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She was weeping,
Body convulsing,
Fists pounding,
Like the rain on the windows.
Broken dreams,
Fragmented thoughts,
Like like the cracks in the sidewalk.
Shackled to the past,
Drowning in her grief,
Like a flower who was watered too much.
Like
It was a Thursday night, and we were packing all the things that made up me. I was leaving. In the morning. My heart ached for the wide open road. The anger in the house was palpable, The taste sits in my mouth like toxic waste. I never imagined it would go like this, That the feeling of leaving would bring such peace. There was a countdown heading towards zero, A bomb just waiting to explode. I sat in anxiety, shoving things into bags, and suitcases, Hoping that the pain would eventually cease. I was angry, praying for a savior to take me new places. The starry night shattered into a million tiny fragments, Glittering like diamonds, As the world around me fell apart. We left the morning after. My heart was filled with rocks, Dragging me down, Down into the deep ocean. No light could penetrate, No lungs could breathe. Pressure slowly folded me in, I caved like a balloon out of air. My body ached, And I saw no source for my misfortune, Even though I was the one holding the bomb. I harbored the sick, Loving the unlovely, I was a safe haven for the survivors. My dead body was masked, Hidden behind a bright smile. Dirt caked my features to make me beautiful, Though the dead can know no hunger, Except for the stillness of its frozen heart. Yearning for it to beat With the intensity of battle drums. They stuffed me with straw, Gave me bright eyes full of wonder, And watched me fall into the chasm. We say “I am afraid,” While to translate it from Spanish means “I have fear.” Those words are beautiful, Covered in all the things that tell you who I am. I have fear, I am no more and no less, Yet I live on.
I have fear
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There are these people that you call friends. You can list them down in the order of who you’ve known longest. Or maybe who you wish you could forget the fastest. When it comes to friends, There is this mutual trust that seems to exist. One where you tell them your secrets, And pray they do not get bought to the other side. You can be broken together, Crying and laughing over lifes many trials. But one thing no one tells you, Is that friendship can only go so far. Eventually you are not enough, The standards they have are too high, The weight they put on you is too heavy, And the friendship you once had becomes frayed. You try to reach up, Hoping to grasp the perfection that is there. But you are broken, And the perfection definitely does not care. You cry to your friends, Wondering how they made it so far. Not seeing the self-righteousness they carry, Only feeling the deep scar that has been left. You cover for them always, Wanting to believe what once was known. But in the end, Their standards became normal, And you just could not reach that far.
Friend ship
It wasn't so much your tremolous hands Holding fast to mine as the sun broke the horizon. More like the ache in my bones was slowly ebbing away With each cautious step across the floor to you. In your mind we were there Slowly dancing around the room. How easy it is to imagine that moment, As the words fall at our feet, being recycled into beauty. I yearned for the frozen dream to thaw, To allow time to meet in an earth shattering way. We were teetering on the edge While the songbird sang its beautiful melody. Our greatest triumph falling into place, Once we reached the sweet crescendo.
Crescendo
Music dances in our blood, As tomorrow draws near. Light flashes in the sky, As the stars begin to fall.
Star fall
I am a broken record, Spinning round and round. Getting stuck in the same spot, Making the same mistake not hearing a sound. I am not just another option, I am not your bus ticket home. You cannot keep me in a cage, You cannot make me your next concoction. Life is a blur going by so fast, And all I feel is that I’m coming in last. Now you are the toxins in my veins, My corruption and my dear destruction. Everything is going to go up in flames, The world should be so full of utter shame. I need someone who can be my protection, Not someone who hides from affection. I should be the one and only, Not the need you when I want so you don’t feel lonely.
