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Pipe DreamsShe hates to read but loves to write
She's peaceful but she tends to fight
Scared of the dark,she adores the night
Scribbling poetry by a dim flashlight
Buried under blankets and sorrow
And would it be wrong,if she held back tomorrow?
With memories held to her chest,
clung to like a worn out teddy-bear
And when she closes her eyes,
She can't see
The pain surrounding her
Agoraphobic,she longs to travel
Too scared to do more than dream
She'll run away someday,she swears
When pigs can fly and dead men scream
That's when she'll free herself,yes
WritingI can't write
My brain fights
Every little rhyme I try to type
Every idea I have,my mind will wipe
Away like words in the sand
Blown away by a gust of wind,and
For every line I'm forcing out
One drop of rain falls to end the drought
Yes,my head kind of hurts
But I can write
RememberRemember the night
You hit me,
And said I'd amount to nothing?
Remember how I cried
And when mommy saw my bruises,
I did what you told me to
That's what good little sisters do
And then remember the day
You were the one to cry?
I'll never forget the way
You begged me to lie
Swear to her you fell
Oh,you prayed I wouldn't tell
And I didn't
Our secret.No one needs to know you're a loser,just like me
Remember how you ruined my childhood,
And remember how I never told?
Well,being the victim has gotten old
HumanShe's a geek,freak
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's just like you
Coming OutI've spent too long
Living with this repression
Acting as if nothing's wrong
And fear turns to aggression
That wasn't me before
I learned how to fake it
But that's not me anymore
And this lie,I can't take it
This is going to hurt,but I'm strong and I'll make it
All this time,I've been faking perfection
And if by baring my flaws
I will lose your affection
Then so be it
Facing RealityIt's hiding who you really are,because the people who love you most
Wouldn't love you so much if they knew the truth
It's watching new wounds form over long closed scars
Because old hurts always come back to haunt you
And the people who hurt you before
Always come back for more
It's when you're living a lie
And no matter how hard you try
You can't change the fact that
You aren't really good enough
It's when you've given up,and finally
You look and see
You'll always be alone
Or should I call you big sister?
You would have been older than me, but you left when you were still just a baby, before any of your little brothers and sisters were even born yet
Before you were even born yet
I'm sorry, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I wish we had met, that you could have met our parents
They're nice, and they love you a lot
Mommy was so sad when you died, when her very first baby died before she had a chance to live
I'm sure Mommy cried, but I wasn't there
I would have comforted her if I had been
I would have made you proud of me
Baby, I wonder where you'd be
If you were here today
You were beautiful
Just little hands and feet
I wish I could have seen you smile
I bet it was so sweet
Hi, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I hope someday we'll meet
I'm Sorry,MommyI'm sorry that I couldn't be the perfect girl you wanted
I tried so hard to be happy,but just like you I'm haunted
And underneath the laughter and the smiles that I flaunted
I was hurting,Mommy,just like you
I'm sorry I couldn't be strong
How it hurt
I'm sorry I didn't last so long
I feel like dirt
Because I see you trying to act alright,
Act alright for me
And I know it's my fault you and Daddy fight
I'm so sorry,I'll let you be
I'll say I'm okay
Just please wipe your tears away
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
FreeI am finally
In my abilities
You can no longer hurt me
With disgusted expressions and
Eyebrows raised sardonically
If you don't believe in me
It matters not
I believe in myself enough for both of us
And I won't be brought down by your vicious plot
To destroy me with "constructive criticism"
With smirks and words of cynicism
For years you held me on a leash
But now,out of me comes a wild beast
And from you,my best friend,I am released
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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