Sadness is a house
full of bad memories.
It is not something
that you will find comfort in.
It will tear you apart
like a dog with rabies,
and it will cause you to be silent
even if you want to scream
Sadness is a seashore
with only broken shells.
It is not something
to shelter or protect you.
It will beat you down
and stomp on you, as if
you were an ant hill.
Sadness is an illness
and it will
destroy you.
I remember standing
in a field with you
last summer
at the lake.
The sun was warm
on our soft skin
and the flowers
were like pillows.
The water was still
And the breeze was gentle
the trees were our
shields from the rain.
I remember standing
in a field, alone, without you
this Summer at the lake.
I am who you are
and who you were
and who you want to be.
I am your friends
and your shadow
and the voice you cannot see.
I am your skin
and your mind
and your body too.
I am me
and you are me
but also I am you.
And when I walk upon the shore
I feel you here with me
the water remains still,
beautiful and silent
the dark quiet of
the sea
I grow my wings
and fly away
But I hold on to
tomorrow
I weep with all the angels
who have felt this type of
sorrow.
You don’t know
how much it would mean to me
just to see you smile. To wipe away your
tears, and keep you by my side. I want to tell
you that it’s going to be okay. But this time I want
you to believe me. I know you want to give up
and descend into the sea. But life isn’t that
bad after all. Because I have you and
you have me.
something so powerless,
small,
makes such a big impact.
a gentle breeze,
blowing the petals,
off of a flower
not strong enough
to kill, but still
causing an impact
blowing away all
that was once enough,
but not anymore.
her hands like doves
on the encyclopedia
searching for something
to know
her heart is heavy,
but her soul is light
searching for somewhere
to go
her mind is steady,
her heart roams free
i think i know where it is
her love runs deep,
her fingers are shaking
somewhere with some one
to miss
i know –
about the many
depths of the dark.
that the sun can never
shine on any part of
the world that is hidden.
i know –
that the sky can’t
see anyone who chooses
to hide away inside
of their own sadness.
i know.
Too muted to be seen and too quiet to be heard. A thousand lost souls screaming, but no one hears a single word. They don't want to remember, but they can not forget For the wounds they carry can't be fixed by a fist-aid kit.
Perhaps you know what
I am talking about.
The feeling of loose lips hurtful words,
it’s something you can’t take back.
It clings to you like a spider web.
You want to take it back, but there’s
no possible way to
The ship has already sailed,
and the damage already done.
Perhaps you know what
I am talking about.
And somewhere in this world,
there is a boy with a dream
a boy from two souls; one
with great passion for life
held down by another
whose only passion is filling
their lungs with smoke and
their stomach with beer
his living room is a battlefield
with countless numbers of thrown
punches and black eyes
he was grown from the dirt
he calls “dad” and nurtured by the
tears of his own mother,whose broken
heart was mended the day he bloomed
he doesn’t owe an explanation
not to anyone
somewhere in this world,
there is a boy whose dream
is to simply rid his own garden
of weeds.
thought-
a question of when
and where?
the answer, is it here
or there?
can flower petals really
determine true love,
or will one day the clouds fall from above?
the matter of time
and space,
the places my mind
seem to chase
he loves me,
he loves me not
or is my life just one big
thought?
I don’t hear them, the voices that once sang
They took me in when I was weak, my shelter from the rain
Bittersweet harmonies that tingled down my spine
They gave me voice when I was quiet, and so I called them mine
The echoing of a quiet room, the shatter of a heart
They beat me down, then brought me up, and killed me from the start
I hated what they did to me, that was all I knew
But the broken voices that sang to me, was the voice that came from you
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