"outstreached" poems
Don't wait to see me drown in my own tears
Kissing the hands of my own fears, outstreached and waiting for me to fall
Come to me
Can you hear my call
How don't you see me begging
How don't you see me in my hour of need
The light it fades and in shadows we play
Like two little soldiers of doom
You were gonna be my life
The one who died inside to save this wretched child
But now
I kneel in dirt so dry wiping first from my eyes
And listening to the song of yesterday
Play in my mind
Don't leave me now
Don't turn around and walk away
Remember how it was
And now it's just all gone
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
There is beauty in brevity,
Fascination in the flawed.
In between the passage lines,
The answers may be broad.
Time may wink with sleight of hand
Parting, sifting, streams of sand,
And leave us not a grain to cleave
But to the wind and vanity
The Preacher looks out past the sea
Into placid mystery
And knows not the depths of emptiness
that caress the soul with gentleness
Yet steps out in the vast, clear space
Arms outstreached in lost embrace
To sink into the glassy pool;
Walk the floor of siren's song
And be they both lost together
in melodious cacophony
the cavernous, echoing chimes
of overlapping waves.
9/14/12
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
I'm looking Down
imagining falling off the balcony.
Hands first
Silent because once falling,
I can't scream.
My arms outstreached to brace my face
as it nears the stone.
That Moment the ground is there
I Close my eyes,
Arms break but Skull is smashed a second later
so I don't process any of it.
Then what.
I don't know.
But she does.
She just Jumped
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Under the mask hides the scars of pain
Forged by the knife when she was insane
Driven by guilt from daddies hand
When he used to play
His special game
Tears burn the lines that the knife has left
Reminders of nights best left unsaid
Closed eye's see nothing except the dark
Where the welcoming hands outstreached
Of death
Close to the edge she now stands alone
One more cut forever leaving home
He can't hurt her when she's gone
Unfair she knows
Her dying swan song
So lay her down to rest in time
The final cut came to save her
No more daddies little special girl
Just a sad alone soul in hell
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
they say money can't buy happiness
tell it to the girl who shamelessly googles "how to DIY everything when you have zero budget"
who can finally breathe with ease when bills are paid and the table is not empty
seeing others with outstreached smiles and perfect white teeth that never worries about whether or not we can survive the week without drowning in debts,
never fails to remind me how money can buy expensive smiles like for sale happy pills
happiness is such a foreign language that does not exist here
at least not something we can afford
money can't buy happiness
tell it to my father who trades health for cash
who have long ago wasted the abundance of wealth on drugs and liquors
as i watch the sunshine slip on his fingers i knew that he will forever suffer the consequences- house bills, college, meals, sanity, children's hatred, children's sanity, children's rusted future
money can't buy happiness?
tell it to my mother who sells smiles for food
charming, soft, survivor
but one can never unsee the darkness carved by growing up living in scraps, hidden somewhere in that weight she carries on her shoulders
doing everything to survive and to stay afloat
she who have learned that real weakness exist in poverty
tell it to my family
who have spent restless nights fighting over bills than sharing laughter at the dinner table
because dinner table is a small wooden table and there is never enough room to contain the hunger, hatred and rage we each keep to ourselves
for every talk ends up in arguments,
pointing fingers, knuckles on walls, shattered pieces of glasses on the floor, knife on my mother's hand,
cursing, cursing, cursing..
ears i wish i could cut off
laughter is a privilege we do not feel entitled because there are too many other things to worry about
ask them if they have found happiness yet
and we will answer in chorus: what do you think?
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Crystal clear waters above my head
I've drowned in this life of wrong
Weighted down by my own guilt
Only now forgotten songs
Why was I so blind from the start
To think I was so clever
Never being caught in waves of trouble
Yet here I am drowning
No hands outstreached to help me now
Just faces stare and ripple
Darkness rushing with arms wide open
Pulling me further away
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC