The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.More Like This
I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.
I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?
I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.
It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.
I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.
The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
Time Will TellWhere do I go when I just want to be okay?More Like This
What do I do, when nothing seems to go my way?
I will sit here and wait...
Waiting for another day...
But without you, it won't matter anyways...
What do I say when all I want is to take back my words?
When anything I do seems to bring on another curse...
I will stand here and wait, waiting for another day...
Because you make the sun shine out its brightest rays.
When I fall, I stumble back up and push through it all...
Because your smile is part of what makes me stand tall...
I will lie here, and wait... Waiting for another day...
Because right now I've used up all the words I can say...
When do I decide that I can't take it anymore?
When all that I have done gets smashed down on the floor...
I will kneel down today... and silently pray...
Because all I want is for you to be okay...
Bloody handsThere's bloodMore Like This
On my hands
Because of everything
I have done
Friends I betrayed
Enemies I fought
Strangers I ignored
I must pay
For my deeds
The blood on my hands
Is my own
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.More Like This
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
mother, i...mother, i...More Like This
to a six-year-old
a hospital is just fun
a new place to explore
and pretend that vending machines
make everything taste better
and it's an adventure
to wash hands and somehow
keep Mom safe from
the pathogen that i am
but somehow the fact that
you can no longer hold me
is scarier than the scar
stretching across your stomach, dimpled
at each end and accompanied
by stretch marks (at least
one tenth of those
are my fault)
doesn't include word problems
or fear of cancer
because Mom is all-powerful
and she doesn't run from things
(they run from her and hide
hoping to wait out discipline
from work-seasoned hands)
it took fourteen years of experience
to realize that a 50% chance
i will have your scars
just so long as you will hold me
[and it's okay if i don't survive
because you did]
The kindness of another It seems I've been here forever. I don't remember being anywhere else. For all I know, I never have. All I do know is that I've never left. Everyday I watch the goings on around me, the people coming and going. People smile at me and call me pretty. They speak to me in a way that feels fake, even if it isn't. No one seems to notice that I am trapped.More Like This
They act as if it is normal for me to be staring out between bars. It is not. Though I sing, it does not mean I am happy. Most of the time I am simply relieving boredom. I speak to them, though the words I say are meaningless to me. It is an automatic response to repeat what I've heard them say, and they look at me as if I am normal. I am not.
I am not like them. I am not free, and I do not pretend that the bars around me do not exist. I see them everyday and everyday I wonder when so