wash me off with water if you think i am so dirty take the time to scrub me with your own words rub soap against my skin if you think my thoughts smell bad breathe yourself into me and make me you dress me in your clothes change my face make me you make me do as you do make me feel as you do wash me off with water make me what you are and do your little dance on the soul that was once mine but now lives in the wasteland of people who were different but now walk as you do robots as we all are
"i love you"
you hate me
"you're beautiful"
i am ugly
lies
i sit crying beside them
they turn the TV up louder
they yell at me
they call me names
they kiss me goodnight
i see my ticket out
soon the pills take effect
sleep
sleep
sleep
there's my kiss
goodnight.
the past will never be again but thoughts of you flood my head our passion flew on gas-soaked wings burned so bright we could not see our heat rose up beyond the sky scorched this life of mine so our days have passed form earth my friend the tears the end the end the end.
and now i think i love you and now i want to hold you near and now i am obsessing i want to hold your soul and read the words written there and now i want to own you and now i want to give myself to you am i only dreaming? the way your eyes were shining when you looked down upon my naked limbs and now my soul is lonely i think of you your everyday chores thoughts of me never a thought what would it take to love me? a thousand wishes never to come true
don't talk to me of trivial things those words will not heal my wounds Don't pat me on the back and say "it'll be okay" your hand only makes me hurt where i didn't hurt before don't hand me your kleenex to wipe away my tears don't take from me all i have left
whispered words
carried on breath
from your body to mine
the words
i love you
only a beginning
not even close
to what i really feel
all the feelings
are in the fingers
in the limbs
on the breath
being thrust within
such feelings
are beyond love
they carry on the moans
which we try to hold in
but must let go
before we
explode.
explode with such a feeling
that makes us want to cry
that makes us want to become
one
we become whole
as we are attached
for that one moment when
our love
is beyond love
with each moan
each touch
each silent word and feeling
carried on breath
alone. cold here how will i survive without your arms? so strong you kept all the pain let only the good times in they play like pictures in my head you are gone alone.
our relationship's
over
we used to
love so sweetly
together
and kiss onetwothreefourfive kisses in seconds
Jesus
it was a special love
and what i want to know is
why did we let them break us
my love?
this is a poem to my cat Henry whom i have pushed away and forgotten to feed whose soft orange fur sometimes tickles and forces me to want to push him away i have ignored your scratching at my window when it was cold outside because i thought you were warm enough and because i thought you knew i've loved you all your life and that i'll cry when you're gone but now i see that no cat knows that about himself but must be cuddled and scratched because i think that you're not just a snotty cat you're not just a brat who leaves mice guts on the porch you will always be that curious kitten attacking my feet in the living room
sometimes life feels lke a dark blank page no one's around you, you're too old to age you're all alone in this cold dark world there's no one to care, no one to hold you feel dead you feel like dying you can't cry the tears for the crying "be happy" people say only you feel this hateful rain still others come one more each day still you sit in your corner wilting away
over the years you have been my friend although sometimes i wonder why? you've made me laugh given me your crafty look with its crooked smile i remember times when i would cry and was falling apart you were strong and held me up like a foundation i lean on you more than you know you allow me to pretend i am independent but i know that if you walked away i would crash to the ground for a house cannot stand without a foundation a person cannot lean if a tree isn't there to hold them thank you for being my tree my friend
Beneath the dark blanket of night,
cries carry on the wind
In a corner a child cowers weeping
from the pain that tears within
Suddenly the child opens its eyes
to see the man standing there
A mangled hand raises in the night
then strikes with pain through the air
The child falls back as it's hit
colliding soft bones with the wall
This practice is so frequent
that the child doesn't notice the fall
Your children grow up, mom and dad
Your children go into the world
But they remember the pain you gave them
Your innocent boys and girls
Beneath the dark blanket of night
a hand raises, knife within
the child stands above this so-called father
blood on his face, and a grin
i hold your essence in these hands i call mine but really they are what you gave to me i touch these hands they have dried a thousand tears made a thousand dinners smoothed a thousand band-aids and wished a thousand times for recognition i see your essence in these eyes i call mine but really they are what you gave to me i watch these eyes they have cried a thousand tears crinkled with laughter shone with love and hidden a thousand hopes behind their reflection i feel your essence in this body i call mine but really it is what you gave to me i feel this body it has carried three children carried a love often ignored carried this mother's burden and wished a thousand times for reciprocation i see you, the mother i call mine but really you are more than what you gave to me i see you mother you have supported me a thousand times loved me when no one else would been what no one else could my mother.
the wings that wrapped around me were soft against my skin they kept me from my sorrow and blocked me from the wind the wings that have flown me high above my pain picked me up when i was down far above the acid rain the wings that have touched me made my body sing they brought warmth to every pore and gave me my wings now i lay here cold and scared eyes sweeping the empty sky my only hope is for the wings to grip me tightly and fly.
i devour those around me i devour myself i thirst for impossible liquids i thirst for escape from myself i long for someone touch me i long for comfort an embrace but there is a whore in the mirror where once shone my face.
DISGUST AFTER A SERIES OF ONE-NIGHT STANDS
an easy cunt is all they see they shoot their indifference inside of me the prison of their arms afterward holding me like it's some reward dry lips upon my open skin i used to think it meant everything orgasm as they fuck my soul away someday real soon they say someday soon i am no more no on remembers this useless whore
my sister has cancer they will cut the skin from her back and replace it with skin from her ass i can't help but think that soon it will all be six feet under we will buy pretty flowers for the wooden box her body is in and i will drink as i have never drunk before that reminds of the time she made me drink pee when i was five
and this is the way my mother cleans her face and this her vanity table which holds her bottles of creams of lotions of youth and this is the way she is rubbing rubbing rubbing youth into her lines which speak of tears and laughter and show that she has lived but she is only rubbing rubbing rubbing them away those which speak, to her, of the old woman she has become and this is the way she becomes beautiful making her lines invisible and her self
i am an 18 year old girl who has no idea what she's doing with her life, but makes enough money to live off of, and happens to be able to write poetry. i have just moved to Edmonton (damn it's cold here) from Vancouver from Kamloops from Red Deer from Rolling Hills. I eventually hope to settle somewhere.
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