Broken record
You run in different circles, Hoping to forget the past. You change your hair, Everyone stops to stare. I'm still here, Looking for a way out. Trapped in the house we built, Turning it into a prison. You got off on good behavior, I got stuck needing a savior. The warden liked you best, While I was drowning in sorrows. They all praised you for getting free, Pretending they cared all along. They hid behind fake smiles, Leading you on. I pretended not to care, I still loved all of you. The battered and broken, The boy who saw me for an angel. But no angel was I, I was the queen of broken hearts, You were the king of many diamonds. So you hoped I'd change for your wealthy name.
Queen of Broken Hearts
People say that first impressions are everything We learned this when we were young Finding our just how true it was on our first day of high school This is due to the judgement people carry The assumptions that they make There is no room for mistakes You must always shine Never let them see the cracks you tried to leave behind I find all this ironic Due to what was taught in the beginning Not just first impressions But how we shouldn't judge the outer image Looking instead to what lies inside Not seeing the deception or hearing whispered lies For when we reach the age that our hope is at its peak We are crushed by the cruel smiles And beaten down by the deceit Because the world they painted to be lovely Was only there to steal our dreams Silently killing them in the night And the people played along because their dreams were gone too.
Imaginary hopes
Feather light, On my arms. Your fingers leave a trail, Burning with fire. My tumultuous heart, Crashing inside my chest. Can you hear it, In the whispers in my hair? The intoxicating smell, Teases your sense. Your baby blues, Draw me in. One step forward, Into your waiting arms. You hold me fast, I find your heart beat, It slowly lulls me to sleep. Strong calloused hands, Sinewy arms, Cradle me gently.
Love me reckless
My eyes dart all around, Never resting on yours. They watch the way your lips move when you talk. They study the lines on your hands, Loving how they are worn from work. You think I don’t see the laughter in your smile, the mischievous smirk, or even the way you run your hands through your hair. But I do, oh I do. I may not meet your eyes like everyone else, My glances might be few and far between, But I have memorized the shape of your nose, And the sharp cheek bones that don your face. I see the spark in your eyes, When you talk about something you love, And I know that they are more than just blue. They are an endless sea of thoughts, Shining so bright. I am afraid of the raw emotion On display in your watery depths. It opens up the doors that are better left, Untouched, Unopened. For they reach deep down inside my soul, Dragging up feelings that I can’t explain. Thoughts from time gone by, Hope from days past. Then, they slowly connect, And what I see is not to fear. Because what is there is happiness, Laughter, Pain, and hope. All the makings of something beautiful, Hauntingly so. Now I cannot look away, I’ve seen to much not to stay.
Connecting Eyes
Sometimes when the light of the moon Is high up in the blackened sky, My soul yearns to cry. It seeks release from the pain Throbbing in my chest, My stuttering heart beats fading. Hot tears slide down my face As my soul sobs silently, My head held high. I cry for the war Raging inside my head, The countless thoughts of hopelessness. If I had a way to speak The words in my mind, They would come tumbling down. To have someone listen well And stay to pick up the pieces, Would be the purest form of love I’d ever seen. But sometime I cry Hot tears of lonely thoughts, And no one bothers to know why.
Crying Soul
Fast forward, Just a little bit more. Dig a little deeper, You’ll soon find the end. There is a treasure trove of secrets, All you have to do is dive in. Just wreck havoc on my soul, Rip me apart piece by piece. Don’t leave anything untouched, Or else the monsters inside will increase. Dance across my ribcage, Leave a trail upon my heart. Climb high up onto my shoulders, Don’t stop before you even start. The ocean in my eyes is waiting for your touch, While the wind whispering in my ear, Has heard you all too much. The still small voice is closing in, As the garden in my hair, Is slowly growing thin. Your footprints on my heart are slowly fading away, What do I do if I want them to stay? They can’t, I know. I’m sorry, Let me be. All I ever wanted was for you to see. What might you ask? I cannot tell. For my mother said to never yell. I am hurt, Angry, Upset, And all alone. I’m done, Give up, I’m going home.
