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Jealousy There was a kid who was once friends with a monster
His only friend, the first one, indeed
Invisible to others, to his father and his mother
But happiness, would there lives lead
They had cherished each other's emotions
They had learned to love both their devotions
But then one day, the lad went away to play,
And it all went downhill from there
SecondsTime goes fast
Rapid and vast
It has no mind, no body
Only eyes to see us
Grow and grow and grow; quickly
And before we know it
It flew away
Above the land, above the sea
Above the stars, above the skies
Above you and me
So please, I beg, don't part now
Stay here for a little while longer
We don't have all the time in the world
RiseThey're still here
Appearing among light and dark
Glimpses and flickers of the bright past
And a bleak future
Persona There once was a world
With only me, myself and I
Yes, only me, myself and I
I hated me, thus I killed me
Then I killed myself
And now there is no more of me, myself or I
Remorse Her throat was dry; burning
She hacked and coughed as flames consumed her
Screaming in pain, inside and outside
Crying tears, bloody or clear
And the burning, ungodly witch nailed to a cross
Bestowed a spell upon all before turning to ashes
For vengeance was all she had on her mind
But when she regretted her curse
It was too late, there was no more time
No 'redo', 'undo', 'end game', 'restart' or 'replay'
Just 'continue' was left for her
Green with EnvyIt came, in the night, in the day,
In flames, bursting and igniting all in its path
Leaving behind only ash and leaves
In the sole shade of green
It came, and swallowed his heart whole
And though his face was red as a beet
His heart lost colour and became tainted fast
Since that green flame of envy
Burnt his heart 'til it was no more than black
BondsBy my side, sleeping peacefully
With a silly grin on your face
While the sun stands out
In the brilliant blue sky
And your hand on top of mine
Entwined, in warmth
Oh, how I hate it
Why do you look so happy?
You disgust me
But my lips are sealed
And I, in no motion, do nothing but wonder
I can end it all now and forever
With a simple flick of a knife
And yet my heart tells me not to
As if I, of all creatures, had a heart of a mortal
It's absurd, ridiculous
Foolish and idiotic
I, a cold-blooded, remorseless being
The one who is told to bring fear and catastrophe
Has a heart of a mortal dwelling within me?
It's impossible, it's insane
Just one scratch on the throat is all it takes,
But why is it that,
I do not have the strength nor the audacity to do so?
GrieveHe looked me in the eye,
With his bum sat on the street
And in his ragged clothes he said,
"Don't you pity me."
A coin from my pocket, that was in my hand
Had quickly fell onto dry land
He had a glare upon his face, and so I backed away
"I am a lost soul," he said,
"The perfect castaway."
DreamerWhen I first awoke in this strange new world,
It was dark
The only light shining bright, was the moon and stars;
My sole night lights
And the one I first saw, had their backed turned to me
That's how it was, that's how it started, and that's how it'll always be
O cursed web of fate, why must thou bestow upon me;
A dream that wasn't meant to be dreamed, nor captured
I who can't stand, walk or run
I who started to crawl; I with two hands and two feet
Yet I have the audacity to dream that perhaps one day I'll carry the world with these hands
I, the helpless and hopeless; the stupid and careless
I, the one with strange dreams
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
Little Birdie, Please Look AwayStop staring at me, please
Though you have beautiful eyes
Round, black and bold
Not showing the secrets you hold
But please do,
Stop reading my mind like a book
Searching for sins I've committed
It's only fair to do so,
I'm human, thus I sin like others
Stop having high hopes and expectations as well,
For fate only knows what I may become
So may I ask again, for you to stop staring at me
From a branch whilst the snow falls upon you
Please stop staring into my heart,
With soulless, beady eyes
Please do stop,
My little bird
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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