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The Boy That CrouchesWhat do you say to the boy that crouches on a cliff?
What does the boy see as the moonlight lights his face?
Maybe one should ask him such questions to lift his eyes
away from the trees below, to salavge his mind from dark places.
The wind blows gently, and the trees begin to whisper enticing
secrets to each other, not to be heard by the world.
Yet, a boy, crouched can hear the soft sounds of their syllables
and has the knowledge of ancient giants in his mind.
What does the boy know about the world we leave in?
What do you say to the boy to have him share his knowledge?
Maybe one should beg him to confide his plans with other men
to pull him back to loved ones and cage him in a fake morality.
The boy stands up, head held high towards God's sleeping eye.
His beastly howl could be heard through the air, passed through
the trees to gossip, to spread his power to all creation.
Wind cannot run, animal not, nor matter vanish from the bellow of
the boy that crouches on a cliff.
PushingYou're pushing it.
Pushing it way to far.
You're making me boil like hot tar.
Soon I'm going to break your jaw
And I won't give a shit for the law.
You're pushing it.
I let you bum and bum
And you ignore me in my glum.
You take and take, leaving a mess in the wake.
And when you try to stop, it will be too late.
You're pushing it.
I want to be left alone,
But you know I need you.
You abuse my home's sweet cologne
And your ass kicking is long overdue.
You're pushing me.
Pushing me off a cliff
That I've been dangling over.
All of this over a simple tiff.
With this edge of a knife, its all over.
Saturday MorningFriday night has blended into Saturday morning.
Dawn is approaching and the voices have become boring.
I'm not sure how long this will last
Until all the parties erode away the past.
Then you gently glide behind me,
wrapping your hands around my waist.
I love the way you hug me, this way.
I vaguely wonder what we will do in haste.
I know this feeling is superficial,
But who really cares?
I turn around, looping my fingers through your hair.
Your kiss is shockingly oh so natural.
You would think that time after time
This rush would have grown old.
Let the flavor of whorish lime
In my current state is what I need to fight the cold.
Not a cold of physical disease
But the cold of a stone hard heart.
I fall on my back with the simple ease,
bring down with me, unwilling to part.
The morning surely comes though.
When I wake, as always, the money is gone,
the whiskey gone, and I take a heavy blow.
I realize I have been left all alone.
In the FalloutThis frustration is killing me slowly,
Slowly as a cigarette burns surely.
The bills are piling up
and their is nothing left to drink from my cup.
Looks like its the end.
All things good and evil begin to blend.
Looks like I'm about to go around the bend,
Just give me one more chance to make my amends.
I don't think there was even a point.
Life had to appoint someone to suffer I guess.
I'm just glad I made it this far
Even if I couldn't make the par.
But I can still feel it, the hope,
Somewhere in the fallout, down a treacherous slope.
So I won't just lie in the waste and mope.
I'm going to get back up and find that escape rope.
So fuck you all that placed me here,
And for those of you I hold dear,
You know I love you, far and near.
I will find you, even through my tears.
NeverNever trust a person to get you through.
No matter who it is, they will leave.
Leave all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Never hope for a person to love you.
No matter who it is, they will find fault in you.
Find the fault all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Never pray to a god will no face.
No matter which one it is, they won't help you.
Ignore you all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Just put a trigger to that head.
No matter what gun it is, it will fire.
Fire not quickly enough.
And there will finally be bliss.
Dark's MarkI prefer to stay in the dark.
I feel like I am it's chosen mark.
A mark that will never leave.
A mark ever so willing to believe.
To believe in the light.
To believe in its might.
To believe I will lead.
To believe I will finish the deed.
But for now I choose to wait.
Though I cannot see, I still move
I no longer have the need of sight, I simply feel.
It helps me get the my petty bait.
One day I will summon the nerve to leave,
To break the dark's mark,
And suffer through any bark.
But for now I stay in the dark.
What I've Done to YouYou've killed me inside.
I've might as well have died.
I might have survived the wreck,
but you left me alone to walk this cold trek.
This path wasn't as big a deal
when I was walking it with you.
I never worried about the next meal.
You kept my heart from turning blue.
You would tell me that it wasn't my fault
that I couldn't save you,
and that you knew I tried to get the oncoming truck to halt.
But I will feel like I've given you your due.
I've gone insane.
I can feel it in my bones.
I don't even understand this pain.
I just feel so alone.
Every morning when I wake up
I drink so much, the hurt leaving in hiccups,
the pain fleeing in my vomit,
and I just can't leave this deep, dark pit.
The few times that I'm sober, I visit your grave.
Your heart, your personality, your touch are all I ever crave.
I cry so deeply in front of you it is as if you are still here,
still trying to help make my problems clear.
I loved you so much.
No, I still love you so much.
And your gone, all because of
FireFire is man's greatest tool
to prove ourselfs to be the greatest of fools.
We burn, burn away the pain
but that cheats the world of all what we could gain.
Fire was not meant to destroy
but to teach manhood to little boys.
Boys to learn survival, justice, and love
and not to go around killing little baby doves.
Fire has the purest beauty
that to which everyone can see clearly.
That is, all who choose to see.
These are the ones who smile with simple glee.
Fire can cure the shoul that is cold and lonely
by making his soul burn a little more warmly.
No matter the road a person might walk on
it will make his hardened feel become softer, tenderly.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
Questions and AnswersWhy?
Why won't you take my hand?
Why won't you come with me to our land?
Why won't you love me?
Why won't you with me be?
You say you can't.
How come you can't take my hand?
How come you can't come with to our land?
How come you can't love me?
How come you can't with me be?
You say because you can't see me in that way.
What can I do?
What can I do for you to take my hand?
What can I do for you to come with to our land?
What can I do for you to love me?
What can I do for you to with me be?
You say that your not ready to see me that way.
When will you take my hand?
When will you come with me to our land?
When will you love me?
When will you with me be?
You say never.
Who then will take my hand?
Who then will come with me to our land?
Who then will love me?
Who then with me be?
For once you are silence.
Then I realize...
No one will take my hand.
No one will come with me to our land.
No one will love me.
No one will with me be.
I died inside that day
But I wis
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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