ListenTell me:Am I a disappointment?Because I like womenMore than I like men?Because I am not going to UniversityImmediately after high school?Because you may never have grandchildrenThe conventional way?Because I am my own personAnd I don't have to be like you?Because I will never fit inAnd I don't care?Tell me:Do you have regrets?Would you have left meBefore I left you?Would you have held onThat one extra minute?Would you have told meThe lies I found out?Would you have kissed meWhen you had the chance?Would you have told me that you loved meBefore my heart broke?Tell me:What do you hear in the dark?Does your own breathingObscure everything else?Does the sound of my voiceStill echo in your head?Does the moon tease youWith memories from long ago?Does an unfulfilled promiseKeep you awake at night?Does your cheerful musicConceal bitter tears?Tell meWhat you really think of me.Tell meWho you love and hate.Tell meWhat haunts your dreams.Tell meWhy you c
A Day in the Life...In theoretical silenceI am surrounded with noise.Noise that distractsFor lingering momentsUntil the focus activityAbsorbs all elseFor a few precious secondsOf imagination and beautyBefore the hordesBegin their genocide of thoughtOnce again.
YesterdayTodayI had the urge to drive a knifeThrough my armSo that it came out the other sideAll crimson gloryAnd elegant steel.TodayI started crying at lunchFor no reasonAnd sat by myselfWishing that the people I was hiding fromWould come to check on me.TodayI worried my friendsWith my poemsAnd discoveredWhich of them really know meAnd which just think they do.TodayI admittedThat the real reason I walked 6 kilometresIn the sun with no liquidsWas that I was trying to seeIf I could make myself pass out.TodayI came one step closerTo being driven insaneBy the stupidity and carelessnessOf the so called peersThat make me ashamed to be alive.TodayWas a dayJust like any otherAnd I wish that I wouldn't haveAny more tomorrows likeToday.
Like a Phoenix, She is RebornShe walks away from it all silently one night, with the intent never to look back. Away from the friends and teachers who thought they knew her, and the ones who had never even wanted to. So many times their cruel shouts had echoed down the hallways of her mind, but now it did not matter any more. Now she was walking toward something new. A fresh start. At least that is what she tried to tell herself. The voice in the back of her head, however, the one that sounded so much like her beloved that it made the breath catch in her throat, that voice had another viewpoint. It said that she was running away. That she couldn't handle it when things had gone wrong, and was leaving her friends and love to pick up the pieces without her.This was probably true, but nobody would ever know for sure, because in a few days she wouldn't even exist at all. She would burn, along with everything she had known, as she had done so many times before, and a new being would rise from the ashes. Somebody with
I have loved them all...From HimA single frozen gift,TakenRather than given,Used notFor what it was intended.From HerMany heartfelt things,Both intentionalAnd spontaneous,All equally treasured,All full of love.And there are others too,People frozen in time,RememberedFor an individual moment,A day,A single touch in the night.A flower,A trinket,A few well deserved scars,A walk in the moonlight,A mistake drawn out over time,A circumstance never to be repeated.All are valued,Learning experiencesOr treasured memories.None can be forgotten.How could they,When they are the stories of my life?
missed detailsMinute detailsTo maintain the illusionThat everything is normal,And a millionThat have been missed,Contradicting,Which are only noticedBy the few.The few who really care.The few that I don't want to worryWtih my little problemsThat don't concern them. But perhaps they do. Never mind though, Because they shall never know.And so the facad continues,Never quite the same,But never any different,Untill even I cannot tell the difference.You always do though,And that is the very reasonI can never say.
a poem in 3 partsA million tiny liesTo make you believeThat I am untouched,And untouchable,Indifferent to the worldAround me.Just becauseI am alone,Does not meanThat I am lonely.I haven't been crying.And if I have,It certainly wasn'tBecause of you.And my vanityIs just a distraction,So that I don'tHave to thinkAbout all of the thingsI never did,And can never do again.If people can not see meBenieth the layers ofLiesCovering my person,Then perhaps they will not worryOrThink of me at allWhen I do not with them toAnd that will be saferFor us all.