There's a strange red fluid,
that trickles down her arm.
And as I watch it move so gracefully down toward her hand,
the scent entices my nose.
My senses come alive,
I lunge at her as though I'm an animal.
And as my enstincts kick in,
I picture her seeing nothing but darkness and despair.
Then I see her wrigle and writhe,
unable to break free of my tightened grip.
Her mouth moves so swiftly,
but oddly I am unable to hear the words she utters,
even though they mean nothing to me.
And as though a switch has been flipped,
she ceases all movement.
I've become what I've feared the most.
A monster.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Save Me From This Cruel Soul..Re-Written
Help..I'm surrounded by people calling my name loudly like I'm nowhere in sight,
pulling my hair like they're trying to pull a weed,
biting me so hard I bleed,
tearing me apart limb from limb,
yelling at my heart to just stop beating,
begging me to stay so they can torture me more,
telling me to go so that they aren't tempted,
screaming no when I say they should stop,
watching me cry to mock me,
not saying goodbye when I do,
loving when I'm hurt because they adore pain,
All because of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.
pulling my hair like they're trying to pull a weed,
biting me so hard I bleed,
tearing me apart limb from limb,
yelling at my heart to just stop beating,
begging me to stay so they can torture me more,
telling me to go so that they aren't tempted,
screaming no when I say they should stop,
watching me cry to mock me,
not saying goodbye when I do,
loving when I'm hurt because they adore pain,
All because of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.
They Told Me It Wouldn't Hurt
They told me it wouldn't hurt,because I was too numb to feel the needle.
They told me I wouldn't die,because living was easy.
They told me that if I just started it would be easier to stop.
They told me if I quit I would have more time to myself.
They told me if I left my parents they wouldn't know I was gone.
But what they didn't tell me was:
The needle would leave a scar not just in my skin but in my heart.
The living with the drugs was the only hard part of life.
It wasn't really easy to stop because they had never not done drugs in their life.
My parents could never find me because I was always in a dealer's house.
And they especially never told me that I would end up in this coffin.
They told me I wouldn't die,because living was easy.
They told me that if I just started it would be easier to stop.
They told me if I quit I would have more time to myself.
They told me if I left my parents they wouldn't know I was gone.
But what they didn't tell me was:
The needle would leave a scar not just in my skin but in my heart.
The living with the drugs was the only hard part of life.
It wasn't really easy to stop because they had never not done drugs in their life.
My parents could never find me because I was always in a dealer's house.
And they especially never told me that I would end up in this coffin.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Save Me From This Cruel Soul
Help..I'm surrounded by people calling my name,
pulling my hair,
biting me,
tearing me apart,
yelling at my heart,
begging me to stay,
telling me to go,
screaming no,
watching me cry,
not saying goodbye,
loving when I'm hurt,
All becaus of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.
pulling my hair,
biting me,
tearing me apart,
yelling at my heart,
begging me to stay,
telling me to go,
screaming no,
watching me cry,
not saying goodbye,
loving when I'm hurt,
All becaus of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
New Poems
Fallin' in and out,
to and fro,
can't decide where to stay.
Thinking bout this everyday,
that one thing on my mind,
agitates me to no end.
The cat in my mind frolics around trying to find that one mouse.
But finds nothing but empty space.
Sally is a girl of only sixteen,
writing to her lover of eighteen.
The year is 1862,the year the Civil War grew,
Her lover,Matthew,goes out to war,
and he knows what he's fighting for.
To see her again,to look into her beautiful eyes and say "I'm fine",
to know her until he dies.
Sally is at home waiting,
waiting for the day he will come home to see her at home with an apron on,cooking for the community.
Matthew charges to find himself one of the last men standing,
but then he notices this sharp pain in his chest,like air being pumped into his body then sucked back out fast.
He looks down dispite his fear,to find he is wounded near the heart.
Sally is anticipating that he is fine,but feels like something is asqew.
He dies on the battlefield,the note from Sally in his bloody hand.
Sally recieves the notice,Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to the news.
She goes to his funeral,though she wants to stay home and grieve over her loss.
She lays a calla lily over his coffin,like she will do for the rest of her life.
The calla lillies die,like her heart,then wait to sink into the ground.
Sally's lover is gone,so is her hope.
to and fro,
can't decide where to stay.
Thinking bout this everyday,
that one thing on my mind,
agitates me to no end.
The cat in my mind frolics around trying to find that one mouse.
But finds nothing but empty space.
Sally is a girl of only sixteen,
writing to her lover of eighteen.
The year is 1862,the year the Civil War grew,
Her lover,Matthew,goes out to war,
and he knows what he's fighting for.
To see her again,to look into her beautiful eyes and say "I'm fine",
to know her until he dies.
Sally is at home waiting,
waiting for the day he will come home to see her at home with an apron on,cooking for the community.
Matthew charges to find himself one of the last men standing,
but then he notices this sharp pain in his chest,like air being pumped into his body then sucked back out fast.
He looks down dispite his fear,to find he is wounded near the heart.
Sally is anticipating that he is fine,but feels like something is asqew.
