Tears streaming down my face

I watch as they hit my paper one by one like little bombs going off in a war. All my stress, my worries, my feelings are in all of those little destructive creations. And it feels really good to finally unleash. I don't hold back and eventually the page is flooded with copious amounts of salty water. It runs so deep you can't even read the words I sloppily scribbled onto the page anymore..

I kissed every lie that came out of your mouth. I entangled my limbs with all of your empty words that you spoke to my soul. My precious flower made love to your devilish snake knowing it was the wrong decision, but you reeled me in with all the right things. Words were my kryptonite and you knowingly used my sunlight to hurt me. Tell me how does it feel to rip someone's heart out and shatter it in front of them without a care in the world?

First, they will smile at you.

They will show off kindness.

They will call themselves humans,

And praise humanity.

They will support equality

And denounce the high cost;

They will appear in a high quality.

They will come in different shapes & colors;

Eyes, hair, lips, and curvy & skinny hips.

They will come in colorful covers.

They will tell you that money

Is just a piece of paper–

And their skin is made of tree leaves~

Every word will taste like honey

And convenient to your beliefs.

You; will like the idea,

And smile at them back.

You will embrace their language.

Moreover, you will change-

Your eye color and dye your hair.

You will even write a poem,

About the human in your heart,

And about humanity.

You will love them too,

The same way they

Loved you;

As you believed

They loved you.

And then, you will wake up

In a desert called reality, alone,

-Everyone’s alone in their reality-

With nothing but the poem

That you start writing

In two verses back.

By the end of your poem

You will realize that you-

Are a human, too.

Boo. . .

#Circulation #peoplehurtpeople 

#hurt&hurt #itspeople #survivals

#intelligentanimals #fuckers

My memory of you is altered daily when we talk.

My dreams of you are more and more vivid.

The rain seems to fall slower now and when I'm lonely I remember how you waited for me.

I remember your smile.

And your changing eyes.

You've said before that you didn't understand romantic love so I want to explain it to you in a way you'll understand.

Well.

Romantic love is that rope I tied around your wrist that's connected to my heart

And the farther away you get, the more I feel that pull.

Your name is like a song stuck in my head.

I cannot help but fit you into every simile and metaphor.

Two days ago when we talked I was feeling okay until I looked over at you sitting so close literally two feet away

And I remembered the intensity with which I love you and we are so very close

If only the clock didn't move so fast

Then maybe I could catch you before you walked out the door.

Well.

Maybe you have not felt love.

Maybe you have, but not for me.

When I'm sitting in the room I have four walls to stare at, and a certain amount of square footage to pour my thoughts into- 1061 sq. ft. to be exact. The deeper my thoughts run the smaller the room gets, and it closes in on me. When I'm outside my thoughts don't bounce around four walls. It travels miles and miles away. They travel so far some leave my conscious mind altogether. Outside will always be my secret escape from myself and my thoughts that lurk me.

You’re the queen

And I’m the wretch

You’re the moon

And I’m not rich

You’re too much for me

Even though you’re just–

Blood and flesh.

#thetruereality #ispricetag

In the end...

When you're lying in your bed

With the darkest thoughts piercing through your head

When you're putting on a brave face

But feel like a total disgrace

When your child's eyes can't illuminate your soul

When you're swimming about

In a little fish bowl

When you're fed up of justifying every action

Constantly looking for another distraction

When the sun rises but your faith does not

When everyone remembered but you forgot

When you're going through the motions every day 

You decide its best to just 'go away'

I a..m.. t..ryin' to p..u.ll i..t OUT!

This dull knife you planted in my chest

But I'm too weak before your violence

You're a tyrant

Invaded my country

Enslaved my freedom

And even my own heart!

Betrayed me..

During your cold war

It's not my heart anymore

It doesn't belong to me anymore

But to you

Do whichever you wish with it

Tear it apart

Roast it slowly. . .

On your sunshine

Do whichever you wish with it

Squeeze it to bleed

Soak it in aches and sorrow

It's all yours..

We all are yours

Spread your ocean  

Across my hot and dry desert 

Kill me gently

With your angelic smile

If that's my fate

Then kill me over

And over again

And who am I anyway 

Without your violence 

But a walking body

Soulless--

Dead inside.

#love #authority #poetry

My eyes fill with tears

as I try to utter a warning

but I'm choking.

Attempted gasps

inhale more water

but I'm screaming.

I see your lips move

inaudible whispers echo

but I'm drowning.

-Jo Resner