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Left Behind In Shadows I'm always left behind, left in the shadows of past friends.
I'm forgotten, locked away from the world I thought I knew.
A world I thought I belonged to.
But I'm blinded with saddnesss, anger and hatred.
I scream inside, but on the outside, I'm a person hiding behind a mask.
No one hears my cries,
No one sees my sadness,
No one feels my pain,
No one can sense the real me present.
They walk by.
I'm invisible to others.
But sometimes I want to scream that I'm not.
It's Never The Same...
I want to spread my wings once more,
to be free of this pain I hold in my heart,
a box full of secrets, lies and truths.
But I can't let go of the memories that are inside.
I can't tell the secrets, the lies a burden in my mind.
I'm lost inside, screaming for help.
... But no one hears the cries and screams that are hidden behind this mask I wear.
I won't break out.
And I won't.
I don't have the strength.
I'm just a lost cause, a touch of forgotteness in a lingering shadow.
There is sadness in my eyes,
that I cannot hide.
I can't turn away.
If I run, it'll catch me.
If I hide, it'll find me.
If I lie, I'll be punished.
I never thought that this would happen.
Its suppose to happen to other people,
strangers that I don't know.
It's because I'm being punished
and I must live with it.
Because of you....
I'm dying inside.
Afraid to go out in the world.
Afraid that everyone will be against me.
Afraid of being alone for too long.
Because of you....
I'm fighting a lie.
I hide them from myself but...
it never lasts long.
Secrets and lies...
they only hurt in the future
instead of wanting to protect the one thing in the past
that happened to change everything.
Because of you...
I'm in pain.
No one sees the pain I suffer.
No sees that hope is lost to me.
No one knows...
and I tear myself to pieces
my heart broken in two.
Because of you....
I cry blood red tears.
You'll never understand me...
never know me...
and never hear me...
Because of you...
My heart is broken
and it'll never be healed.
Alone...I feel so alone.
There's nothing no one can do.
I watched myself fail.
I watched myself die.
I tried to hard to save myself from the darkness
but it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm trapped inside.
I can't escape.
Left BehindI'm always left behind.
In the dark, alone and forgotten.
I think to myself,
I am a burden
or a thing- an object- that isn't wanted.
I'm always left behind,
I have dreams,
but they are shattered.
I have goals
but they are crushed.
No one cares.
Not even me.
But I know,
I really do care...
and I want someone else to care as well.
tired of crying...
tired of being pushed away
tired of being ignored
tired of being hurt
want to know if I'm heard.
I don't want to have goodbye on my mind....
Sitting in the darkness, alone.
My thoughts come to life...
I ask myself why I broke.
Why I gave up
Why have I changed.
But I haunt myself with the question...
Why am I mistaken as a lost cause.
I'll never know....
Part of me does.
... the other part,
wants it to a be a nightmare,
one I'll wake up from in the end.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
The Sadness of My Blue-pearlThe Sadness of My Blue-pearl Eyes
My eyes tell the world I am always sad. I am a deeper thinker than anyone knows. I am always look at every thing in a depressing manner and no matter what my eyes will never smile. I am always thinking about something other than what everyone is saying and thinking. I usually say little or nothing at all. I am usually found in my room, writing depressing poems and books or my nose is in a book, trying to escape in fantasy world, another world where I am welcomed as a character. My feelings are the words I write on the blank pages and the little scribbles with my broken pencil. I keep thinking, "I didn't break this time." Then ask, "Will I break the next time?"
I shrug at the depressing thought in my head. I blink hard to erase my thoughts of death. But I can't. When I am alone in bed at night, no one is there to stop my thoughts from swarming in my head. I am powerless to stop them; unable to think of som
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