He dies on the battlefield,the note from Sally in his bloody hand.
Sally recieves the notice,Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to the news.
She goes to his funeral,though she wants to stay home and grieve over her loss.
She lays a calla lily over his coffin,like she will do for the rest of her life.
The calla lillies die,like her heart,then wait to sink into the ground.
Sally's lover is gone,so is her hope.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Things People Say
I think I owe a lot to people,
I know I like him,
I can't wait till tomorrow,
I want loving friends,
I guess it'll have to wait,
It hurts,
I love it,
I want it to stop,
Think about what you say before it comes out of your mouth,or onto paper.
It could potentially damage something or someone.
I know I like him,
I can't wait till tomorrow,
I want loving friends,
I guess it'll have to wait,
It hurts,
I love it,
I want it to stop,
Think about what you say before it comes out of your mouth,or onto paper.
It could potentially damage something or someone.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My Relativly New Poems
Happiness comes when special things come,
Special Things come when you have a good attitude,
Good Attitudes come with good people,
Good People come when you are a friend,
Friends come when you are in need of cheerfulness,
Need of Cheerfulness comes when you are sad,
Sadness comes when you act a certain way towards people,
Certain ways of acting towards people come with the way you were raised,
The way you are raised comes from your parents life-style,
Your parents' life-style comes from being in a relationship,
Being in a relationship comes from good people around you,
That good person should be YOU!
My heart blazes for you like Saturn blazes from gases.
The fire in my heart will soon die out , only to be re-lit by your embrace.
For your embrace,I can imagine, is like being re-united with your long-lost sibling, warm,cozy,and tight.
I love you like bark loves trees,which is a lot.
But what I want you to know most is that I'm tired of the lies,the calling of names.
For I know you're joking,but it's embarrassing.
To stick with you would be like paper with glue.
Unlike being with someone else that would be like cotton sticking to a glue stick,it wouldn't last long.
Like boots without rain,clouds without a sun ,like rainbows without colors,or like the Earth without God.
I just want to be with you.
Like a ladder wants to be with steps, like a wheel wants to be with a car,like a ball wants to be with air Like a nucleus wants to be associated with an atom.
I'm tired of ignoring it, I'm gonna face it.
I like you enough to write this about you.
The lies of you are like walking in someone else's shoes.
They hurt like needles in skin.
They make others laugh and ask questions.
People embarrass, like lamp lights go out.
I don't want to face it,
I want to embrace it!
It's like tight jeans, uncomfortable.
It's 5:25pm and I'm getting tired of this constant necessity.
This necessity comes from wanting to enjoy new things because that's what I did when I met you.
You're gone now so I want to do this all over again.
By this I mean running into an old friend that I once had feelings for.
I'll just have to "grin and bear it" untill I can find the "right" person.
For now all I can do is write this.
Many a time people have lied to me about liking me.
Now it's over I want people who "like" me to say it to my face.
It's time to break free, time to be who I want to be.
It's now 5:35pm and I'm done with trying to be someone else.
Special Things come when you have a good attitude,
Good Attitudes come with good people,
Good People come when you are a friend,
Friends come when you are in need of cheerfulness,
Need of Cheerfulness comes when you are sad,
Sadness comes when you act a certain way towards people,
Certain ways of acting towards people come with the way you were raised,
The way you are raised comes from your parents life-style,
Your parents' life-style comes from being in a relationship,
Being in a relationship comes from good people around you,
That good person should be YOU!
My heart blazes for you like Saturn blazes from gases.
The fire in my heart will soon die out , only to be re-lit by your embrace.
For your embrace,I can imagine, is like being re-united with your long-lost sibling, warm,cozy,and tight.
I love you like bark loves trees,which is a lot.
But what I want you to know most is that I'm tired of the lies,the calling of names.
For I know you're joking,but it's embarrassing.
To stick with you would be like paper with glue.
Unlike being with someone else that would be like cotton sticking to a glue stick,it wouldn't last long.
Like boots without rain,clouds without a sun ,like rainbows without colors,or like the Earth without God.
I just want to be with you.
Like a ladder wants to be with steps, like a wheel wants to be with a car,like a ball wants to be with air Like a nucleus wants to be associated with an atom.
I'm tired of ignoring it, I'm gonna face it.
I like you enough to write this about you.
The lies of you are like walking in someone else's shoes.
They hurt like needles in skin.
They make others laugh and ask questions.
People embarrass, like lamp lights go out.
I don't want to face it,
I want to embrace it!
It's like tight jeans, uncomfortable.
It's 5:25pm and I'm getting tired of this constant necessity.
This necessity comes from wanting to enjoy new things because that's what I did when I met you.
You're gone now so I want to do this all over again.
By this I mean running into an old friend that I once had feelings for.
I'll just have to "grin and bear it" untill I can find the "right" person.
For now all I can do is write this.
Many a time people have lied to me about liking me.
Now it's over I want people who "like" me to say it to my face.
It's time to break free, time to be who I want to be.
It's now 5:35pm and I'm done with trying to be someone else.
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