Part One of Collection
False Crush
The exhilaration
You feel when
You realize
Someone
Appreciates you
The depreciation you
Go through
When you realize
They were looking at
The girl behind you
The whole time.
Mortuis
Limbs sprawled
She looks not breathing
Her eyes flutter
And I gasp
Here eyes are filled with
Too much emotion,
Too much pain
And too much despair.
More than a girl her age deserves.
Cutter
I cut to remind
Myself of the pain
In the middle ages,
It was believed the
Outer appearance
Reflected the inner
Personality.
So by cutting
I am actually opening up,
Revealing a piece
Of my self to you.
Anniversary
Sometimes
It seems
Like it was all a dream
Not the cliché
Of your death
But your life,
Your existence
Seems a dream.
Were you here?
Did you speak to me?
Or a are you a piece
Of my psyche?
Tidbits Of Thought
Incomprehensible epiphanies of serendipity
Seclude the jurisprudence of equality.
Cleansing
Say that you love me
Just once
Say it aloud
So my heart can beat again.
You've made me so untrusting
All I do is lie
I want to stop but I
Can't get the truth out.
I start to say I love you
Then the words bite me
As if to say why should
You return feelings you never received?
How do I explain I have to?
To make me feel better.
I can't deny my self
The right to trust anymore
I can't deny myself
The right to be anymore.
I must let go of everything.
And cling to the present.
Hoping for the future.
Thankful for the past.
Short Shrift
The best.
Always
The best.
Read wonderfully
And dramatically.
Yet one outshines me,
Though gracious,
We both are.
I will be kind
And complimenting,
Yet inside will ache,
But not as bad as
How much I ache,
When they clamor for her
When I was, before,
Clamored for.
Surface Sight
When you look at me
What do you see?
Only my body, only my clothes
Only my hair, only my nose
Only me eyes and my arms
You would not see
My wit and my charms
You would not see
My stubbornness or how, inside,
I really am a mess.
You wouldn't see all the devils I have fought
Or all the angels I have bought
You wouldn't see how I plan
To reap all the benefit I sow,
Because you wouldn't see me. No.
December Morning
Picture windows overlook
A gray and lagging bay
Seagulls swoop and dip
On this autumn day
The sky is so crowded
With clouds, the planes are choked
Boats rock in the waves and
Toss about as if not roped.
People stroll along the thoroughfare,
Not enough to count
Whispers abound today
No one dares break the silence with a shout.
Breath clouds against the windows
As eager children await the sun.
Hands curl gladly around steaming cups of coffee
As babies awake to sunlight on their feet.
Lovers awaken and reach out towards each other
Their hands spanning the distance of a mattress.
Men and women cuddle in the morning light
Dreading the last farewell kiss.
Time is of the essence and
The essence of us is time.
A touch can last a lifetime
A word, a millennium.
Love fills a readymade void
While affection acts as putty.
Fingers fly in the authors loft and
Palms pound in the masseuse's chair.
People live and breathe and love and
People die and cease and leave for above.
Life goes on, on a cloudy
Autumn morning by the bay.
Road
Wherever your road leads
I'll be there
I'll always find a way
To be around the corner
If you're tired or cold or just lonely
I'll find a bed or blanket or shoulder
If we're apart, our hearts will meet
We'll be together wherever always
When I smell gardening
When I see persimmon
When I hear a laugh
When I feel a hand
I will think of you.
On your road,
There will be potholes and flat tires
There will be broken hearts and lost dreams
Always I'll be there for security, for comfort and for love.
I'll support and care for and help you however I can
I will always be here for you
Whenever you need me.
Ironic
They say confidence is attractive
And I've never had a doubt
I believe I'm beautiful and
Smart, too, no doubt about it.
But she, who thinks she's repulsive
(Honestly she is), has him by a string.
She has no security, no comfort nor love,
She'd gladly change her god- given self
To benefit her image or her mind.
And she has him all to herself.
She has him as a slave and she his
Master in devotion and adoration.
They say confidence is attractive
And I think they're full of shit.
Too Sad To Cry
Closing the door
Locking the door
Throwing away the only key
Sitting on the
Hardwood floor
Too sad to cry
Too angry to scream
Too scared to shake
Too caring to love
Too overwhelmed to breathe
The only thing
Left to do is to
Sit here alone
In my thoughts
Crying, screaming,
Shaking and loving.
Secretly.
But the door is locked
And the windows are gone.
So no matter how
I cry or scream or shake or love out loud,
I can't get out.
Where the fuck is
That damn key?
Hurting
Hurting.
So badly.
Inside I'm
Hurting so badly.
Ain't got
No one to talk to,
No one to care.
I guess I'll never
Stop hurting,
Hurting so badly.
Untitled
Fear.
It clings like ivy
To tendrils of doubt.
Grace.
It emanates from
Divine beings.
Joy.
Pure joy comes
From being you.
Envy.
What I have in my heart.
As Yet Untitled
Love bringeth joy
But also bringeth pain.
Sending it back
From whence it came
Is a means of disposal (of both).
But taking the pain with
The joy may be a better way.
Running
Running
Running from
Problems
Fear
Grief
Loss
Pain
Hurt
Love
Despair
Falls
Plateaus
Running
Running towards
Achievement
Respect
Gain
Wisdom
Love
Fear
Problems
Mountains
Plateaus
Fun.
Last Judgment
You feel like
You're constantly being
Judged.
Being watched,
Being recorded
In the minds of others,
As something to live up to
Or something to never let yourself
Fall to
Nevertheless, judged by everyone,
Friends, boyfriends, parents, even strangers
Are waiting for you to fall.
Katie Hanson
Fading blonde hair
Sparkly green eyes
Olive-toned skin
Pink clear bracelet
Inquisitive, curious mind
Giving and taking kind
Justice-wanting soul
Justifying words
Cupid's bow mouth
Dart-like words
Deep thoughts
Shallow water
Fairy-loving
Myth believer
Religious partaker not
Higher power sought
Salvation-wanting
Sinner
Practicing agnostic
Country music loving
Punk enjoying
Chicky with
Too much to say
Too much on her mind
Kind heart with cruel words.
Misty
I am not angry
I am not upset.
I am not scared
I am not secure.
I am not tense.
I am only sad.
Sad that she left.
Sad that she isn't here.
Sad that she went away.
Sad that I made that decision.
Yes, I am sad that she is gone,
But I do not regret my decision.
It was for the best.
All He Sees
Even though he's blind,
I will make him see,
I don't understand
How he can look at me
And not see who I am,
All he sees is his best friend.
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