Poetry

  • You have a pop bottle and you shake it and it explodes. So much fun to watch, but what happens to the rest of the pop. It is yucky, not fuzzy and terrible.
    Kind of how I feel sometimes.
    When you are a wife you are just supposed to be quiet, listen, set the best example, never be angry. Always be less than anything.
    Sometimes I see myself in the room but I am not really there. Everyone is laughing but me.

  • If there’s one thing you can rely on me for,
    it’s my ability
    to start a fire
    on these pages of this
    nervous novel
    written in a
    perspective riddled
    by climax.

  • Sages and guardians of my

    devastation have sold out to

    the highest

    bidder.

     

    I gave up reconciliation

    to Jack the

    Ripper.

     

    Now I'm disheveled at the

    molecular

    level;

     

    my nuclei have descended

    into madness,

    static, bitter

    battles with

    sentient

    cytoplasm.

     

    I am an anachronism of

    choler,

     

    a solstice over

    shadowed,

     

  • Choice
    Choices
    SO easy
    They said so easy
    for them yes
    them
    us who suffer
    suffer, who
    us
    your not alone
    alone, not you
    choices
    choose
    reach out
    pull and scream
    don't give up
    For you will be lifted up
    I WAS.
     

  • Harder to breath
    As im slipping into the night
    Reminders always there
    Determined to find the bright side
    Explaining is to hard
    Reliving is the hardest

    Throughout the night im at peace
    Only when im asleep im not as disturbed

    Lead me by my hand
    Ive seen it all
    Vacant lands await
    Engulfed in myself and my sorrows

     

  • A warm wave casting it's arms upon me.
    A beautiful silence caressing my mind.
    You leave me speechless.
    Lost for words.
    I'm looking through the darkness.
    For a sign of survival.
    All these thoughts are trivial.
    Resistance is futile.
    I can't say I look forward to your return.
    I can't say I want to change the way I look.
    I can't say I want to become.
    But I'll be your perfect daughter.
    I'll calm the wars.

  • My life is a made up overly emotional stay in stories

    Hiding depression from all this glory

    Thoughts above my head

    In case I need to remember

    What was said

    In mirrors I see her

    A delusion used up from fantasy

    I’m imagining

    Quiet stirs my loud thoughts

    And eventually push a new plot

    Worry brings out dark concerning matters

    My brain starts to scatter to burn

    Feelings moodily awkward

  • I should act more like me

    When I’m someone else

    You see

    Mad

    Being too sad

    Hurt trailed feelings

    Mix into the bad

    Rotting away

    On top of old misery

    Who do I need to manipulate?

    To get past another’s admittance gate

    More than enough to scrap

    From the last depression’s relapse

    All my shirts soaked in strain

    From another drippings in pain

    Spooning in the slop

    Willingness never stops

  • It’s not my fault!

    I’m crazy

    Marked

    Major depression may start

    Comes out of the dark confessions

    A later lesson

    More fear from saying

    Nothing

    Too clear

    For something

    Where I left off

    Somewhere later

    Signing another form 14 paper

    The City Psychotic

    Who doesn’t want to buy it

    Painting memories

    For all to see

    Now broken in shape

    Driving a car into the lake

  • It gets harder and harder to breathe

    As I feel myself slipping

    As I fall into the night

    As they turn off all my lights

     

    I’m gonna turn everything to black

    I’m gonna burn every ash to dust

    I’m gonna feel the dungeon howl

    In its pseudo-freedom glow

     

    It just gets harder and harder to breathe

    It just gets harder and harder to breathe

     

    My suicide is kept alive

    With every breath I keep inside.

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