IceI stand up for you
A child and nothing more in your eyes
But still I stand up because its you I cherish and love.
Daddy, dear, who loved you unconditionally
Who supported you when they didnt and opened your eyes?
Who gave you love, gave you truth, and gave every ounce of trust they had?
Was it not your child,
Was it not me?
Grandma, my love, who has never treated you badly?
Who respected you and opened up the most to you?
When they ignored your wishes, belittled you and treated you as if you were not a person
Was it not your granddaughter,
Was it not me who did the opposite?
My family, my blood, who has stayed true?
Who has never called a person names and made fun of them when they left the room?
Can you name the person who loved unconditionally and never hurt you
Was it not the child,
Was it not me who stood up for you?
I stand up for you
But where is the reciprocation?
Your cold shoulders are what I deserve as a reward?
I gave you, and give you, my all
I'm Life's BitchTears are turned to dust behind my eyes.I'm Life's Bitch5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My tongue is shoving itself down my throat,
swallowing forgotten words.
There is a mind and there is a heart
but their purpose serves to let live a monster
who should have never risen.
Never ExistedPiece, piece, piece.Never Existed4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Falling from each surface.
Quiet sound of nothing.
Echoes of soundless nothing.
No salted liquid
Washing away lines of thought.
No moist tongue
Or clear throat.
Desolate and alone.
Forgotten yet never known.
A ripple across sand.
Tiny whisper amongst the crash.
A wreckage not long to last,
For the mess that once was
Should never have existed.
The PuppetHere no laughter dancesThe Puppet5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here no fragrant scents fill the air
Here no fluffy comfort and soft sensations.
Only the woven strings of a dampened reality
And the dark silence brooding and foretelling of coming storms.
There she stands with strings attached
The only things holding her up
And keeping her down.
No move can be made
No help can be found.
And what she could feel in the air begins to surround
A dark piercing sound which lacerates her soul.
A cry in her life, one that begs for an end.
Proceeding like an unrelenting tiger,
One that chases after the wounded morsel, so delectable to lifes savage craving,
The words which now erase a delightful what could have been.
Upon her painted, wooden face, she lets pain carve itself.
She screams into the unheard, into that blank abyss.
She screams in protest, she screams in pain, she screams for what she wants, but most of all,
She screams why.
And with it all she moves and flails
She yanks her strings and swings about.
She roars against i
Near Death ExperienceMy hands clutch at the airNear Death Experience5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I need something, anything to hold onto
The darkness is closing in
My breath is growing faint
Somebody .help me .
So, this is what it feels like to die
I didnt even get to say goodbye
My pulse is slowing
The dizziness is accelerating
If dying is this painful
Then just put an end to it
I can see a light .glowing in the distance
Its getting closer .and brighter .
Too bright .TOO BRIGHT!
My eyes open and my parents are hovering over me,
Tears in their devastated eyes
I sit up slowly, and embrace them both,
I am now one of the people who have looked death in the face and lived to tell the tale.
I knocked on his door.
And he answered.
But he looked me up and down, and shooed me away.
Its not your time.
I sit up slowly and embrace the people who gave me life
And thank God
For this chance to live,
One more time.
I can Breathe in PeaceI can breathe in PeaceI can Breathe in Peace4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When a heart is cold and the mind is lost, all that is good seems to disappear. It's a truth I had to learn before I understood what it meant. Upon the travels in my head, in a desperate search for freedom in a land of liberty, I realise more then ever that all I ever needed was someone who loved me. But I was blind. I couldn't see where the problem truly lay. My parents never liked me as a child, nor adult. My father left the side of his wife when I could barely speak. My mother was a dirty drug addict and couldn't stay on the ground. She was always too high to care. It was terrifying for me to live through. I have more bruises and bumps then a wrestler fighting for the world championship. I'm pretty sure this mark on my left hand is a spot where I should've had stitches. But of course I've never been properly treated. That would've been my mother showing love and being sane for a few hours. She never supported me.
Beauty is the BeastDawn encroached the night, the sun cleaving into the sky like a nightmare upon a peaceful sleeper. Clouds that hung heavy throughout the night obstructed the scene of the sun producing rays of light with the horizon. A wicked wind beat against the plantation and flooded its halls like a brutal plague. Though the wind made every door creak and howled within every corner, it was not these noises that opened the dim eyes of Belle. She sat up in her bed, supporting herself with delicate arms, and looked around. The sort of inclement weather that beleaguered the plantation was not unusual and neither were the sounds it created. The voices Belle awoke to, however, were quite unusual. Curious but not at all bothered Belle made her way out of bed, donned her favorite blue dress and made her way through her bedroom door; preparing herself for another routine day.Beauty is the Beast5 years ago in Horror More Like This
The wind had c