The pieces fall apart every time I leave your presence
The shards of who I am send me running from the present.
You have left me, so alone.
My sweet music is now lacking all its tone.
You brought me cigarettes, made sure I ate my dinner.
I bloomed so beautifully, but now I'm growing thinner.
You have left me, so alone.
I keep calling, but you won't pick up the phone.
I gave you all of me, thought it would make me better.
Now hidden from your gaze, old wounds begin to fester.
I have left you, so alone.
I am drowning, but you won't pick up the phone.
I won't forget about all the things we did together.
You'll know you're in my thou
I walk through your doorway and my broken pieces suddenly glimmer in your light. They are no longer shards of who I want to be, but beautiful pieces that fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. When you hold me, I can feel your warmth coursing through me. If you hold me too long you will bring my insides to a boil, and all my thoughts and feelings will bubble over. This is what you do for me. You make all the little pieces fuze together, until I am glowing with light.
When I leave, every inch of me begins to slowly pull apart. With every step that carries me away from you, I forget another part of who I am. I am disassembling myself f
You cut me open with your eyes
Flay me, display me
For all to see my insides.
You rip my mind out with your gaze
Screw me, undo me
Destroy me with lies.
I grab your hand and pray aloud.
Save me, embrace me
I'm yearning for your touch.
Instead, you pull away from me.
Your lack of love is what hurts most.
I'm empty, I'm starving
For you to fill me up.
I would be satisfied with coal.
This cold is unnerving
I'm waiting for the fall.
I grab your hand and pray aloud.
Save me, unlace me.
I'll show you all my scars.
Instead, you pull away from me.
You strip my skin off with your eyes.
Flay me, display me
For all to see my inside
Dinner is sitting on the kitchen counter, getting cold. I'm ready to eat, but it's against the rules that I no longer am allowed to set for myself. Instead I will sit and remember what it feels like to eat my own body. Chomp, there goes my finger. The cartilage from my nose crunches between my fangs and I am glad that I can no longer smell that extremely tempting Chinese food sitting off limits on the kitchen counter. I want to go take a look and see what used to smell so good, but I have eaten off my feet, and I once saw in a movie how painful it is to walk on bloody stumps.
It is long past time for dinner, now. It is long past the time for
I
I am tired of this blizzard
I am tired of being a strong
strong tree
that barely blows in the wind
I am tired of this existence
these shackles around my ankles
this struggle
this fight.
II
So I travel back
to smiles and butterfly houses
back to times
with no hurting
I travel back
and as I go I can feel the
burns and scars
disappearing.
My hair becomes full and bouncy again
my back unbruised.
My tears dry up before they spill
over, and I can feel my skin
Become thick with color again.
As I travel backwards
I feel myself become whole.
Growing into a person I never knew existed.
III
But even as I travel back
I re
The words get caught in the back of my throat
And make me gag.
I stick my finger in
Just a little bit deeper (Just a little skinnier, just a couple more pounds)...
And the words surge out.
I am dead, dying, long gone.
I am rotting.
Disappearing.
Waiting to no longer be seen,
And craving to be seen.
I am an exhibitionist, I am a pervert.
I am a nymphomaniac, and a slut.
I am pathetic and have no self control.
Yet I am well disciplined.
I am kicking and fighting against everything around me,
And passively letting my life spiral out of hand.
I am empty,
But I am complete.
I am alone and surrounded by people who care.
I am lost
I called it.
September.
Its that time of year again.
The warmth tricks you into a false sense of identity,
The cold hits you like the door on his way out.
Voices fighting, empty and
Without any comprehension of the depth of this matter.
I gave him my heart on a silver platter.
I only hope he isnt hungry for more.
There is not much left of me,
Or so it seems on these cold September days.
The sky weeps for my losses.
Now the winds are chillier.
The shock from the cold has warn off,
And my frostbitten anger weighs down my limbs.
Letters dont come with Christmas tidings.
At least, not any tidings I want
The truth is its over.
The truth is it will never work.
Yet all the truth is, is a little thought in the corner of my mind that wont stop nagging me.
The truth is Ive always loved you.
The truth is I always will.
But the truth is only a folded up note left in the pocket of your True Religion jeans to be ran
through the washer.
The truth is Ill never stop thinking about you.
The truth is you haunt my dreams.
And the truth haunts everybody.
It keeps them awake at night dreading what theyll see if they close their eyes, and cowering from
what they see when they keep them open.
The truth is you
The emptiness falls out of her hands
and all she can do is grab at the air around her
Hoping for it back.