Treasures Untold
Soft light, Filters in, On your toes, Lithe, smooth, movements. Auburn hair cascading down, Eyes are shinning bright. Striking blue orbs, Look up in wonder. Long curved lashes, Brushing rosy red cheeks. As she looks down, You catch her smile. Chest heaving in nervous delight, Heart beating in its cage. The key hidden in the flowers growing in her hair, Beautiful lilies and oleanders blooming there. Her hands are soft and nimble, Painting colors across the sky. A voice that drips golden honey as it lands on the tongue, Filling you with pictures of a beautiful world. One that has brought her to her knees, Shattering what little hope she had left. How can she stand? How can she speak? What this world has done is painted her a freak. Thorns rip gashes in her soul, Her heart is broken, beaten, and bloody cold. Cracks make maps across her skin, People travers across, Never looking within. She’s hidden so far within herself, Her heart has bled until it hurts. Life has no meaning, Or purpose, or anything in between. So how is it they still call her beauty queen? The shadow of death has crept within the bounds, Fighting for a place that is beaten down. Yet here she is, Now standing tall, Ropes wrapped around so as not to fall. She has every right to give up, To give in. But why? What’s the point? The point? She has become a beautiful creature, Marked by the world. But those scars are the stories she loves to tell, Each one deeper than you have ever known. Their like pieces of a puzzle being poured into existence, Each one fitting together creating a new and wondrous sight. We’re tethered to the stories that make us who we are, The only way to live, Is to embrace them and go far. Pull the cords as tight as they will go, And march on. Oh my dear, march on. For it is beautiful to be touched by the world, And to have known the darkest night. Because now you have the chance to dance amongst the stars Holding the sweet moon’s hand, As you sway to the sound of life’s wondrous journey.
Beautiful Creatures
Welcome to America, Our doors are always open, Yet let's build a wall down south, I'm sorry I must have misspoken... You grew up with people telling you To go "follow your dreams," But no matter how hard you try to get out, They're right there sewing up the seams. We are paralyzed by the illusion That our lives must be commercial status ready, Filled with stuff to take up space, Because all those things will keep us "steady." We live under a deep facade, Saying we are living the American dream, When in reality it's the American fraud. Our system is crumbling and oh so flawed, Now stand up, it's time to applaud. The ones who manage to see, The world for all its tried to be, See the cracks in our society, Knowing that our quality of life, Is not of the utmost propriety. We all have so much of our plate, Yet there is still room for hate. Neither side thinks their the source, So they push back with unnecessary force. The older generation scoffs at our inadequacy, Yet they forget that they magnanimously Gave us what we have. So who are they to say get a clue, When we try to start anew. Times are changing fast, So get with the program, We don't have time to send you a telegram.
America the beautiful
Beautiful /ˈbyo͞odəfəl/ Adjective 1. If you called this body beautiful, I would not claim it as my own. 2. Somewhere lost at sea, a boat floats towards a brighter future. I am the raft trying to catch up. Stuck in its wake, wishing I could fly, wanting all they were promised as they reached land. 3. I just want to look at my reflection, and see the girl whose hands don't shake at the mere words of beauty. To have confidence, that my existence is more than being stuck in everyone else's wake. 4. I want to look out at sea, and know I reached land because I decided to just be me.
Beautiful
Breathe in, breathe out, You soothe her softly. So fair and rare, A precious gem. Raw beauty in the morning, Eyes shinning bright. Soft lips sing, Of sweet lullabies. She's insecure, Full of shy little looks. But let her sit, let her bloom, And out comes a flower shining like the moon. She's afraid, She's brave, Full of childlike wonder, Whose to say she's going under. They've clipped her wings, And tied her down. They said she's finished, Six feet underground. Her unquiet mind, Hiding a faint whisper of who she used to be. An innocent child, Who was carefree and oh so wild. But when she reached the lowest point, Where her heart craved the sharpened knife, She heard the little voice inside, Screaming life, and reminding her why.
Screaming life