I pray for WindI pray for wind
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.
RedecoratingMore persistent thanRedecorating2 years ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
an irremovable black marker,
you engraved your words of love
into my practical stone heart.
You decorated that barren place inside of me
with flowers made of
your honest words,
your boyish smile,
your warm touch,
and the colour of your affection.
So gentle feelings began
to grow inside of me,
cracking open my stone heart,
forming a tiny gap,
just big enough for you to slip in.
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
EarthEarth,Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crawled to your surface again.
I had been tangled up in
passageways carved through
the soil of my mind.
I grew new roots
to find nutrient matter
buried deeply below
shallow hearts and shallow minds,
buried deeply within
distorted fragments of broken selfs.
I feel your support again.
You gave me back solid ground
below my searching, stumbling feet.
Embracing me with your weathered hands,
you give me what I lost and found:
A place, a whole planet, a home for my soul.
CradlingI lay my swan heartCradling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a nest of feather fluff;
sanguine, sweet and soft.
I lay my swan heart
in a frame not strong enough
to keep my love aloft.
WaterWaterWater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your raw, naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
How to find lost sheepIn case I seem strangely absent:How to find lost sheep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please go after me and ask me how I am.
Chances are I am awfully lost.
Might be I am just busy
- lucky you, lucky you -
but please be prepared for an ugly truth.
I am likely to
UnavoidedI used to know a girl forUnavoided2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hunger in her voice;
she spoke of something
anchoring herself to
and sinking down
I'll drink away my memory, soon,
or pray for an Alzheimer-inspired
I can't keep waking up
on the wrong side of life"
ContactIt’s too brief to be a proper memoryContact2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I remember it all the same –
me, standing, hands resting on a chair;
you, bustling about the room
just behind me,
a brief hand against the concave of my backside,
and you’re out the door.
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
SecretsAll my thoughtsSecrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are silently locked away
behind closed lips.
I am not apt to spill them
I rather hide them
deep down inside my ribcage-casket,
than to betray them to indifferent ears.
But if you are truly interested
know that the answer
is only a question away.
Frameworkshe tried to realignFramework2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her spine with vinylbenzene
like she could be a plaster girl &
elegant & automated despite her
she fashioned butterfly wings
out of worn newspaper &
donned plastic tiaras,
bit her silvery split
fingernails & told you,
threadbare girls don't shatter, love,
(they just disentangle).
ptsd (otherwise known as you)i. you.ptsd (otherwise known as you)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. the world bears down,
into my path and raining
ash like platitudes.
(none are as heavy as
this solid mass growing
beneath my gums
and setting my mouth alight:
an ulcer birthed in history.)
i begged Eirene
to no avail.
i still have faith:
the impurities that bind themselves
to my throat, and carve sorrow
into bones that were never hollow
cannot outlive love.
iv. today not even the Gods
can reduce the stain of you
i will breathe again.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
slowly, and then all at onceand for once, he slips on his wedding ring, to cure the monotony. it slides over his knuckle, a perfect fit, and in the morning release of sunlight the silver gleams at him. it glares, calling him a liar: she is not a whorehouse and you are too broke to own her, you harlot, you. he buttons up, tucks in his shirt tail, and buckles his belt. the clinking of metal parts is the only sound in the room besides the dusting of her breathing beside him. and when he's gone, the only thing he leaves behind are the bruises on her collarbone.slowly, and then all at once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you find him because you're lonely, (well, it's actually the opposite.) he finds you because his wardrobe is black and his shoes are scuffed and he asks you where your castle is. you're the only princess he sees 'round here. the rain soaks into his shirt and he curses it, grinning. and damn girl, you follow him, because you think you see some kinda warmth in his ice blue eyes.
it takes you days t
HaikuWriMo August 20131. Winter SunHaikuWriMo August 20132 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
red blood sunrise
reflects onto fallen
snow -- newly spilled.
2. In the Breeze
the clean cut grass
like your hair.
3. Thunder Storms
your skin smells
of rain; nostalgia
and tangled hair.
4. Beautiful Scars
create empty ravines
on my unblemished skin.
5. Rainbow Skies
your tears are
from the sky.
6. Spring Fins
little koi dart
through clear water like
hummingbirds in spring.
a rose bloom
sits perfectly still
in your iris.
spill onto leaves.
9. In Between the Pages
i took your heart
and bottled it up;
10. Desert Paintings
a canvas sunset
falls onto painted
11. Crying Skies
across purple skies;
plunging tear drops.
land on the cement
like melted snow.
13. Faulty Architecture
sand castles crumble
while the win
CemeteryThe rain falls on my umbrella, smelling of nostalgia and tangled hair. My footprints trail behind me in the mud that tried to slow my progression through the cemetery. The notebook in my hand is damp, bleeding ink. I stop in front of your grave, but I don't cry. The sky does that for me.Cemetery2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
CollisionCollisionCollision2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used to make a part of my wind,
But it seems as if the current position has died down mightily,
Or maybe the wind just blows in a different direction,
So it seems that our air no longer meshes together,
And that’s probably best ‘cause if they were to collide now,
My hot air of despair crashing into your cold disinterest of ambience,
Would create a windstorm of anger and tears
And ironically, not tears of sadness over loss but that of anger,
The worst kind of rage, one where you’re so befuddled,
Yet so pissed, there’s nothing you can do but break down,
Leaving me blown away by this swirling creation of destruction.
But maybe that isn’t a bad thing ‘cause what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right?
That’s what I was always told at least, just like how we’ll always end up alright in the end.
So if that’s the case, let the wind blow and prepare for yourself for this collision,
And if we end up alrigh
ColourfulIn this world of black and whiteColourful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my scanner detected:
You've got colours inside of you.
the red of a thousand hearts,
the suns yellow energy transferred
into an ocean wave of flowers
and the warm mild orange
of early mornings and late evenings
spent with friends.
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,Depression3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another tiresome creature yawns.
Lost I am in the depth of thought,
People can't see the battle I've fought.
My scars are hidden by a harden face,
No smile has been found, I have no grace.
I look upon the work I've done,
And find that it is helpful to all of none.
I hate the flesh I'm bound to,
The words I weave I do but rue.
Rueful and spiteful I wish to cry,
But no tears will help me on the inside.
Who will help me to live without pain?
Will anyone try to keep me sane?
Am I lost to the grave?
Depression feels like...Ever feel like your world is falling apart,Depression feels like...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That all you wanted was a fresh start?
That you would cry and plead,
But you end up doing is bleed.
All of the sudden I feel trapped,
because depression kidnapped.
There's no way out or no escape,
my mind will never go back into shape.
While I'm broken and all eyes stared,
I promised that nothing will be shared.
As I slowly die,
Let me say my final goodbye.