we're over
so let out credits roll
like criminals we lied
like children we cried
like old fashioned beliefs we died
I'm left pondering
where do I go from here
I look to the east
but do not see the dawn
to the west is a dull grey sunset
dusk is all I know
I stroll through the dark alleys
dying a slow and painful death
your voice echos everywhere I go
I see your face
the reflection of every vacant storefront
but what do I do to feel alive
I put my hand into an open flame
it burns
this dream I'm stuck in
not a dream at all
when you walked away
you forgot to tell me the truth
you forgot to tell me how your heart doesn't ache
you forgot to tell me I'd be okay
you forgot to teach me how to forget you
the mirror broke
and erupted the world
I tried to run for cover
the shards ripped through my bare feet
my blood is now flowing
I'm searching for my post
a strong rock on which I can stand
my corruption has tainted safe places
I'm now drowning
you aren't here to help me
the sun's reflection blinds me
your face in the pieces of my shattered mirror
I have dropped and broke you
we're over
so let out credits roll
like criminals we lied
like children we cried
like old fashioned beliefs we died
I'm left pondering
where do I go from here
I look to the east
but do not see the dawn
to the west is a dull grey sunset
dusk is all I know
I stroll through the dark alleys
dying a slow and painful death
your voice echos everywhere I go
I see your face
the reflection of every vacant storefront
but what do I do to feel alive
I put my hand into an open flame
it burns
this dream I'm stuck in
not a dream at all
when you walked away
you forgot to tell me the truth
you forgot to tell me how your heart doesn't ache
you forgot to tell me I'd be okay
you forgot to teach me how to forget you
Insecurities.
Screaming at me,
haunting me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
apart,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
each burn,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
Puffy eyes,
tear-stained cheeks,
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
talented enough,
smart enough,
good enough.
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
on my bad days,
i open notebooks like bibles and hold pens like lifelines.
i keep opening the book of my memories
just to see if it still leaves a bruise.
tonight,
i am covered in the bruises of your hand
tonight,
your ghost is in my bed. i can't sleep there,
so again-
again i find myself miles from home
wishing on stars i can't see
and spitting memories into the ocean like watermelon seeds.
i sit on my longboard like driftwood and send my shivers into texts
like letters i never should have mailed.
on my bad days,
i wear cuts like ropeburn,
like i just don't know when to let go.
i get lost inside the sadnes
sometimes i turn off the greasy yellow lights and run the water lava hot.
the quiet porcelain is an untouched coffin
familiar as the look in your eyes.
i can hear my heart beat in my ears
and i stare at the ceiling until it darkens and blurs at the edges.
my body is heavy as lead
i cannot remember the weight of movement.
sometimes the closest i can get is the suicide between each breath
and the apology unspoken on the inhale.
my skin is a ladder i keep climbing,
i can see through the rungs to the fat cells that weigh down my bones.
sometimes,
my hand becomes his when it creeps uninvited over the landscape of my body
and across the staircas
we're over
so let out credits roll
like criminals we lied
like children we cried
like old fashioned beliefs we died
I'm left pondering
where do I go from here
I look to the east
but do not see the dawn
to the west is a dull grey sunset
dusk is all I know
I stroll through the dark alleys
dying a slow and painful death
your voice echos everywhere I go
I see your face
the reflection of every vacant storefront
but what do I do to feel alive
I put my hand into an open flame
it burns
this dream I'm stuck in
not a dream at all
So...I'm for sure gonna get back into this!!! Entrees, at least right now, aren't going to be 'best', but they WILL be from the heart
Take it for what it is and please comment!!
Thanks for everything and the 'forum' to do this!!!
ALSO, I'm going to try and add things other than JUST writing...I do sometimes dp other art 'things'!!!!
Happy Thursday!!! Best wishes!!!!
So I had a profile on here about ten years ago, I had all my work on it. Then life came along and distracted me from everything. I don't remember a user name, a password, nothing. So I guess everything is gone. I've tried typing in lines from my poems to see if I can find them...nothing shows up. So here I am, starting over again. I will be adding very slowly as I have not attempted to write in at least seven years and just decided that I'm going to try my hand at it once more.
Let me get my flow and get my groove back and my page will start to pop!!