Collapsing on my bed in a fever, the stitch in my side as a knife wound seeking to stay its itch. My exposed torso reveals no such distress. The ceiling, as always, holds no release. And I'm getting sick of hearing my breath.
Your not just beautiful. I see you every time I look up. The star that shines it's brightest. Filling my life. The moon lit like a dream. And forever I stare. Listening to the silence. Awaken by a soft light I know it's you. I can feel your touch hovering about. Counting the steps until our arms leave our side. The possibility of traveling from one sphere to the next. Our eyes but dots in wait. The question of rockets and big bangs. The essence of time interlocked between our fingers. With no room left to breathe, our rocket becomes continuous. With you, a compilation of light. Is there any question to why my arms stretch as far as they do. I gravitate to you, the most beautiful chaos I've ever seen. To be the space you fill in infinite devotion. Your not just beautiful, your astonishingly out of this world. Our arms no longer by our side. the rocket pierces the stratosphere. We explode internally
This way to the show, folks The most amazing show you have ever seen Bigger, wider, deeper Wondrous and terrifying More beautiful than your dreams Uglier than you can imagine And all for free If you speak very loosely, that is
Watch your step son Don’t trip on the unintended consequences
Step right this way There’s no time like the present In fact there’s no time left at all Take a peek behind the curtain if you dare What’s the worst that could happen Probably best not to think too much about it
See the man without a plan Watch him stumble through life Be amazed as he defies death on the streets His struggles with addiction will amuse you Enjoy the bitterness of his regrets
Be stupefied by the clueless wonder Taken advantage of at every turn Thrill as he turns into the human doormat Feel free to wipe your shoes on him He likes it, really
Prepare your senses for the shock of The compassionate woman Stand bewildered as she is betrayed by lovers Gasp as she weeps for people she does not know Make her a promise as you leave fellas You will make her day
You will be stunned by the man who is not like you Be horrified at his minor differences Criticize all his perceived flaws Feel free to mock him, he is used to it
What’s that ma’am No don’t feel sorry for them They like it here Three hots and a cot you know Only some humiliation each night And twice on Saturdays
Come one, come all Leave the show smug and satisfied About how much better you are Than these miserable examples of failure
All this and more and not one penny to enter The only fee is part of your humanity Just drop it in the box right here On your way in
(Genesis chapter 1:6 and God said: “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the water, and let the waters be divided by the water.” I never understood this statement, well not until I wrote this poem). The ocean. It’s just a wetter version of the sky a graveyard' of poetry that broke into my heart and open my eyes, and I saw the brightest darkness mirror reading handwritten dreams cuffing the stars consoling the rain whom tears laugh
and in that laughter, I hear the words God hates you these insulting tears that only once god could hear now speaks to me with warring tongues and I had nothing deep to say just a crushed sentence a pile of regret a sky that jumped on my train thought and we went from an angelic blue to a halo of black.
God, I do apologize if you feel like I have displeased you. See I have been searching for a weightless god because the others are too heavy and too weak like watered down gospel, Weak like the dark side of poetry Weak like a religious inside joke no one gets Forgive me for you know everything I don't
so tell me am I a self-portrait of you and will you promise to clean ***** lost souls like mine and will u forgive me for having an enchanted mind You see I often mistook you for a poem that has never been written Mistook you for masculine words that became undone I mistook you for a selfless father that has more than one son Mistook you for a sky filled with multiple sunsets.
I know nothing of you, you unseen god tell me am I of the other god am I his fleshly creation standing outside my normal heartbeat and on the footnotes of his story standing breathing whirlwinds on death ears of soundless music into the lungs of his bible The lungs of his heaven that often resembles the blood stains in his ****
blood that flows throughout my veins and into an anthem of sorrow Sung with broken tongues sorrow buried in all kind if ancient languages And I sit in this **** crying with roses that's been wounded by his thoughts and his words shoved into each other and I hate this
so much that I stripped down to pain and I am exposed ***** with caution and I can see that my heart is a jealous god also an egoistic ghost filled with love I never felt a love that has no title
a love I am not entitled to feel and why should I be When that god knows I am a sleepwalking addict high off of pain why should I be when that God knows I am as useless as a headless butterfly When I should be more like the ocean Yeah just a wetter version of the sky The human body is made up of 75% water (So in Genesis chapter 1:6 when God said “Let the water be divided by the water.” Where did that water go? It is in me).
On the invisible land He builds His spires proud & tall and His bells ring loud
Yet, while I am so small standing in The Crossing I feel the love of Christ and the sweat of fear and the blood of ages in the coloured light in the flicker of each candle against the rough-****** columns
Timelessness rises up in me as a wave of submission And though I think I hear the ancients calling I admit no allegiance, I shudder as if the great hall had grown cold
Tūrangawaewae is a concept from Māori culture which means: domicile, standing, place where one has the right to stand - place where one has rights of residence and belonging through kinship and whakapapa.
you wanna know what real depression feels like? it feels like in your head you know that everything will be okay and your life will go on but your heart hurts. like physically hurts. it's like someone reached into my chest and is strangling my heart. just crushing it to pieces. i don't want to move or get out of bed. i haven't eaten yet today. i tried this morning, took one bite and felt like i was gonna puke. my stomach keeps growling like it's taunting me cause it knows i can't lose anymore weight without becoming sick. and there's nothing can do about it either. like, i'm dying and i can't help myself.
Love is always praised into the heavens But never is a tale spoken in which hatred truly prevails, For those creatures who have nothing but it left seem so lost, Is this the price they are taking, or must this be a farewell ? Alike love, hate can give strengh but also great misery, For those who have lost the access to light it is but an embrace, Because for them the heart was made to be broken, Eventually though, through all odds they find their way, despising what they formerly had done, had felt and had acted. This side of the story remains lonesome, The light of love is for all to bear in the end, But the embrace of hatred is undesired as if it was cursed, Just because the darkness made an attempt to protect their minds, An outcast who was left behind, who was undefended, Bidden farewell the shadows of night give in to the sunrays Another night ends in defeat.
Mysterious and unseen A master of the dark and light And all in-between When she looks into your soul Hers is enough to burn it to the ground But also ****** it to the very core She is a force of nature An unstoppable wave of chaos and purity that’ll throw you so off course you’ll forget what it was ever like to not have her in your life She will read your mind with the power to take every last bit of strength you have until you regret ever standing in her path Do not ever lie to her For she does not handle deceit lightly Vengeance is her first, middle and last name And her type of revenge is an evil noone would wish to encounter A queen of manipulation at her finest she will see into your soul long before you catch a glimpse and change the way you think to mend what she craves and the desire that she seeks
She is a Scorpio, And if you think you can escape her
You're already doomed.
A poem dedicated to my sister who wanted me to write one about her, but is also dedicated to parts of myself and any other scorpios out there that can relate. She is the darker side of the scorpio and i am the lighter, but this poem portrays more of the darker side.