Thursday, October 1, 2015

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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Monday, September 21, 2015

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

Thursday, May 1, 2014

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