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Take my life...Take my life
Or give me a reason to live
For all these years I've lived
are like stones in a lake
Sinking as they touch
Take my hand
And lead me to a world
where people don't think
For all these thoughts i thought
are washed away by them
And their inhibitions
Take my breathe
and let me wake up
from a world of dreams
For all the dreams i saw
were shattered to pieces
on ground of reality
Take my eyes
and let me be blind
so I see nothing
For all these things I saw
were fake as a mirage
just seeming to be real
Take my soul
and let me be a stone
so I feel nothing
For all these things I felt
were happy illusions
as mean as they could be
Or take my heart
and fill it with love
So I have nothing
but you in my arms
And the world stares at me
as jealous as it could be
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skin
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
Inner StrengthYou feel it again
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
SomeoneShattered wide - a ragged tear,
One the soul cannot bear.
Crumbling mask - a gentle lie,
Hides a face that begs to cry.
Hoped not - a prayer unspoken,
Too many promises broken.
Nothing flies - a crow or dove,
Grounded by voids of love.
Sole survivor - a grain of sand,
Heir to a great drowned land.
Last breath - a man overdue,
Missing happiness he never knew.
Gnarled stump - a failed dream,
Only witness it would seem.
Wilting yet - a confession said,
And blades and rope dress in red.
Delightful Dreams“If you could do anything now, what would you do?”
After hearing these words I gave it a moment or two
And found that swimming in my mind was not the will to be kind,
Was not to end poverty or make a world so divine,
But instead to meet old friend, sister and brother
And let ourselves lose within the presence of another.
For none to control our talks
Or to mandate our attire.
For us to sneak out at night
And set a rebel flag on fire.
Perhaps just too freely talk
Or meet the friends I have yet to.
Oh yes! Simply to slowly walk
Amidst an urban ocean side view!
Perhaps Washington where I once shed tears!
I’ll walk the starlit streets with a date
Whose name I won’t remember in years!
Arm in arm,
Up and down stone steps and sidewalk paths,
Gazing over the shimmering waters,
Surrounded by brilliant architecture at last!
But though I desired to reveal these thoughts
In the presence of the asker, I knew I should not
For it is a sin to dream of such selfish t
Three MonthsThree months
Three lousy months
What can happen in three months?
In three months the planet Mercury
Has already had an entire year of life
Eighty-eight days of rotation around this bright star we call a sun
In the time between my first and second birthday
Mercury has had four
Between my second and my fourth
Mercury has had eight more
In three months a tiny egg and tinier sperm
Can form what passes for a child
It opens and closes its fists, grasping for something it doesn’t know yet
Mommy presses a hand to her expanding stomach and feels the faintest flutter
Life is growing inside of life in three months
From April to June a change is taking place
The apple tree outside my window is budding and breaking blossoms
Scattering pink petals across the lawn
My mother’s tulips open for the sunlight
And almost as quickly wither and die in the growing heat of June
That’s all I had
When people hear, “I have three months to live,”
From the words of a loved
PillsThey gave me those pills
They said they would make me happy
All I had to do was take those pills.
But they didn't make me happy.
Are you here to make me happy?
Do you have those pills?
Please tell me.
Are you going to give me those pills?
The ones that make me happy?
Am I going to be happy?
I don't understand.
Why am I not happy?
You gave me the pills
And said I would be happy.
But I'm not happy.
Please tell me why.
I'm not supposed to ask?
I didn't mean that!
Now I know why.
Why I am not happy.
Why the pills don't make me happy.
Pills don't affect the dead.
Still In LoveI am in love with you.
I am in love with the way you tear up when I say something right.
I'm in love with the way that even when you have no idea what you want to do, you still seem like you know exactly what you're doing.
I'm in love with the way I've made you feel like you're worth something.
You're worth everything to me.
I'm in love with the way you seem so confident even though you're not.
I'm in love with how you steal my breath and make me wish our moments could last forever.
I'm in love with the way you stay true to yourself no matter what people say.
You crushed my heart but I still love you with every tiny broken piece of it.
I'm still in love with the first time I saw you in a dress.
I'm still in love with how soft and nervous your voice was the first time I heard it.
I'm still in love with the way you say that you love me.
I'm still in love with those truths that were told between the lies.
I'm still in love with the flaws you think you have.
I'm still in love with you.
Love and carbonWhat are we?
Just a bunch of Carbon atoms,
roaming freely in the universe
Until they meet, and become one,
maybe not for eternity, but for their lifetimes.
like aching hearts
seen from a distance
A distance which connects them
yet they are far enough
to feel the burning pain of loneliness
A distance which fills the gap between them
like a covalent bond
with nothing but electrons in between
And when the distance lowers
the hearts become closer
like the two moons of Barsoom
they meet in unison
they kiss and consume
the valleys of distance
and make something different
Like a bunch of carbon atoms
roaming freely in the universe
Until they meet, and become one
to create existence
Seen from a distance
A distance that never was
in the hearts that were far apart
Maybe the bond existed
even when they were not a part
of the bigger creation
that we call love
The question is if
Love can be defined
with carbon atoms or not
Is it a chemical
or a pairing of bonds
Or just a piece of distance
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