August: Favorites

Mar 2014 August

BarelyABard

I watched you as you dreamed away.
...thoughts inside that hidden mind...
behind a lock and key never cease to fascinate me...
I stand outside and look within,
watching and waiting as you
smile and frown,
knowing that you are a prize most can never seem to win.
I seem to have caught you, for at least a moment and I am grateful for eyes bright and dark that gaze into mine with a strong softness.
The images playing throughout my brain like kisses planted in pouring rain, and chocolate milk bubbles as I smile at you...
will remain on my heart like a fresh tattoo.
You whisper about monsters beneath your bed and I whisper lovely things to you instead.
Demons fly and demons lie.
Angels sigh and angels die.
But if I dance with you under the moonlight, can we push away the thoughts that make us cry...?
I have seen the scars that hell has made and the beatings never seem to fade but all I want to beat are the devils away so you can gaze into the sun...
Yes I stumble, yes I fall.
Yes, I am a ghost that walks the hall.
But in this house that that is broken down,
an incredible sight is what I found.
Wildflowers were growing on the walls and voices were music like waterfalls.
You ******* out of hiding and not every view is worth the calls...
But I try to breathe, I try to see... the better parts that exist in me,
so I can help bring out the best in you.

So when it is light and when it is dark, when we are together or we are apart...
I'll be the shadows in the back of the room attempting to chase away the gloom...
Whenever wildflowers start to to wither away
A ghostly hand will be there to stop the decay...
...because you are worth the fight
and somewhere in you exists a light that makes the sun jealous of all you bring and causes the universe to dance and sing at the soul existing for just the blink of an eye but one who can light up an entire sky....

Feb 2014 August

whoever told you that you weren't whole?

Feb 2014 August

Chris

whoever told you that you weren't whole?

I don't know much,
but I can tell you what "whole" looks like.
I've seen it stumble forward
with weary eyes and tired hands.
Come close,
I will hand you a mirror
and tell you to look carefully.
Can you not hear the galaxies
beneath your skin?
They paint in whispers
that even oceans cannot grasp.
I know it took a hurricane and two floods,
but there is soil in your ribcage;
your scars told me so.
Don't mind them though,
they're just reminders
that you love harder than anyone else.
I know you might feel hollow,
but there is a reason your heart
has lofted ceilings.
Never forget how you fought
for all that space.
Look carefully.
These gray skies inside your lungs
are simply a canvas,
and you rain so beautifully.
Oh darling,
you rain so beautifully.

Feb 2014 August

Confessions with Myself

Feb 2014 August

Angela Moreno

Confessions with Myself

I woke up at an ungodly hour
In search of my papers past.
And while reading them, to my dismay
Came the harsh realization at last,
That all the words I ever wrote
Have all been written in vain.
For when I wrote, it was in desire
For money, for ***, and for fame.
Have I lied to myself all these years
That I wrote because I loved it so much?
Or was it my desire for the lifestyle of an artist
That I longed for and wanted to touch?
And now, I'm in tears for I'm overwhelmed
With an alarming weight of guilt.
For who is to blame except myself
For the pain of this hell I've built?
I no longer want what I know I want
But now I long for the things I hate.
It's somewhere deep down, but I cannot find
The desire to write and create.
I've tainted myself with false intentions.
I've branded myself with lies.
So take away my pens, all my papers--
I'm sick of living in disguise.

Feb 2014 August

Avraam

Feb 2014 August

Olga Valerevna

Avraam

Remember being in my room and talking to the air
Although the others couldn't see I knew that you were there

And so I listened to the sounds escaping from my mouth
A song, a speech, a spoken word for earth to figure out

It's from the dirt we walk upon that every body's sewn
But skin and what is physical are nothing on their own

There be a second life within, a home we did not form
One some destroy with both their hands, a murderer is born

Remembered I am in a room the others cannot see
They've caught me talking to the air, I know you're here with me

John 8:58

Feb 2014 August

embarrassed

Feb 2014 August

Daniel N

embarrassed

i hate

this feeling

of         my head

pounding                      against my skull

        i hate

        looking at
     my
          deformed figure

      and thinking
                       i am not good enough

                                i
                hate
                                        my bones
                                        my smile
                                        my fingers
                                        my skin
                                        my shape
                                        my self

Feb 2014 August

sanguine

Feb 2014 August

daringly

sanguine

you abandoned me,
left me traveling light
you gave me a new outlook,
a prospect.
you were a lesson taught the hard way,
and i will never make the same mistake
again.

Feb 2014 August

When I look at you

Feb 2014 August

Daniel McDougall

When I look at you

When I look at you,
I lose myself.
I lose who I was.
I lose who I am.
I feel heavy.
I feel light.
I feel breathless.
I feel dizzy.
I feel this.
I feel us.
When I look at you,
I feel forever.

*djm