FlatlineI can't breathe It's so coldI'm drowning I can't seeThe light's fadingWhere am I?Who knows I can't hearSirens scream in my ears,Wrapping their fingers around my throatI shout and yell Only to hear silence once againI'm sinking Deeper, darkerUnknown I'm bruised, brokenThe breakers, they're comingThey've always held my handBut now they're letting goI gasp for air as blood fills my lungsI cryMy eyelids feels heavyMy throat is soreThe pulse from my chest grow slowerDarkness surrounds meHope is dimI'm gone
That Child - 1.5-- "IT" --I don't know him anymore. He's not the same "kiddo" he used to be. Who are you now?...Why do I even bother. He can't hear me anymore, can he?He's not the same. He's different.Not because he hugs his torn, tear-stained teddy bear to his chest and needs a night light on 24/7 or he'll start wailing. The fact that there are demented drawings that seems to be drawn by a 3 year old child scattered across the room makes no difference. Only thing that was unsettling was his continuous and seemingly endless stare at a plain, blank wall, standing still before him. His eyes are hollow. He mutters quietly, softer than a whisper, in a language that I, and most likely anyone else, don't, or will ever know. From what I can see, he's only the cold, lifeless shell of my dear ol' "kiddo." Other than that, there's nothing left. Nothing left of him. What are you now?...He giggles. No, not "he", "it.""What are you, what do you see
Coffeeguts pile over whitesheets and blankets.i spilled them to youlast nightand you still saidi looked lovelya black sticky stain.how many chemicalscan your stomach handlebefore you have to drown me?how much bitternesscan you swallow? ~~~you are mycream and sugar, darling.and it tears me in halfwhen you split your skin.if you aren't carefuli might not be able tosip you up again.i am a powdery shadowcold autumn breezesand breathless cloudsbut if i could keep youbreathing, my world might bea little more alive
Just RememberDon't grow cold, my dear. They don't know your soul.
how to write better poetry.i.drink down the wordsof the greats in a wine glass.hell, drink down the wordsof teenagers strugglingto straighten out thegas and brake pedalsof their pens.drink it all,carefully structured stanzasand sloppy melting wordsalike.become blind drunk.ii.make time for iteven if it's midnightand all the world is hummingits sleep song.dig up your souland shake down the dirtover and overuntil it becomes habit.(and I know that mightsound like a pretty metaphor,but it's easier said than done.)iii.do it when it hurts.do it when that one personyou never thought you'd loseleaves you nightcrawling. do it when you're so tiredyou speak in natural riddles,do it mentally at morning coffeeand grocery checkouts.force it until it feelslike breathing.after all, no one is born a poet;we carve ourselves fresh,make art from our owncremations.iv.find a springtime kidwith the kind of smilethat causes shipwrecks.he will warn you to stay away,but you will
WeightWeightThere is a weightYou asked me to hold.(Just for a while,Just for a while.)My tendons strain and snap,I lack your Atlas strength.The crushing force of gravityMakes me weak, makes me sore.Take it back, take it back,But you’ve gone away.I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.The water rises to my throat.Pushing down, rising upDrowning and drowning and drowning.Take it back, please take it back,Where have you gone?I’m pinned beneath this weight,With water to my nose.My lungs fill up with salt,Choking and screaming and breathingOnly freezing thickness of water.Where is that mild friend oxygen?Where has he gone?My stinging eyes are blind here.I cannot to escape, unwillingTo shed this leaden snareWherein I dwell confined.By You.I grip it tightly.Surely I will die,Sweet air has left my bloodcompletely.I lay back and let black water take me,Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.And all at onceit falls awaycompletely.I watch i
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you. Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment. You are awesome. No, really, you are. You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now. Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too. Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less. It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do. If you have no friends, I ca
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
things to take to college1. between the two of us, we have eaten milesof pavement, we have spent months pressingthe same four wheels into the ground.whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.they will lead you back home.2. there are songs i only figured out how to singwith you beside me. even now, the wordssound awkward in my throat.the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makessomething sacred, but words like thati only know how to sing with a quietreverence i can’t seem to find anymore.3. i am good at writing poems that convincepeople to stay. i don’t know how to writea poem to someone that i know is going to leaveno matter what i say.4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking aboutgod. i’m talking about that tangible faith inhumanity, the faith that always makes youask me how my day was, even if the answeris always the same.5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.some people are made for the great unknown.6. we have watched more sunset
TearsDon't cryYou have friendsYou have familyYou have loveDon't cryYou have shelterYou have foodYou have waterDon't cryYou have everything you needDon't cryFor there's still hope