I Don't Miss AdolescenceMy sister calls to ask me if I'll do her makeup;Mami promised that she would, but she's tiredand screamed when Maria reminded her senior promis tonight. She says, "I have a hickey on my neck,something she doesn't want to cover, and you've alwaysdone a better job of highlighting the subtle graces inherent to my bone structure, the angles we share."I say, "That's okay, but I can't pick you up,"so she arrives in a flourish of exasperations,telling me all the family business, waving her nailsin my face and talking about the pain of her extensions.She says, "Do you think we need yellow concealer?I plan to take pictures, and the last
7 - The Pet PoetI remember when Mommy bought you a black-haired pet for your sweet sixteenth. Its bronze collar said its name was "Poet." You fed it noise from the out-of-tune piano, intense moments involving flesh and razors, and the occasional walk by the lake.At first, he knew only the wolf's howl, purging blood and flames onto the carpets.Everywhere was a smell of extravagance -- like that woman's cheap perfume on the train to work. But you cried a little less, smiled a bit more. And that was when Daddy stopped trying to send it back to the shelter.Soon, you even started watching T.V.(and enjoyed food, dressed nice, made friends.) But T
unrequitedyou make my wordsgather at the hollows of my throatuntil i choke on them.my fingers ache tohold you--but my eyes ache to cry.you're nothing but heart breakwrapped in a bow of something beautiful,like the dust of grace fromfallen angels.i drink a little faster andcry a little harder because the way whiskey and tearsmingle on my lipstastes suspiciously of love.
The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,Listening to the grandfather clock?Watching him ticking away?Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?And with every sound he makesMore maggots eat his wooden flesh.Every grain that falls is an eternity!In the firelight you can see the glass.The dust that coats the cracking bulb,Listening to the sand that trickles down.Listening to the passing hours.With every grain that filters throughAnother man sleeps eternally.The sundial stands defiant!From my leather chair I see it!It stands defiant in the plaza below me!Standing in the moonlit night.Standin
Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,And hearing becomes simple background noise,While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonationsYet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,Because “black is free……..”
All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye We’re not moving, but He is……
Equestrian StormEquestrian StormI was walking through Canterlot,as rain beat my plot.I just didn’t feel right,before it came into my sight.The princess of the night,alone and broken.What a pitiful sight,out of my slump, twas awoken.“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”“Lu
DilemmaToday in classYou moved to sit beside meAnd my heart missedA beatYour friends followed,All sitting nearbyAnd I sat in silenceAfraid of being judgedThe presentation startedAnd I tried not to look at youBut instead peekedFrom the corners of my eyesThe presenters spokeAnd I tried to focusOn the droning voiceBut you invaded my thoughtsWhat we had talked about last night,What I should say to you, How I should instigate the conversation,If we were to have one at allI peek overAnd you look miserableSick, I remember,And feel an instant sympathyTime passesAnd fear of being judged By those around meKeeps me silentYou
All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down Kicking everyone out I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart And lock the door to my brainI refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home“Please leave your message after the beep…” Beep. “Where are you?” I don’t know.“Are you okay?” I don’t know.“When are you gonna let me in?” I don’t know.
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofsummer, of warm days andcherry-flavoured ice,relaxing by the pool side andsmiling against the sun.You should have been too hot,too sticky, too humid.You should have overheated, should havemelted into your bones untilthey turned to ashes, butit never happened.I suppose I should haveseen it coming, butI was so moonstruck overthe way you said my name, soin love with the ideaof love, that I didn't notice the wayyour eyes bled winter.
VIIEncore un peu de cendre Au coin de tes lèvresParolescentesJ'épluche tes souhaitsTu laves le cielEn vainEt dans ce vent chaudDes milliers de pétalesDe peau
No wordsI don't like to talk.I feel that words cannot truly express what I feel.When I am filled with emotion, I can find no word that can express what I feel to the fullest.There is no word beautiful enough to describe this joy, no word horrible enough to describe this hate, no word ugly enough to describe this miserable existence.
nothing specialthey tell you not to give upbecause you have potential-- and to the ones who simply enjoyyou're probably fantasticbut to those who doyou're simply mediocre,nothing to bat aneyelash at.you're not quite bad enoughto quit, but you're notgreat enough to beremembered.
a small dosage per daysorrow makes its way into my cup of tea every morningand I add more spoonfuls of sugar into it, hoping the sweetness will overpower the bitterness;yet, this clever feeling still seeps through the sweet substance and clings itself to the sugar's particles, which in return races through my veins and scatters in my blood,making an entire day feel ruined already.
Never open the window... Never open the window...I see you're here.Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless. And actually, the only light I need... ...is that one that is so distant for me.She asked me why I was saying that.But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't careI saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fearsBut best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others. Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you. it has been four years, right?Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul
Beck - Part One For Beck, the day was too bright. Too happy. Songbirds wheeled over head; the misty, snow-capped mountains glistened in the distance; the sun was shining and only a scant few pillow-like clouds drifted across the cerulean skies. This should be one of the days Mom took him and Arley on a picnic, out in the fresh, clean mountain air. Not the day of her funeral. Arley was openly crying, but Beck had sworn he wouldn't, he'd promised. He wouldn't have somberly dressed adults patting his shoulder and cooing their support. Somberly dressed adults who still had their parents, maybe both, while he didn't have either of his, and while Arley d
FourFor four years, she's takenapart a beautiful heart, takenall of it, and now it's alittle hard black stone, unbreakable, untouchable,so hard it can't be broken. Sosharp it can't be touched.Then she threw up some bricks,circling her small, hard heart.She put on paper wings and smiled,until she locked herself out ofher brick walls, and out of thesmall, hard heart she still had.And now, whenever someone getstoo, too close, it tells her,as gently as such a heart can,"Don't let them get closerto me than you are."
Dance with DeathI danced with Deathon a stage of wilted flowers andthe bones of my fallen enemies.With grey skies anda black-cloaked figureextending a lifeless hand.Such a tempting hand,promising emptiness anda free pass from theworld where everythinghas a double meaning,and nobody is what they seem.Such a deathless solution,taking life but grantingfreedom from this land.And there I stood with Death,watching grey cloudshand on a backdrop of silver,and watched the colorlessblossoms unfold from a colorless ground.This world, the one withoutpainful color andpainless lies, emptyof the deceit.Such a tempting, outstretched hand,such promi
Call Me CursedCall me cursed or call me blessed,you won't take my worst,you aren't getting my best.Don't come for my success.You're gone for struggle, there for glory.
A Thousand WordsA picture speaks a thousand words,or so it seems they say.But a picture is so very bland,before the roar of inspiration,where one sits at a keyboard and bleeds,and writes their pictures, alone,not daring to stop, and on they go.With inspiration fragile as aneggshell, crashing on the shoreeach morning in an unending chorus,to start again tomorrow.
DiamondDiamond tears streakingterracotta cheeks,falling through thehues of heavenand into a blind,cold, empty world.She has starry eyesand pottery skin,paper wings andsun-silvered lashes.Some call her an angelwithout realizingthat she isn't real.She is only diamond,just cold stone,baked, hard earth,the earth's blood,and an idea.
PawnOh Pawn,so useless against the greatmight of your stronger brethrenand the master before yousomehow won our battle.Oh Pawn,so unwanted in lieu ofthing so very greater,was somehow picked, butonly because of nothing better.Oh Pawn,left behind at the start,uncontrolled and unneeded,somehow saved all of us.
I dunno who that is. Author?
Harry Potter character xD
I'll get the boks soon. I'm pretty sure my dad has nothing against fiction.