Fine

I hate the word fine
A softly spoken lie
As I turn my face
To hide the tears in my eyes
I hate the word fine
With a practiced laugh
As I try to forget
Where the bruises are at
I hate the word fine
Looking into her bloodshot eyes
Seeing her try not to cry
Doesn't she know
I heard everything last night?
I hate the word fine
Washing blood out of my hair
Pretending I don't care
I'M FINE!!!!
How could anyone believe me?
Didn't they see me
as my innocence faded?
As trust died
And hope became jaded

But hey
Look
I made it
Though still there are days
that bring me to my knees
Days when I'm sure
I'll never be free;
There are other days now
That make truth of old lies
Really and truly,
I'm honestly
Fine

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Shiny

People have said

They like me better

When I'm sad

Because

I'm so much

quieter

But it's okay

I understand now

I think

Dim light

is so much

easier

on weak eyes

3 sisters

She's good books

And rainy days

wild flowers

laughter and play

Hot tea and sugar

in a chipped china cup

faery tales and lullabies 

And cookies made with love

She is loud music

On Saturday night

studded black leather

and neon lights

A shot of whiskey

and a dangerous smile

The roar of a motor

Violence with style

She's scraped knees

and a pair of bright eyes

Flowing water 

and a sunny sky

A little bird

fearless in flight

Laughing all day

And dancing all night

Today

I am the voice

I hear in my head

But I've never listened 

to a word I've said

They break my spirit

But it's not the end

I pick up the pieces

And stitch them together again

Laughter springs from my lips

As tears fall from my eyes

They both tell the truth

Though I'd meant to lie

Revolt

Pain is my birthright

Sorrow is my inheritance

The children of blood and 

the children of tears

Cry out together,

"It is enough!

It is enough!

We have fought enough

We have wept enough

We lay down our swords

We will bury our children no longer

We lay down our burdens

We will build our prisons no more"

The children of gold replied,

"We stand in the high places

Where time cannot touch us

Our eyes do not see

Our ears do not hear

We live lives without pity"

And death stood at the gate.

Unraveling

I live in a world 

of daydreams and teardrops

Hoping like hell I'll be okay

Halfway between

Wishing I was someone else

and simply wishing myself away

Don't know who I am

Or who I will become

And I feel like I'm walking alone

Like even my loved ones

Are strangers to me

And there's no such place as home

And I'm falling apart

All my stitches 

unraveling 

And I fear it won't be long

Until there's no such thing

as me

The Poet as a Poem

I am a group of obscure words

Written in a timid sort of rhyme 

Said in a tiny sing song voice

Just a little out of time

My rhythm is a bit uncouth

My concept a tad undefined 

You could blame it on my youth

But it made sense in my mind