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Worlds DividedHe was a man of the mountains.
Surrounded by evergreen trees,
But his heart belonged to a
lady who was meant to be
part of the sea.
Everyday she would long for
the ocean spray
and he was meant to be
in the mountain misery's
She would always be ill
because the sea never
And he would always be
as quiet as a warm
If she abandons the sea for
the constant breeze she will
always be longing
for what was meant to be.
The soothing sound of the never ending sea.
He Used To LaughHolding his hands was like holding an empty sack. All the meat under his skin faded away with time, it wouldn’t be long before the rest of his body caught up. He was dying but that tends to come along with his age. He carried all the evidence of a long life. The tales of hard times etched in his face like an old newspaper that’s been wrinkled and yellowed over the years. Despite the gravity of the situation, he was smiling. It’s been years since I’ve seen him smile.
I knelt beside his bed, holding his empty sacks that somehow still had the strength to grip onto my hands. “It’s still not too late to go to the hospital.”
He tried to laugh but it sounded more like a huff of air. “There’s no need to prolong the inevitable. I’m dying, I’d much rather do it in the comfort of my own home.”
Such a stubborn old man, there’s no use in arguing with him. “Why did you want to talk to me?”
A Bedtime Story - The RingingOnce upon a time the world was normal. Every person went about their business without a care in the world. Then one day the earth started to ring loud. No one knew where this loud sound came from but it was everywhere. They couldn’t escape it in their homes, cars, or even their heads. It was so loud that they could barely hear each other talk.
People began to lose their minds. They couldn’t take this constant ringing. Ringing, ringing that never stopped. All day all night, no break in between just a constant ringing coming from something unseen.
People started to fight and wage wars. They cried and cursed that sound. Eventually they grew used to the sound. They carried on with their lives. They went to work, they married, had kids, who eventually grew up and had kids of their own. Generation after generation knowing nothing but this worldly ringing sound. One day after decades, all everyone knew was the Ringing. Not a single person was alive before it started.
Feral BoozeNot a single light was on inside my house.
Empty beer bottles glistened like feral cat eyes whenever the phone from my light passed over them. Somewhere from the back of the house I could hear the distinct laughter from a t.v audience booming.
I stepped over one body on the floor and another. Then I stepped on someones hand but they remained motionless. A putrid smell that somewhat resembled shrimp and whiskey emanated from my bathroom along long with a new coat of puke painting the door.
My brother must have had an awesome twenty-first birthday party.
Slivers of SilverDear Capillaries,
'…No one laughs at jokes anymore
But tragedies; they can bring a tear to your eye and uncontrollable laughter from your mouth.'
"You were never one to resist a good laugh."
Feet rooted in place, eyes shifting as fast as the breeze blowing
by, trying to evaporate into the air,
nothing left for
"You're an illusion.
Shimmering slivers of silver."
(Body trembling like a mirage, only steady if seen from a distance.)
'I am what you make me, I merely show what you
need me to be. Reflect on me.
Now tell me, do you like what you see?'
Twisted and silver
Just like the reflection of your smile."
'My silver grin has no worth, as reflective as the moon illuminating the night but giving off no light of its own.
If that's all you see,
maybe you're as twisted and silver as me.'
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
Killing Stars And if it's the stars that shine for you
I will wipe them from the sky.
Thrashed, frayed wings beat
against the still air.
Smoke dances in circles around
the swirling currents
Burning words flood from my mouth
Scorching intricate patterns
across the stricken sky.
Suffocating the dimming stars.
You held everything in your hands
And I'm glad to be the one to throw
It all away. Destroying the empire
That is your existence.
I told you if it's the stars that shine for you
I will wipe them from the sky.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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