"Ti Amo" e il veleno alle sue labbra.
We all seek the blank familiar smell of castaway memories.
A smile spreads across her face.
I wonder if bright shining eyes are hidden behind her wrinkles,
Or dull grimacing ones.
Dove lei e, la musica e sorda alle sue orecchia.
Her cries are all heard
But no one wants to bother with
The seemingly pointless task of talking some sense into her.
Queste sono solo gli ostacoli nel viaggio alle fine.
Too numb even to write; Atonal.
Monotony so sunken in she knows no other.
Useless nothingness. I care about nothing and Nothing cares about me.
At least its mutual.
Find yourself an everlasting image and divide a hole in two.
At the end of the day, theres a crack in your heart, and she put it there.
Staple your lips shut. As long as only whimpers come out its tight enough.
Dont say a word or Ill fucking shoot you. Ill shoot you and your body too.
Red cross brings out the blackest blood of all of us.
Donate your soul to save your sins. Donate your sins to save your soul.
Its all the same in the end.
I promise, I wont be waiting.
Wanton hunger and
The pain from within is penetrating through.
Your soul full of sin is threatening to erupt.
It is easy to hide pain with joy,
It is easy to hide pain with laughter,
Forever will you strive toward being able to hide fear
With illusions.
Long ago you gave up looking for joy inside your torn heart.
Long ago you watched forlorn, as your childhood innocence drifted away.
It was a gradual occurrence; much like daytime turning to nighttime.
Little did you know the pain to come.
Little did you know the misery
In your future.
A speck of hope upon the horizon.
Someone shares your pain?
Someone has felt this pain and reacted in
My tears turn to steam as I let the heat settle into my skin.
I wonder if my face will melt off slowly,
Or if I will be sporting ruby red burns- Just another dysfunctional part of me.
Get better soon Someone calls from the outer depths of my consciousness
I choke out a response and concentrate on staying alive
Staying inside myself.
My lips are moist Is it from the steam? Or am I drooling again?
I have to hold on to the darkness..
That voice out there, calling me forward, will make me forget.
I wont forget. I refuse to forget. I can feel my skin fall off in chunks.
A pleasant separating of myself
Futuristic memoirs
Frozen dreams
Translucent masks
Un-plotted schemes.
A little girl left at church
A teenage boy armed and ready
A pregnant woman dreading responsibility
Without a man to hold her steady.
A jogger freezing from the cold
A cutters wrist aching to the bone
An optimist with a half empty glass
A lost boy wandering alone.
A picture perfect moment
A rabbits empty hole
Memories for the future
Images of a lost soul.
The Hand in Black snatches back its offering and leaves the Child empty and without suffering.
Yet the Child cries for love, and the Mother is too busy feeding the Homeless.
If God is always present, is that Him I hear speaking?
If God is always loving, is that He who cradles those on death row in their final moments?
Lost souls seeking guidance instead find pity; Pity gives no hope.
And the recently dubbed Woman soaks in those around her, noticing the difference between
Their full loving hearts and Her own vapid one.
The Man with no legs speaks of flying and dodging and shooting,
The Child dreams of dying someday
Daddy wants the rock
Daddy hasnt had it in a year
Daddy doesnt sleep
And all he ever drinks is beer
Daddy doesnt know what to do with himself
Daddy doesnt want to ask for help.
Daddy knows I know
Daddy didnt want me to find out
Daddy can't be found
Guess hes just too overwhelmed with doubt
Daddy doesnt know what to do with himself
Daddy doesnt want to ask for help.
Why does he never call?
Why does he choose it over me?
Why cant I help him?
Im locked behind a door without a key.
Daddy has no job
Daddy had to sell his car for cash
Daddy has no home
He's livin
Mr. Sends-his-Condolences by yournoone, literature
Literature
Mr. Sends-his-Condolences
Tie my arms in chains so I can recognize your pain.
Breathe deep breaths of poison to prove that youre your own person.
Go ahead, rip off my limbs
Hold me and bid me farewell.
Close your ears pretend not to hear the collision..
Mr. Sends-his-condolences gave you a vision..
See me, see you, see the emptiness
With you Im still incomplete.. Theres a gaping hole.
I can feel the pain eating away at me
Kiss it all away and leave.
Sometimes I see traces of the ignorance abounding
Myself bowing down with secret thoughts.
Nowhere near the burden of the world on my shoulders
And Im still sagging from the lac
Live on, My Love, in Beauty by yournoone, literature
Literature
Live on, My Love, in Beauty
Closing in on me
Edging closer with a feeling of unwanted dread.
