grow as strong as thee.
Flowers.
The flowers bring great beauty to this world.
The flowers show proof of wonderful things.
Me.
I sit here quietly, filled with admiration of the beautiful sky.
The clouds, like big puffs of white fluff floating across the blue sky.
If you stare too much, one day you’ll float away like the clouds some say.
Me?
I’m more than willing to float away like the clouds, seeing the beauty of everything.
Nature is beauty, and beauty is within.
I am nature and nature is I.
Erin Schwartz
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
i'm mounting my bicycle
i'm minding the pain in my gums
in my eyes and the sun
and the candy rappers, little candy rappers
there's blood on my palms
there's a trail in the dirt
there's an older man, holding hands with his small daughter
and he smiles back
and now i have a reference, but not today
today i suffer
allow me to suffer
my mouth full of sugar, and a muffled "no"
no, no
no, not today
you're not allowed to save me
i have shiny clothes and my mouth is sticky,
red
you're not allowed to take me
save me, erin
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC