I’ve always enjoyed writing, and I have a particular interest in poetry. There is something so beautiful about being able to bring out so much emotion and thought in such few words that intrigues me. I feel the most creative when I write poetry; I feel as if I get to take a step outside of my life and am able to express a creative side that is normally suppressed by daily life and stress.
Welcome to the dark.
She watches one of the last orange leaves float down onto the pavement,
And listens to the loud crunch when a child’s boot crushes it with ease.
Autumn is ending, and she knows that the trees will die and soon be covered in snow.
The air will be chilled and quiet, except for the occasional noise from sharp winds and cracking ice.
She’s never felt so in tune with the world, than in this approaching season.
She lets the bitter, cold winter consume her.
It’s almost as though she feels her organs calcify inside of her body, and the blood freezing in her veins.
She lies motionless all day; any movement is hard on her icy bones.
All she can feel is the stinging emptiness inside of her.
Even though her surroundings are warm, she is frozen in her silent hell.
Lying still, her frosted flesh glistening in the sunshine.
The sun beaming onto her skin, making tears drip from every inch of her body.
She feels the heat melting away the frost, warming her on the surface.
She can feel the blood start to run beneath her skin, and feels the soft beating in her chest.
She wants to let the warm, welcoming spring consume her.
She wants to watch the plants come back to life, and admire the new, blooming flowers.
She wants to listen to the birds chirping, and the wind blowing softly against the leaves.
It is bright outside, and the pale blue sky is holding the fluffiest of clouds.
But even with the sun shining, she still remains in the dark.
All of the warmth can’t melt the ice around her heart.
Inside, a sense of numbness lingers.
She aches to feel complete and whole, but she can’t escape that hollow feeling within.
So she embraces the idea that she is stuck in the darkness.
She becomes one with that frigid feeling in her soul.
And she lets it consume her.
You pick me up above your head, just to put me back down and kick me while I’m there
You ask my how my day is every day, just to slur “shut the fuck up” from across the room every night
You tell me that I am smart and you’re proud of me, just to call me a “dumbass bitch” later on
You tell me that you love my glasses, just to turn around slap them off my face
You say to be honest and true, yet I see you hiding pills that have someone else’s name on the bottle
You ask how I am doing, just to tell me that I am not doing well enough
You curse me out and insult me, just to drown yourself in liquor and pretend it didn’t happen
All I want is out. I know I don’t deserve this, and you do too, which is why you drink every night
You drink to “forget” how you’ve threatened to put me in the hospital
You drink to “forget” lighting up a cigarette in the apartment and blowing it all over my clothes
You drink to “forget” that you told me to slit my wrists
You drink to “forget” the fact that YOU are the problem
But, I am aware of your faults
I remember the hurtful words you’ve screamed in my face
I remember you putting me in a headlock and breaking my necklace
I remember the police coming to the door every weekend because you were trashed and out of control
I remember that YOU were the problem
Once I found my way out, you told me I’d coming crying back
You told me that I would beg to come back and that you wouldn’t let me back in
I knew at that moment that whatever happened, I would NOT come back
And I have to live with these memories, while you continue to live in denial
However I will not scream insults at you, because it is not worth my time
I will not ask how you are doing, because I do not care anymore
This is your fault.
I just want to talk to you like I used to; before her. I want to go back to when I was young, and I was the only one. I didn’t have to share your attention, it was all mine. I was the apple of your eye; but I wasn’t enough. You left me for your new daughter, and I can’t do anything about that. Only you can; but you
At least you think you can’t. After almost 13 years with her, why would you give her up? You’ve grown so close; an inseparable bond. It’s a love so strong that no one can break it, but you couldn’t have it with your real daughter. I was the one who was there from the beginning. I grew inside of you for nine months, and I left those marks on your stomach. I showed you what love really was. I deserve to have real conversations with my mother, without her present. She ruined this family. Why did you let her?! Do you realize what she has done?
We don’t talk anymore.
Dad doesn’t want me here, because of her.
She is such an instigator. Whenever she is around, there’s always an argument.
She brings out the worst in everyone.
This is your fault. You brought her here; both of you. And now you can’t get rid of her. With her here, there will not be happiness. You are going to lose me because of her. Fuck her. I wish you never stepped foot in that aisle. Never grabbed her off that shelf. Never took that sip; that shot, that swig. Never let her get you in her grasp; her tight, un-releasing grip. But she did, and you let her. She won.
She’s terrified of falling
too hard, too fast
that might not last
Her innocence restrains her
She’s swallowed by fear
and down her cheek streams
one single, warm tear
She never learned how to love
Every guy did her wrong
But she’s scared that she may push away
the one who could help her along
He could be the one
He is one of a kind
But there is a fear that still lingers
in the back of her mind
Embrace me in your arms
Stare deep into my eyes
Flash me your perfect smile
that sends me butterflies
Grasp my hand in the rain
Let our fingers intertwine
Hold me tight in the frigid air
Promise me that you’ll stay mine
Always flawless when we’re as one
Every moment we’re together
Being with you is all I can ask for
This love we share will last forever
Everything you do makes me smile
Your kind compliments make me blush
We proved that dreams can become reality
Being with you is an endless rush
Nothing is okay when you’re not around
It feels like everything starts crumbling to the ground
The tears start falling; the terrible thoughts come rushing back
Its hard to keep it in… I’m beginning to crack
But then you call, and that helpless feeling goes away
Everything is better… I just hope that you stay
Because I don’t know how I could live alone
if I’m like this after only one day of you being gone
I’m scared of myself; I’m scared of what I’ll do
if someday I’m not with you.
All the stress, and the lies
The images that burn my eyes
Yell, scream, hit the wall
Try to fly, but always fall
Grab the blade, hide the scars
Stare into space at the stars
Wishing to be anywhere but here
All of these feelings make it clear
No time left, grab the rope
Tie a knot around your throat
Pull it tight, a few more seconds
It’ll be alright, its time to end this
Now it’s over, the demons have won
Your precious life is now done
Drip drop, across my skin
On the blade, cut deep in
Embrace the pain, look above
Die cry hate, not live laugh love
Where do I go?
What do I say>?
Why the fuck do I feel this way?
The pain feels great when I’m mad
But seeing the scars makes me sad
What’s wrong with me?
Am I depressed?
Too bad I died before I could write the rest.
He makes his way through the school
Never understanding why they gave him strange stares
Maybe it was because he did his work and followed the rules
Or maybe it was because of what he wears
People would judge the way he walked and spoke
They mimicked his actions and every word he said
They all laughed and acted as if he was a joke
and they told him “No one would care if you were dead.”
He sat alone and let the painful words sink in
The judgement and torment, he couldn’t handle it all
When he walked over that ledge, he was the happiest he had ever been
He felt free as he allowed himself to fall
Now he doesn’t have to deal with the cruelty and hate
All of the students say “he was beautiful,” but they said it too late.
I could still feel you flowing through my veins
Even with you inside, I still felt hollow
I pushed the blade that allowed you to escape from me,
but I couldn’t help but follow
I have just awoken. I lie perfectly still as your gently glide your fingertips across my arm, making your presence known.
I remain isolated in my room. I’m under my covers, and I don’t feel quite right. You kiss my cheek, letting me know you’re still there.
The tears won’t stop falling. I have a million thoughts racing through my brain. I want it all to stop. You wrap yourself tightly around me, making sure I know that you’re never going to leave.
(living with anxiety.)
He looked at her with admiration beaming through his bright, brown eyes.
“You are I… we are inevitable.”
She looked up at him with a slight smile and whispered:
“So is death.”