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.
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!
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
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?
Those WordsIt’s alright.Those Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not going to judge your decision.
You’re not going to judge my decision.
You’re not going to judge
I appreciate that,
No, I lied.
I appreciate the effort.
I appreciate the effort you made
to tell me that you’ll still be here.
But those words,
those tiny, insignificant words,
It makes me cringe every time I hear
and I hear them far too often.
I hate those words with all of my being.
No matter how much I plead
that you don’t say them anymore
I know that you still think them.
I’ve spent bleary-eyed nights trying to tell you
that it’s not a choice,
because IT ISN’T.
I don’t know how to say it differently.
I never asked to be like this.
I never asked for everyone to look at me differently.
I never asked to be tormented by my feelings.
I never asked to be treated like I’m different,
just because of a part of me beyond my decision.
I never a
beliefshumming a tune that rattled her bones as though she were a bottle of pills, she counted all the times she'd been a burden in her life. she figured it equaled nothing less than her number of breaths. laying in bed and surrounded by pillows, she tried to quiet the sound; but her body betrayed her. "you can't hide behind a closed mouth," her guts moaned, and she huddled into herself to silence them.beliefs2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
when she walked, it was with a careful precision she'd developed from balancing on ledges in her dreams. night after night, she withstood the trembling of her aching frame. like a ship being tossed, her bones creaked under the strain of the storm inside her. she wondered how long she could keep it restrained.
the only calm she'd ever tasted was the center of the storm; and now she felt her own hurricane twisting the wilderness within. she found her beliefs, the redwoods of her being, uprooted with the abruptness of a fitful toddler tossing her head to the floor. it would hurt. it did hurt. but
I Am The FireI am wild,I Am The Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am hot,
I am danger.
I Am The Fire!
I consume what is in my way
burn down the homes of my enemies
and dance on the ashen carcasses
of my victims.
I love with a scorching heat.
Don't get so close,
if you are not ready
to get your fingers burnt.
If you try to put me out
I will devour you.
If you nurture me
I will warm you
and roast your food
instead of you.
It's your decision:
friend or foe?
PhobiaChills creep down my spinePhobia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Causing me to quiver
Sending bouts of anxiety throughout my body
My mind clouds
Until but one thought remains
Soaring through the air
Isn’t exactly my type of game
It makes my stomach do a twirl
A feeling that is so unfair
Darkness consumes my bright blue sky
As in thrown down six feet under
Like some helplessly trapped fly
Surround by echoes of thunder
But most of all…
The very thought
Of losing her to another
Takes all my fight away
Leaving only an empty shell
Please help me
I am terrified
I Wish to Run AwayI want to run awayI Wish to Run Away3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For where I am holds to much heartbreak
So much that it leaves me in pure dismay
This is why I need to leave for my sanity's sake
I wish to run to a place unknown
Where noone knows my name nor my past
So I can finally bury the past under stone
And have a smile that lasts
Because noone would judge me on past mistakes
This is why I wish to leave
Because to have a fresh start I would do whatever it takes
MultiplicityI am not leftMultiplicity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to keep changing.
I am a landscape,
inviting you to get lost
in the details.
The thousand lives that carve my surface –
Can you feel them?
Can you see
the lingering lilac
is not my deepest colour?
Can you find
my innermost core
and grasp it
as just one
UpsurgeI am no longer tired,Upsurge10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead of gritting my teeth,
I will bite!
IgnorePeople used to love me.Ignore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There used to be something interesting or
exciting in my darkness
or maybe it was just that we were all younger then
and they didnt know what I knew
which was that the world is a horrific place to be
and so I must have seemed wise and new,
but now I feel so alone
and it hurts
and I can't do this anymore
and I look around for a friendly face
and when I can't find one I wonder
who the hell I was looking for anyway
because I wither in agony
and half of it is loss, of her,
and half of it, is knowing
that no one will ever wither
from the loss