Why cant I just get rid of my constant, always present pain?
Do not come near me for I will poison you, eat out your insides, spit on your soul.
I want to open your heart and mind,
See all of the gruesome details;
Give you my own heart and mind so I can know you better,
Hate you better.
I am a demon.
Soul gone, emotions askew, mind awry.
I mix my blood with that of the most feared creatures.
Fear me not, for I am truly helpless.
I ask nothing of you, only of myself.
Yet in asking of myself, I ask of everyone.
Always my fault.
Always my label.
Am
Once upon a time, I felt as if the normality of this place was choking me.
As though it was slowly suffocating me, reaching deep within my lungs and sucking out any passion or desire.
I felt abnormally average.
Now, all I want is to rip the clock off the wall and force its hands backwards while screaming bloody murder.
I'm sick of all of this that's pent up inside of me.
I wish I could feel as mundane as I used to.
But I can't ever go back to that fading shade of grey I once was.
Now I'm vibrant, flashing red and white and wasting away into somethingness.
Now, I feel fluorescently unique.
I'm pretty sure that the technical term is "c
What It All Comes Down To by only-edna, literature
Literature
What It All Comes Down To
I can unveil it in pretty words
Beautiful and romantic.
Such a tragic figure
Fasting in the search for a divine perfection
One she will never attain, as her lofty goal
Will inevitably lead to her parting from this world
If she realises not the folly
Of praying to featherweight Goddesses
Or I can put it to you brutally
Harsh and unforgiving.
Such a stupid girl
Starving herself to death
Killing herself slowly, refusing to eat
Wasting gradually to a sickly skeleton
Wanting to be so disgustingly tiny she cant be seen
Or hugged without reducing people to tears
Or state the facts scientifically
Categorical and cle
Full to bursting on a diet of nothing
She fills herself on pure things, like
Water and air
Feeling the glorious effects of perfection
Jutting out against her skin, reaching for
The world beyond
Euphoria streams from all that she lacks
Dizziness replacing disgust, as she
Smiles secretly
Aware that as she stares transfixed at the mirror
Her own form grows steadily, watching
A starving vanity
Tonight Ill lie awake
Ill stare blankly at the same patch of wall
For five minutes or three hours - I wont know
Unless by some chance I happen to notice the time
And if you were to ask what was on the wall
Or what part or texture or colour
I will have to rely on a lifetime of previous memories
For if you were to ask what it was I was thinking
Lying staring at the wall
I would say I thought of nothing at all
That both my mind and body were numb and empty
And that I thought of everything and far too much
All at once
So that the pain of the thoughts pressing against my temples
Was more than I could b
Cradling you,
Limp in my arms,
Bones, and yellow skin,
Poking in to me,
I beg of you,
Eat.
The sight of food,
You vomit up blood,
All over me.
I do not care,
I will not leave.
Your hairs falling out,
Stringy and weak,
I hold it in my fingers,
Shaking,
Crying with you.
I wont let you die,
You can do this no more,
I look in those eyes,
So gray, loss of life,
You bruise so easily,
As i carry you to bathe,
Its like carrying a dead baby,
And laying it in its grave,
But you are not yet dead,
Food you shall eat,
Once so beautiful,
Weight will not be your defeat.
Anorexia may own you,
Your mind your heart your soul,
But
You've been still for a while;
You just haven't moved.
Been watching you for days;
You're not how I remember you.
So while I write myself a message
In a bottle, on a beach
And send the letter through the sea,
Hoping it will reach
My doorstep,
I'll watch you sleep.
My world wouldn't be the same
If you hadn't taken me by the hand,
And as I write this dreadful note,
My throat feels rough as sand
For there's no word to describe
Why I'm walking out on you,
Our memories, our happiness,
And all this dreadful solitude.
It gets too much;
It's mounting up;
It's caving in
On us.
So while I write myself a message
In a bottle, on a
Kristin, good to hear from you! Thought of you often...and glad to see you here...hell woman, you've got a shit ton of poetry! Damn good poetry at that! I personally identify with a whole lot of it, and it takes me back to a pretty painful yet, somehow beautiful place, that for a time I longed for....becuae I wanted to write again...(I haven't been able to since) anyway...I"ll be traveling around to Chicago here in a couple weeks...just broke up with my asshole boyfriend of five+ years...hallefuckinglujah.....free at last!
M'dear, take care, and be well, love- Alia who misses you