Graduation DayGraduation Day:They told us we would be alright...We had fought with honour and won our titles.We had overcome trials together -Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.Walking miles across the scorching desert,Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.
I wish...I wish I was a monsterSo I could be kindAnd break the stereotypes.I wish I was coloredSo I could respect peopleAnd break the stereotypes.I wish I was a manSo I could be kind to womenAnd break the stereotypes.I wish I had male friendsSo we could all be..Just friendsAnd break the stereotypes.I wish I had autism So I could prove that autism,Does NOT mean "dumb".And I could break the stereotypes.I wish I could change the world.But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.Only stereotypes, can break you.
Lingerhow can i move forward,when the fingerprints of my insecuritiesare still lingering within my chest,pressing against my ribs like piano keys?i am just waiting, for the day,when the saddest parts of meare overcome with songs of serenity.
Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,shiny in my palm,the ticket to my peace,to my eternal calm.They're so perfectly round,and soon they'll be in me.The closest to perfectthat I'll ever be.They go down so smooth.Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.Soon I'll be gone.Twenty-five and Thirty.That should be enough,but I'll play it safe.Thirty-five and forty.Now I have no more to take.The bottle is empty,as empty as I feel.None of this is happening,too good to be real.But soon I start to driftinto a dark unknown fog.Somewhere quite distantly.I hear a muffled sob.But I blow it off as fake.Nobody could possibly care.I doubt anyone's noticedth
You don't just die.Do you understand? The blade against your wristDoesn't just slice your skin.It cuts through others HeartsSoulsAnd sanity.Do you understand?You don't just kill yourself.You kill everyone.Everyone diesEveryone criesEveryone suffersFrom YOUR goodbyes.Do you understand?You don't just die.You take everyone downWith you.
PhantomWhen lifeor fateor whatever it isthat puts things togetherand takes them apart...when Itamputated you,it left mewith a phantomlimband you are still attachedto my bodywhen I danceand make lovealone
ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.you go out for twelve eggs and come backwith half a dozen and a new girlfriend.you hold the eggs out to me likesix dead birds is enough of a peace offering.2.i push the eggs out of your hand and staywith my hand over your heart as i watch themfall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.3.the eggs smash on the tile and splatteron the cherry wood cabinets, newly installedthat cost me two paychecks.3.the egg whites hit your leather shoes thatyou’ve worn for two months straightbecause you think they make you look more sophisticated.3.the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touchingthe moose mag
Dear friend,You have to understand, dearThe reason to why I run.I run away from realityFrom the lungs that cannotTake anymore smokeFrom the heart that threatens toStop...I run away because I'm a cowardBecause I'm afraid of lifeAfraid to care or love.I'm afraid that every timeI'm glad it blows up in my faceAnd that every time I smileI shed a million more tears.That's why I run, dear You have to understand.I was destined to be a fighter butI don't want to fight anymore.I was destined to be a warriorBut how am I supposed to win whenThe war I fight is against life itself?I know that I always blow everything up but-I keep stepping on mines, dear... ...I keep stepping on mines...
ellipsisshe goes to sleep clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy for an emptiness she can’t describe,but hates all the same. tomorrowshe will write a letter: “dear boy, i always wanted to be somebody’sflowery poem, but the verses carved in my armsare riddled with ugly clichés. & you are whyi don’t sleep through the night. ifwe were a language, i was the subordinating conjunction, you werethe punctuation.i remember you in staccato conclusions, solemn absencesof goodbye”
TearsI am not afraid to cry.I am not afraid for you to see the tearsMy tears.Don’t tell me I have no heart.Don’t tell me I have no soul.For without them I could not cry.You may not see my tears but they are there.I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,For the things I’ve lost.They are silent tears, but they are mine.So let me cry.Let me show you I have a heart.Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.I am not afraid to cry.
brain squealsI beat depressions in the earth for my brain squeals and waves that burst in my wet earsuntil something makes me drown. I will. (again) V.Virginia,put rocks in pocketsand walk right in --I'll drink your overcoatuntil your throat weepsand your soaked hairweighs you down.I promise.with love, Ouse.P.S. brain squeals are from cold sweatssleep well.
I am notI’m not your little boy.You’re not my little girl.I’m just someone you met,And wants to change the worldI’m not the prince in your dreamsI don’t have smarts or mightI’m just the one that screamsAnd cries to sleep at nightI’m not who you want me to be.I will never be what you are.I’m myself, I am free.I’m not ashamed of my scarsI’m not that weakYou’re not that strongYou still have companyBut I’m still aloneSo I speakThough this poem.It’s not a pretty love songI’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.Because I am not perfect,I’m not retarded,I’m just like you,Broken HeartedNever forget,There is always a reason to beAnd I won’t regretI’m always happy to be me.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderThe whispers in your mindThe words on your tongueThe voice in your throatAnd the feelings in your soulTo drive to madnessTo seduce the insaneTo draw the bloodAnd dull the sensesTo plague the memoriesOf damage doneTo fake safe havenAs the character changesLight the anger and fuel the rageAnother mind to feedA second shadowTo take you into eternity
combatantI.it strikes methat this womancould be a palace.I marvel atthe opulent dome ofher brow, her archexpression—skin like a courtyard ofivory tiles,a thousand intersectinggolden lines about herhead and neck.she beams from atop hersunlit tower,beatific and beautiful,spreads her arms likeopen doors,invites you to be one ofthe manywho have wandered herlavish halls.II.I’ve often thoughtof myselfas a castle:all rough-hewn stoneand turrets,a temper like moltentar.my head is crownedwithembattled parapets,weapons readiedat the crenels.I look out from myguerites, my brattices,eyes like arrow-slits
RemnantsHold on to my sanity every single dayIm not gonna fall.Those hungry, greedy holes you leftThey start calling.Just like a cold-blooded murdererYou use every heart you can findWhen will you ever be satisfied?You destroy everything you buildand tear everyone you loveJust to die and start over again.Replay, replay, replay... Until you grow weaker, and weaker.You never destroyed me.I destroyed myself to forget you.I die every day in an endless cycle,The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.Just like water, I choke and swallow.I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desireAnd just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and
OneThe river is wild.I will build myself a raft.and I will float downstreamto where the current takes me.The sea, a lakeor maybe the rivers in your veins,and we will merge into one