Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Bleed Me

The blood running in rivers
can't be seen by the eye.
My wounds won't stop
their weeping.

I will the scars to form.
To swallow the suffering.
The pain worsens with each
ridiculous thought.

He will never appear.
No matter how many days
I sit pining for him
The truth remains the same.

I am nothing.
A wisp of emptiness.
Blowing in the breezes
of this fruitless life.



Sunday, April 3, 2016

Survival

Finally, after all these years
I've decided to give up believing that
there was something to this myth.
You need a heart to live.

Grandiose visions of happiness
Of being found and loved
Fill my head like a sickness.
I take the pills to make it go away.

Once, I believed in fairy tales.
Oh, how I loved them.
How a man came and brought hope
to all who met him.

Too bad those are stories.
Lies stuffed in books
to keep us searching
for that which doesn't exist.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Confessions

Dear Sir,
I have a confession or two.

If you even care, well I tried to make you appear.
I sought you out, in vain.
Their eyes were all dead.

I tried to find you.
I thought that maybe you were somewhere.
Each time was an act of defiance.
I don't need you.

Isn't that why you refuse to show your face?
I wanted you to be angry.
To show me you were real.

I thought you cared.
That we were meant to be together.
Each time was a realization.
I don't need you.

Are you happy now?
Are you satisfied that you've made me realize how much I hate you?
You've destroyed a heart so fragile.
Why didn't you come when I called?

Memories Better Left Forgotten

Walking through these thoughts
is like walking through a bog
that threatens to pull me under.

I hold my breath
waiting for the bog
to swallow.

Yet, here I am, once more me.
Those strange choices were of
someone confused.

Now, I see it for what it was.
Too much change in a web
that trapped me in fine strands.

Spun into a hate filled desire
to try and be something
other than who I am.

Tis truth I speak and I
nothing more.