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Memories of
Broken things and
Past dreams of
Soap and seams,

And all of it seems
To teem with
A neutral shade of
Green

As I sat and
Plucked and preened
Someone, somewhere,
Started to sing,

With the most
Wonderful voice
Almost as if they
Hadn’t a choice…
They locked him up
in a ******* cage
a boy
lost
a boy
who is stealing my new gameboy
on Christmas morn
a boy
who is making mini pies by my side
for a sweet thanksgiving suprise
a boy who looked
so *******
(heartbreakingly)
lost
that day his mother died
the boy who took a path
that so easily could have been mine
a boy who battled demons
that call to him at night
a boy with no inhibitions
to guide to the light
a boy we all believed in
whose aunt prayed for him at night

They locked him up
in a cage
because lady justice
had to have her way
but she doesn’t know what she’s done
he may be twenty
but he’s a boy
get him out of that box
he is sick
he doesn’t need your
degrading looks
your monstrous words
that boy
needs love
he needs stability
he needs help
compassion

I need him out of that cage
I need
that boy
to not be sick
and in  
that ******* cage
I need to hold him
I need to wrestle with him
play gameboy with him
I need him to be that boy

He can be that boy
but you just won’t let him

I love him
so
get him
out
of that ******* cage
It seemed like a good idea to say what I had to say,
only a fool would listen to someone talking under their breath.
I've been out there, not as much as I would like, seeing my face
in the mirror, not a care in the ******* world, buying time until
my ******* death. I've wasted years upon years listening to bull-
****, realizing later down the road I was spitting it out more than
anyone else, trying to puff up my ego, making a complete *******
out of myself. My words fell on deaf ears, it's no wonder with all
the lies I've told, avoiding responsibility from the open door, only to
come up short in the long run. So many fears I had, still have to a certain degree. The darkness wants to tear me down, and I'm running on ******* empty.
Love is said to be
like a manual, I guess
I read upside down?
******* sober is
not for casual affairs.
It is for lovers.

When ******* sober
there is no hiding the truth.
I haven't *** yet.

When ******* drunk, one
can disguise real emotions-
Blame the alcohol.

I'm not liking this-
connecting with someone else.
We are not in love.

******* sober is
for someone stronger than me.
Let me remain drunk.
i was slicing my ******* wrists open because of what you did to me
what you made me
i was smashing my ******* head against cement walls and crying and thrashing and screaming for nights on end
endless turmoil that removed my ability to ******* feel

...and you
you were bragging to your friends
took her **** virginity
on the floor of her father's (the pastor's) house
while he was upstairs sleeping
she begs for my **** in her mouth
for me to blow all over her face
i finally fully corrupted my christian girlfriend
you said
**** waiting she practically jumped on my ****

you ******* bragged while i ******* tried to **** myself
while i ******* watched blood leak out of my ******* body
while i ******* pressed lit ******* matches into my wrist
you
*******
bragged
that you
****** ME.
and now, *******
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