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The Sky is Bright TonightThe sky is bright tonight,
millions of glowing orbs lighting up the inky blueish black,
that expands as the sun goes down,
and then the crickets chirp and
the moon gazes in silence at the ground.
Soft as rain pours and grass turns green,
from fertilizer and mother nature's hard work
that is seldom acknowledged when the green
has other things besides grass to claim.
the sky's brightness
because usually the ink is just as solid
as the black that makes my sketchbook cover,
and the world huffs because they think
stars are the only thing to look at.
Perhaps I see more now,
than I did when the sun set on a day
where thoughts had been wicked
and I sketched until the ink in my pen
turned red like blood on white snow
The AftermathThe night as smooth as ribboned silks,
was when my heart burst as I was ill,
and from my chest spewed forth blood,
brighter than day and red as the cherries,
devoured by the other one.
The burst did displace me,
and so I fell back,
to hit my head on hardened flooring,
constructed of words and meaning,
but the blood that soaked the floor turned black,
like the night itself,
and when I counted the stars,
my vision grew fuzzier till it was no more,
and all I heard was the sound of laughter,
and stars exploding.
I have yet to realize,
the reason I need to wake up,
because the beauty is in the sound,
and the sound is the universe,
singing in my ears as I sleep.
I just Want My FriendI don't start the conversations anymore,
the words I want to sing or scream,
or even just say,
fall from my lips into the void,
that exists between us and,
I want to ask all the questions,
and I want to know if she's enjoying...
her new relationship.
I want her to talk to me,
as if I'm a person and not some reject,
that she decided to throw out because,
she's done playing with me.
I want to ask her to read my poems,
because no one else will,
and I used to be comfortable around her,
I want to be able to laugh with her,
and not feel guilty,
because I'm dying inside and why am I laughing?
I just want her to say hello first,
to let me bring up something,
or say something,
or even just sit next to her for five minutes,
without her insulting my very existence.
Not with words though,
she never uses words.
She uses glares and half meant shrugs,
she uses ignorance and she pretends she doesn't know me,
nearly as well as she does,
and she refuses to talk to me about topics,
that we used
Intelligence Isn't ObviousIt doesn't take a smart person,
to figure out how the worlds turns,
and as time continues forward,
we all age and die.
Stop ThinkingI'd like to take a blender and stick it in,
my temple and let it swirl about,
inside my head so my thoughts no longer,
jumble up and make me an ass.
Sometimes I think of that lobotomist,
and you know,
he was a terrible man,
who didn't have time for others words and,
ran and ran and ran.
What if I did that?
Pulled away my emotions and pain,
and turned my mind into mush,
and stopped feeling what I feel,
the aching burning in my heart,
What if I couldn't feel loneliness,
or mental screaming that I'm wrong,
all the time and I'm no smarter,
that the average person when I'm supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be?
I'm supposed to be.
Smarter, faster, stronger,
at least mentally.
I want my head empty,
and I don't want to drive people insane,
or bother them.
I don't want to be the nuisance.
The one that they only stand because,
I'm sometimes funny or,
a little bit of a good friend.
I'm sick of being put up with,
The Perfect CoupleIt makes me happy to see you smile,
and it makes me happy to see him smile,
my two best friends make the best couple,
and I agree with that whole-heartedly.
I love the way you guys get along,
and I am so happy you're there for him,
because all he's wanted is a girlfriend,
and you wanted someone that seems to be him.
but I must make a request,
that you must take seriously,
and that is to not ask for my...
in things you do together because...
It tears me apart,
inside and out,
and on my chest sits a heavy weight,
crushing my ribs and heart,
and my brains begins to tear itself apart.
Please don't ask,
because I'd do it for you,
I'd do anything for you,
but please don't make that a thing,
don't ask it of me,
because when I see you...
so close and intimate and happy,
I want to feel happy,
and I think you're a great couple,
but it brings back memories,
that bring back thoughts,
and emotions I don't want to feel.
Please don't make me...
just don't ask,
and I wont have tho
LoveI want to be loved,
by someone who wants to touch me and
talk to me constantly
who understands me and
sees me, not just my faults or my
I want to be understood by someone,
who understands zerself and
sees me rather than just hears
or feels or tastes.
I want someone who I can live without,
no more than I can live with
because they drive me crazy but
still I love them and want them
to never leave.
I want someone to love me so much,
I love myself because….
I can’t love myself any more than
I love the tornado that tore apart my house,
on an evening of warm, musty air.
I want to feel amazing because someone,
called me amazing and I…
I believe them because I know they
PretenderI sit on a throne of lies,
for what other kind of throne is there?
And a throne of falsehood.
I am a pretender,
and I give nothing for what I am given.
I pretend I am smart,
when others around me are more,
and as I decree a law,
it's another who came up with the words.
I act calm and pose,
as any ruler should be,
but it is the reality,
that these things aren't me.
So as I sit upon my throne,
plated rather than actual gold.
I spew forth words constructed of silk,
whose weights mean nothing,
to common ilk.
and still I smile,
as I wave and pretend,
for I am king here,
and no one is willing,
No one at all,
to challenge my reign,
of dust and decay.
I am an usurper.
I am a pretender,
and may my words,
FriendsThere are certain things you can't tell your friends,
such as things like ambition or greed,
or heartbreak or loneliness,
because as much as you care for your friends,
you don't want to burden them.
and as they settle into your heart,
they rot a little,
spreading into your mind,
and causing you to think a little less,
sending you across the room or floor,
and not letting you stand up.
But then your friends,
your good friends at least,
notice and they ask if something's wrong,
or if you need something,
and you just break down and tell them.
And then you feel silly,
because they always understand.
Silent FilmSilent Film
i watch movies
with the sound turned off.
coffee stains on my couch
as my eyes stare at the screen.
requiem for a dream careen,
carom off broad pupils
as the air conditioning
converses with shadows.
light bouncing off glass--
it’s the only lively thing here.
sitting on the edge of irony.
loveseat divots as sitting love pivots
and we were just a hiccup
in romanticised gossip rising
from hungry tongues
and parched throats.
as memories kiss me,
i drop the clicker to the carpet.
i haven’t vacuumed in ages.
intravenous inception is a depressant
watching electro-shock therapy
wishing i was thrown into that box.
heavy eyelids scintillate
to a crawl,
my life is a silent film
and i’m bursting like ellen,
suffering from a psychosis cocktail.
coffee and shit mixed in with demons
of a diluted denizen,
disintegrated before riven.
before folding like sara,
bending into origami
and discarded into the shredder.
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
The endAnd when the sacred temple is brought back to life
In this modern agonizing age,
And when the false king claims to own this life
To from us all be the sage,
And when he's sitting in the usurped throne
Thinking he's from the world this core,
Darkness shall arise upon us all
And may the stars from the sky fall.
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