SkyWhat can bring darkened thoughts,
When I'm staring at this sky?
What dark reverie can dissolve the light,
Brought by that blue sky?
The bright rays of gold and paled blue,
Are painted with a gentle turn of wrist.
The green grass below,
Is dappled with gold reflections of the sun.
From a windowsill,
I watch it slowly melt the black,
Of the midnight's glow,
With stretching wings.
Light paints the colors of dawn,
Like an artist slowly creating a perfect drawing.
I watch silently,
By the windowsill.
That sky brings hope,
And in these moments,
Dark rays can be swept away.
The bright colors of that sky,
Are like ribbons of gold.
Watching from my room,
I can see dawn repaint a once dark sky.
The silver-ribboned clouds are now cotton-shaped.
With a gentle tune ringing by as I hum,
I'll step from here to there in some time,
And watch the remaining few flowers lift tired faces toward the sun.
In the Winter,
Trees can only reach a crooked hand upward,
Not yet bearing blossoms and bloom.
Self DestructionBreath as thick and heavy as melted caramel in the nightSelf Destruction2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sweat dew heavily across trembling skin
The humid air is heavier than elephants
No time to hesitate
No second guessing
The decision was made prior to this point
Cold metal feels like needles against clamy fingers
Moist tongue dampens dry lips
Deadly eyes narrow on the sleeping innocent figure
Slow, calm breathing- REM
Content sigh, unknowing
The slightest squeeze
All the cosmos explode into deep red silence
The enemy is eliminated
The enemy is myself.
If I Was Honest (93)If I was honest,If I Was Honest (93)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd tell you my past.
If I were true,
I'd say we could last.
If I could tell you of me;
I'd raise you up higher,
And help you to fly.
If I was honest,
I'd hold you so tight.
If I were gentle,
I'd walk in the light.
If I could whisper of you;
I'd hold you so gently,
Oh darling don't leave.
If I was honest,
I'd rip you to pieces.
If I weren't frightening,
I'd smooth all our creases.
If I could give you of me;
I know that we'd vanish,
Your innocence would fall.
DistractionWe are recklessDistraction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are young
If you're breathing, If you're alive
You are a lucky one
The monster's eyes are showing through corrupted lies
Setting fires to our insides
Just for fun
A shadow is settling in the place you left behind
I'm troubled by the emptiness
Dont see a future anymore, I'm done
We are the lonely
We are the only one
Where did it all go wrong
Our days are dead and gone
Most of us are heaving through fractured lives
Fueling fires to our insides
Just for fun
We are slowly killing ourselves just for fun
Chasing visions of our futures
The truth is: one will die before they come
I am sore
I am torn
If your still bleeding
You are the lucky one
For a while you had someone
Setting fires to your insides
Just for fun
To distract your heart from missing them
When they are gone
Now we are just a sillouette
A lifeless face
That this world will soon forget
A Layer of Happiness Beneath a layer of happiness lies a thick mass of depression, fear, loneliness, and abandonment. You can't just scratch the surface to see these feelings. You have to dig and tear open very deeply just to see a sliver of the dense, unhappy ball. You have to get close to allow the opening up, for it all to be spilled out. Not many have bothered, because it's too hard to earn the trust. The scars are many and, to see those you must get even closer, only a scarce handful have done this, for it's much harder to do. Talk and listening shall be done, but it's never the other way. You need to let the talking happen and be the listener. The slips from reality to fiction are many and hard to bare, so help and comfort. Most importantly love, forgive, and apologize, if you do you shall get all three back. Every time opening up happens, a little of that dense,A Layer of Happiness4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm Not That Type of WomanI'm not the type of womanI'm Not That Type of Woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That men write poetry to.
I don't inspire great works,
Or words of beauty and romance.
I'm not the type of woman
That men look at twice.
Too round in the hips
Too grey in the hair.
I'm the type of woman
Who gets things done
Runs the show
Takes care of you (and you, and you).
I will LOL you until I'm crying
And even then will lie
No, really I'm fine
Must be a lash in my eye.
I'm the type of woman that men come to
With problems and questions
Of lovelife or health.
And they cluelessly miss the fact that
While I'm dispensing this advice they require,
Who am I to talk?
I'm not the type of woman that cries in front of anyone.
The cracks in my façade are well-sealed until I am alone.
And I fear that I am not the type of woman
That will ever be loved in that
Sunsets and roses
Devouring, encompassing, love and desire
Of which the great poets write.
I'm afraid I won't ever be that woman either.
But I won't cry
I won't tell you
Will you be the one that saves me?Maybe, you'll be the one that saves meWill you be the one that saves me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one that takes my eyes away
from the pain I feel every day
In my body, but mostly in my mind
I hurt myself every day
With the thoughts I think
Not thinking about love
But about the possible pain
A single happy thought
Crushed by darkness
Flowing from my mind
Overwhelming it all
Be the one that saves me
Bring joy in my heart
Without the pain I feel
From my own thoughts
Will you be the one that saves me?
From my own darkened mind
Every single living day
Before I break myself down
Do you want to save me?
This broken person inside
With all my dark thoughts
Flowing over my mind
Please be the one that saves me
I'll thank you every single day
Bring my mind to see the joy
that you see hidden within me