The Dead Among the Living
Behind the casket door,
A deep red mahogany gloss shine,
Embellished with silver details,
Lies the body of one,
All closed to the world.
But yet she breathes,
Slow and concentrated breaths,
To show there is still life,
Inside the cold, broken and dead host cell,
That is the girls’ body.
A body that was torn apart,
Beaten and bruised,
By those around her,
And put on display,
To show the artwork of others.
A dance told in segments.
Segments of body parts,
Intermissions of searches for air,
A dance of the dead,
Staged among the living.
A look at the delicate body,
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To the one,
Can I just be in bed with you right now? My head on your chest and our eyes closed with your arm wrapped around me, taking the sweetest slumber with dreams of each other. Breathing in rhythm because we are connected to be not two, but one.
You know what's funny?
Well I do.
So sit right there and let me tell you...
It's funny how invisible I can be.
How no one seems to notice.
I guess I do a good job then,
At wearing the mask to hide it all.
It's funny how my skin hurts,
How it begs for me to pierce the layers.
How it begs for me to run forever,
How it begs for me to release...somehow.
It's funny how my mind is racing,
But yet blank and dark all the same.
How I have so many questions,
With seemingly no answers.
It's funny how to everyone around,
I go unnoticed and invisible.
How no one questions me,
Because I seem normal to them.
And it's even funnier how you get seen.
When all you do is have a m...
It’s one thing to act, yet it’s another thing to wonder. Right? You can think. You can wonder. You can question. You can talk about certain things. Only causing concern if anything. But you cannot act. For even the smallest action will cause chaos. Nothing will be the same. and surely it seems almost nothing good will come from acting. After all, what good could possibly come from these types of things. If anything, the good would only be to yourself and unless the action were to be permanent, the apparent good would only be a temporary high. And for you that’s all it would be. Temporary. Because that’s all you know how to do. That’s all you have ever been able to bring yourself to do. Three…...
Can We Forget?
Can we forget?
Can we move on?
Pretend nothing ever happened?
Act like everything is okay?
Can we forget your hands on me?
The way your lips touched mine.
The way your hands closed on my neck.
The way your teeth pulled at my lip.
The way you were stronger than me.
The ways I tried to stop you but failed.
The silent screams inside my head,
That I could not make audible.
The pain you physically put me through.
The violation I felt when you wouldn't stop.
The simple fact that you did not act alone.
But rather, there was another guy.
Less interactive but still just as harmful.
To think there were others just outside the door,
Who may have saw but refused to intervene. ...
I just wanted to share with everyone here something that I am working on. It's a little book of poetry that is in the making process so there for is nowhere near finished yet. For this project I use the site Wattpad to create the project in digital form. If you would be so kind to hop on over and read what I have so far and comment on it and whatnot that would be greatly appreciated. Below is the link... :)
You don't know it yet,
But you're trouble.
Not the kind that commits crimes
But the kind that pulls at the heartstrings.
The type of trouble that spells.
This is my prompt to you all for this challenge. I'm interested to see what you guys can come up with. I'm going to give you an intro that you MUST use to start your writing. You can write a poem, short story, etc. I will write one as well later on! And here ya go.....
My hands fall around the handle of the knife piercing through the soft skin of my stomach.....
Standing in front of me there is nothing I want more right now than you. If only your body could be pressed up against mine, your hands running through my hair and my lips falling on your neck placing gentle kisses and slightly pulling your skin between my teeth. To feel your heart-beat pick up as I gently suck on your neck before pulling away and moving up towards your lips. I step closer to you and reach my hand to your face. My hand falls on your cheek and I gently pull you down closer to me. I rise to you and just so slightly allow my lips to grace yours, a soft breath escaping from my mouth and pulling away to look at you, no kiss ever happening. I hear a soft sigh escap...
Broken Lungs (12 Jan 2018)
There's nothing worse,
Then feeling your lungs tear apart,
As your heart breaks into pieces,
And you gasp for breath,
Close your eyes tight to keep them in,
But the warm tears stream down,
Feeling like fire on your ice cold skin.
Your lungs hurt more than your heart,
Feeling like everything just left you,
And you try to breath,
But it's like you forgot how.
Dressed in mens clothing,
A disguise I must fulfill with amazement,
If I want to break free,
To lift away the weight,
If the invisible ball and chain,
That's holding me back,
In a world where I cannot be,
My own person,
But rather a creation of another.
-inspired by the story of an escaped female slave, created during class for activity.
Walking the Wire
We step on each other's toes,
As we keep between borders,
Speaking in hush tones,
And glancing all about.
The moments our eyes meet,
The heat in my face rises,
A small smile comes across,
And I quickly look away.
We share words constantly,
Joking and tossing phrases into the air,
A jumble only you and I can sort out,
The rest they stay outsiders.
The days come and go,
Many days without you between,
But still we walk together,
On this wire of temptation.
22 November 2016
I can feel myself fading,
Slowly away into the shallow grave,
As I watch my dreams slip away,
Out of my grasp,
Out of my control.
It seems like there is nothing I can do.
And I'm sorry
I let you believe I was getting better.
But it's easy for me,
To hide behind a mask.
I've done it for so long now.
It's easy to hide the dark.
The truth that eats me away,
The parts that you don't want to see.
Just like it's easy to lose hope.
To give up on your future.
When all you've worked for,
Has been taken away,
In the blink of an eye.
By someone who sat back and watched.
While you worked on and on,
Who takes all the credit,
And flourishes i...
One night there was a seemingly sweet and innocent girl who decided that she would get revenge. She there some black leather gloves on to match her all black outfit. Pulled her hair back into a slick tight ponytail. Made sure that the rope was in the trunk of her car and drove off in search for the perfect location.
She drove down the highway and pulled off just in time for her exit. The pavement wet from the rain, making the gleam of the lights bounce off and into her line of sight. The tires squeal as they try to grip onto the road. She grips the steering wheel and pulls hard to try and correct the car, she closes her eyes and hopes for the best. Horns blare around her…
All the ...
Wrap me in your arms of fire.
Ignite the wick of my soul.
Set my skin ablaze.
With the tender kiss upon my lips.
I want to feel your embrace.
To feel the fire from your fingers,
As they dance across the inches on my skin.
Igniting my soul and letting it lose,
The raw surface that's hard to face,
My dance with hell coming into view.
I want you to feel desire.
To feel a desire and pull towards me,
The broken soul and all.
A desire to take me in your arms,
Hold me tight,
And glue the cracks back together.
I want you to notice.
To notice the effect you have,
Miniscule or not whenever you see me,
That sets my heart afloat,
Lifting my soul a little higher,
With every encounter we make.