UNTITLED

April 11, 2012

I will sleep in your tears tonight.
Grief upon me for the flower that was to bloom,
but was threatened by a
                                     truth.
Shed light upon my breast,
     spread sorrow across my chest.
Infect my heart with a
                                      misfortune.
A bleeding rose, thorns aching to quiver,
to fall off and commit,
to leave vulnerable and
empty.
But I plead, I demand, may the truth not be a burden.
Let it wake you upon the stars.
The twinkle of age has yet to touch you,
to become your pride.
Leave droplets tonight, leave them on your pillow,
grow red in the discomfort.
Free them, let misunderstanding escape
     through thick petals of protection.
Put down the shield and release your roots.
But dare not hide your thorns,
                                         your sword,
                                                         your teeth.
Use your tactics, find new weapons,
and let your stem     advance.

Be all and be mighty, shine upon a disappointing shadow.
And I will sleep in your tears tonight,
but only for tonight.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

FEELINGS

March 20,2012

What is this feeling?
This feeling?
Pressed up against my eyes,
iron and blank as seen from the
outside.
I take back my letter,
I take back my words.
Did you realise the power, the strength
it took to digest that feeling?
But what is this feeling?
It pokes its branch at me from deep within the ice.
What was once melting has now, days passed,
become frozen over with a new sense of sincerity.
How could it be that this something
precious became
neglect?
Is it true, this feeling?
Is it truth?
Do you even realise, can you acknowledge?
Can it be explained, this pain
that won’t go away?
Breathe out, the aches escape me.
I’m new again.
I’m happy.
Breathe in and fresh venom takes its place.
I struggle, I’m weak.
I’m lost.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

Final Draft on November 28, 2011

I am a volcano.
I am a pissed-off volcano.
Let me howl out my pain.
Let me destroy, dismantle,
deceive, disarray, delete
something beautiful,
peaceful, happy, content.
Why should I be the only one
left with this growing disease
of uncontrollable anger?
Let the world feel it, feel
it in my wounds, in my bones.
I try and I try and I give
and I try. And I get, oh,
I get, I get so very little.
No, I don’t expect anything
in return.
But don’t you care?
Don’t you want to
give me satisfaction?
So here I am, creating destruction.
So the sun doesn’t revolve around you?
Boo-hoo, welcome to my world.
Caress my sadness and grip my
loneliness.
Welcome to my world.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

SERIOUS STANZAS

October 13, 2011 (homework for my Creative Writing class; had to write 4 serious stanzas about sex)

The skin that touches becoems a ritual.
They can’t live without it—it’s become their life.
They walk so tall, they think they’re cool.
But it’s hidden in darkness, inner strife.
Their words are short, their stares are deep.
The clock is their only companion these days.
When the time comes for their lowest steep,
The leave with excuses, find the craziest ways.
They know no one, not even the other.
All they know is the high it gives.
They can’t stop, so they explore another.
This is the timeline of the lives they live.
In shame they return to the house they reside.
Though inside, they’re thinking of tomorrow’s suns.
They get into bed, still unsatisfied.
But a secret it stays to their loved ones.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

MR. SUNSHINE

November 8, 2010

The harshest breeze is seeping through
the fibers of cloth in the jacket you gave me.
I’m trying hard not to clench my teeth
and hope that you’d come back to save me.
The clouds are dull and spreading fast,
like quicksand in the roaring skies.
But even when I look up to view it,
I can’t see anything beyond your eyes.
The brown colour of sweet pudding and earth
gives more warmth than a blanket could.
The way your voice caresses your lips
sends heat through my chest like fired wood.
Even when the wind hits hard
against my tiny, shivering body,
I know it can’t do much damage
when I think of how much you love me.
Nothing harms me, no amount of ice
can disturb me or make me feel blue.
So now I’m sending these waves of love
through town to make sure you know it, too.
That the reason the sun comes up is because of you.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

UNBALANCED

September 27, 2011

You’re tired, you say. You want to step in.
You want to rest, your rest will begin.
You’ve had enough, you need to sleep.
You’ve done so much, you’re far too weak.
You, you, you—you’re all that matters.
You take for granted that you have her.
Her, her, her, she’s weary, she’s tired.
A request from you is all she requires.
She could’ve stepped in, she could’ve called quits.
She could’ve said no, could’ve gave you the slip.
But you begged her to stay, to keep you warm.
She couldn’t care less what words you formed.
She could’ve stayed back, she’s far too weak.
She could’ve admitted she needed her sleep.
But for you she left, far from home.
She didn’t want you to be alone.
But today, she was in the same position.
She wanted you there, but you had conditions.
You never came, she didn’t resist.
She thought you cared, thought you’d insist.
She knew you had no utter desire.
She knew that she was a damn good liar.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

MY LOVE OF HATE

Date unknown, from my junior year, 2009

The ocean blue that envelopes your eyes
Can hold me frozen, can leave me breathless.
Your voice, so in tune, uttering no lies.
The love that you give is smooth and endless.
Or that’s what I thought; my thinking was wrong.
Your love was merely a dancing parade.
You held my hand and you led me along.
Though your time, limited, is all you gave.
Time elapsed, you grew weary of my care
And you let the love I so cherished die.
I hope you see hatred deep in my stare.
Your love is not even worth a goodbye.
The reason the darkness intrudes my view,
The reason I hate is because of you.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)

UPSET

August 30, 2011

I’ve done it, I’ve done it, I’ve done it again.
Why are we, why are we, why are we friends?
The things I think of, the things I do,
Well, don’t be shy, I know I upset you.
Don’t be shy, I know how it feels
To be upset with a girl like me.
Go on, get mad, tell me how you feel.
Show me that your hate for me is real.
I know you can’t help it, I don’t expect less.
But I wish I knew how I could be my best.
I don’t want to upset you, no, no, no.
But I’m a mess, I know, know, know.

(Source: timewillhealthevoices)