Cupped Hands
I inhale your breath
and laugh it all away
as my shadow
diminishes
and overlaps
within itself
I inhale your breath
attempt to grasp
your heart, your love
your tears
shouldering knives
stuck in my back
I inhale your breath
dripping on my soul
like a lit candle
in torrential laughs
engulfing life
with swaggering wink
I inhale your breath
wanting to laugh
in sound of silence
holding your fire
in cupped hands
disconnected, alone
I inhale your breath
promising myself
to love and laugh
smile an elfin grin
naked within myself
reaching for your sun
Leaving
with a smile, I decided, I could laugh it all away
my depression
I laughed so hard
I cracked my rib cage
and punctured my heart
the red juices
spilled
my pain
turned
into
laughter
my tribulations
became
a comedic
act
something
to laugh about
my laugh
hollowed
deep
and
dead
I made
a
mockery
of
my
immature
demented
pain
I dragged
the
nails
through
my
veins
and
made
silly
faces
I invited
a clown
and
told
him
my
story
I invited
a jester
and
poked
fun at my misery
I invited god
and laughed in his face
and poured him a glass of wine
and got drunk off of scriptural fantasies
I walked
on
the stage
and
took
my
bow
and
tripped
and
tumbled
into
the
well
of
hell
and
fucked
hades
and
gave
birth
to
my
pain
and
let
it
choke
me
alive
Drowning in the Life
With a smile, I decided I
Could laugh it all away
The thousand knives
Tearing through my mind
And ripping into the fabric
Of my soul
The darkened clouds
The whispering winds
The trees shaking
In the storm of thought
I decided I could
Laugh away
The bitter anger
The wrenching pain
The voices -
Always the voices -
That held me captive
That put me down
And tried
Oh, how they tried
To throw me away
I decided I could
Laugh away
All the blackened wreckage
Of who they had made me
Of what I had allowed
But I was wrong
Laughter feeds the
Darkness
And darkness is
What I've become
#laughaway #challenge #whoIam #mentalhealth
inside my crazy mind
facade facade facade facade
(deter the demons)
YOU DON'T EXIST
(do you?)
(do I?)
tis only a vision.
'tis
haha facade is such a funny word though, fun to say, it rolls off the tongue
(i used to think it was pronounced fake-aid)
(funny you don't know what it means, it totally describes you)
(what a dumbass)
aaaaand I can't write?
You know why? because no one cares at all!
(i mean, some people do.
but do i??)
HAHAHAHAHAHA
With A Smile
I look as you walk away, your dark brown hair rustling in the wind. I feel the Pain of what you did.
"Who cares?" I tell myself.
"You do," Was the answer.
"Maybe I can Laugh it all away," I say. Laugh. It feels good to Laugh after all the crying.
"It's still there," I say to myself. "The Pain is still here."
"Smile and keep that Smile on," I say to myself.
"All Pain passes," I say under my breath. "With a Smile."
Haunt
It began
Slowly with
Words
Painful words
Words cannot hurt me
But they do anyways
Confidence
Gone now
Self doubt,
A constant
Eye contact broken
Along with my spirit
It escalated
To slaps,
Pinches, and punches
Pain is temporary
But it hurts now
Endurance
Failing
Facade
Faltering
Plastering on a
Fake face
Don't let anyone know what
What was happening
Deep breathes
In
And out
And in
And out
Left foot
Right foot
Left
Right
Close eyes
Open eyes
Close
Open
Heart beat
Beat
Beat
Beat
Beat
Breathe
Step
Walk
Blink
Beat
Smile
With a smile
I decided
I could laugh
Laugh it all away
Until-
Until it all
Comes back
To haunt
Me
first kiss
"Can I kiss you?" The words jolted Olivia awake from her dream, the tone of Matthew's voice sounding too real for her to handle. Without her glasses, she couldn't see much of anything, but she still rolled over in her bed, arm draped across her waist, and squinted hard at the digital clock on her nightstand. She made out a twelve then probably a twenty-seven. Still midnight.
"Ugh..." Groaning, she sat up in her bed, feet tangled into the cool sheets. She ran a hand through the kinks in her hair then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She had classes in the morning that she needed to focus on. But she couldn't bring herself to sleep. The memories of the day before worked its way through the crevices of her until she caught herself blushing. "Ugh."
For one thing, Matthew is disgusting and she hates him. She's hated him ever since they met in middle school. And he's a total womanizer. But, back then, with his hand cupping her face and thumb wiping the tears from her eyes... "Can I kiss you?" Olivia brought a hand to her lips, tongue darting out and wetting the chapped layers.
"God, you're such an idiot," she whispered, a smile tugging it's way at her cheeks.
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moving with tickling of clock tik tik tik
sailing with lonely aura
but tributar +ing through different paths
piercing stone of blockage
not in need to stop
UNpleased by events of their dreaded scenic beauty
by tickling of clock in reverse gear.
but to laugh away with beauty and charm
that can grace but not to hide.
but to stop heart sobbing filled with sadness
mourning hidden inside
was past .
of path that
should not be taken but discarded away
by creating world of happiness.