I can't always make my words sound nice
Because pretty things can look like lies
But I want to express the truth in rhyme
And if it requires more effort, I'll take the time
Sometimes my world feels like a maelstrom
Where all the bad things come from
And my hands and legs are knotted behind me
My tongue is tied to muffle my desperate plea
As I'm tossed thoughtlessly in the ocean
And circling around is a shark fin
I'm gasping for any breath
Because I'm not ready for death
And in my struggling haze I see
Someone who might be like me
And I'm drowning and that shark is still there
But you have a knife and some time to spare
You can't reach your own bondages
But you saw at mine with the knife's edges
But as much as I don't want to die
Maybe I think my existence is a lie
And illusions don't deserve to survive
When there are more deserving souls to revive
So i grab the knife and I ignore the red
That seeps from the gash, the first blood shed
And I flip the knife to reach the hilt
Starting to work on your ropes ridden with guilt
Because here we are in a deadly sea
With a shark circling us, just you and me
And I know I can never be enough
What's ever enough for an opponent this tough?
But I'll try until I can't try any more
I'll try until I've washed up on shore
Because that's the only way this ends
With my lifeless body on a beach covered in sand so it blends.
And a note pinned to my forehead with two words:
If you don't have uncertainty, you are talking about the past
Work hard to stick to your beliefs, and work smart to update them
Those beautifully raw and deep pieces of writing, those sparked by love, passion, respect, or admiration make me yearn for someone to write about me that way. I wonder if I'll ever be the inspiration, instead of just being inspired.
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The Kiss of Compassion.
She is beautiful,
But it's an eerie beauty,
Haunting in a romantic type of way.
She lurks in the shadows,
Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.
Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,
Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.
Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.
She glances at me through ice blue eyes,
Taunting me from across the room.
She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.
I want to leave with her so badly.
I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.
I ache for the comfort of her company.
She is desirable like no other.
She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.
Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp,
Yet still she keeps her distance.
She understands that, once I am ready,
I will come running to her cold embrace.
I am consumed by pain.
I cannot wait a moment longer.
My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.
Through toilsome breaths,
I beckon her,
And with light steps,
She silently saunters towards me.
No words need to be exchanged.
We both know what is coming.
We both know what we want.
Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.
With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine.
Slowly, I feel my body become numb.
My soul is no longer devoured by anguish.
Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.
She encases me in her warm plumage.
I feel a snap.
Death releases our lip lock,
My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.
I did it.
At last, I have crossed over to the other side.
The Final Break
I loved you.
I loved you with an all consuming fire.
You were the warmth that melted my frozen heart.
You made it beat again.
For the first time in so many years, my heart was beating.
All thanks to you.
See, I've had this hate hate relationship with myself.
I've been judged, criticised & abandoned my whole life.
That leaves scars, man.
Deep, rotting, festering scars that ooze with anger, self-loathing, anxiety, depression & myriad other sad emotions.
I thought I would never be good enough.
But you changed all that.
You treated me like a queen.
Everything was perfect...
Until you hit me.
At first I thought I must have deserved it because, how could someone who claimed they loved me do something so cruel unless I had made some heinous mistake?
So I dismissed it & loved you still.
Then it happened again.
I questioned why, begging you to tell me what I did wrong.
"You're just useless. Pathetic."
That was all you said.
For months I tried so hard to make you happy.
I loved you.
I wanted to be with you.
Yet, I failed. Time & time again, I failed.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'd ask myself this every single day, hoping to come up with the answer.
& then I knew.
I knew exactly what I had to do.
I wasn't right for you &, as you had pointed out, wasn't right for anyone else either.
So what was the point?
I loved you.
Oh how much I loved you.
I loved you as I held the gun to my head.
I loved you right up till I pulled the trigger.
I always loved you.
But it's over now.
Everything has stopped.
Thanks to you, I ended it.
I broke up with myself.
I broke up with life...
I feel a pain running through my veins
It used to feel good where love stood
Where has it all gone
Emptiness between walls
Lonely steps on the floors
A reflection of my former self
A subtle cry for help
I bask in the darkness that becomes me
A shield from people that hurt me
Wrap me in arms of cold
Finally something to hold
This sadness feels good it's constant
It's the only thing that never changes
I trust it more than I trust myself
I love it more than love itself
Love left me it hurt me
Who needs love it always runs out
There was nothing left in this world for him, if he was not able to find that feeling again. That sensation that only comes with a smile that can never fade; a laugh that is so natural that it terrifies all those who have never felt this way.
The last time I saw him
in the mist of his oblivion
his footprints whispered goodbye
harsh rain soaked into my soul
I clung to him with tears of no return
the heavy weight of water pulled him
away from me into his vague future
I wish I could swallow more time
keep it safely tucked into my belly
before he floated away from me
stagnant air festers in my head
as my haunting words linger in air
pleading for one more chance
but I only hear the echo of my voice
reverberating in the empty night
“Please stay, oh please stay with me.”
I am left with little piles of memories
encapsulated deep within my heart
as he vanishes forever from my view.