DARK FOREST
I was pulled blindly into the dark forest by… Her.
No light filtered through the canopy,
All that lighted my way was the will to lay with her.
No Sound could be heard.
As I walked barefoot under the dark tresses of the trees,
My feet caressed the velvet flesh of the forest ground.
I loved her and they all laughed,
She breathed,
No one believed me.
They could not hear her voice,
The voice that called me to the darkness,
The voice that sang to me.
Although she did not speak words.
My heart held fast to her melodies.
They could not see her beauty.
They did not Understand,
They would never understand,
They could never love her as I did.
She had many Children,
Although none were mine,
I loved them as if they were.
I sat under her heart,
The Arteries that pumped life-blood into her,
Into her children,
Now pulsed through me as I lay just beneath her bosom.
I asked nothing of her but to take me,
To love me as I have loved her.
They said I was Demented,
Deranged,
They said it could never be.
She was the Darkness and Humans…
We belonged in the light.
Why did they fear her?
Why... do I fear her?
Were her dark coils so foreboding as they say,
Or far gentler than we can comprehend.
Sunset
My life was like the Day,
It all started a bright light.
The greatest of times,
But I was never a morning person.
I used to embrace the Afternoon,
When the sun was at it's highest peak,
When Everything was okay.
Then It started to set,
Gone too soon,
And I wish I would've embraced the morning.
It was a cycle I couldn't stand,
So I let my least breath set with the sun,
Little did I know I would miss the embrace of the moon,
And the light of tomorrow.
NIGHTMARES
Shadows, ink dripping from the walls,
Falling forever until I withered away.
Everyone around me,
A blur of color bright and dull.
I used to embrace the world,
But now it was just darkness,
Waiting to swallow me only to corrupt my dreams,
To a point to which it killed me.
Letting the world know I was dying,
Projecting my screams and my cries through speakers,
Only to be joined by the garish laughter of my assailant and its followers.
All eyes looking my way,
Boring holes into me,
Trying to search for my secrets, dreams, and fears.
I simply looked away and buried my head in my arms,
As I received judgmental, sinister, and disapproving stares.
I tried to hide from them,
But the whispers between them were more like the loud scratches against sandpaper,
hissing the words:
“Weird,” “Retard,” “Bitch,” “Stupid,”
All starting with,
“I bet she’s…”
“Is she…”
“I know she’s…”
I don’t mind disappearing,
No one cared for me anyway,
I welcomed death as a friend,
A hero,
Something to take me away from the pain.
My chest had started to hurt from the lack of air,
But it dulled everything else.
I breathed outward watching it rise above my head.
As my eyelids fell for once in a long time I actually felt happy.
People once told me that before you die all your memories pass before your eyes,
They were right.
It passed slowly across my eyes as if I was feeling it unfold once again,
And all of it disappeared in a swirl,
I forgot everything,
My pain, My happiness, My sorrow,
All of it lost into oblivion.
And that‘s all I wanted,
To forget…
Secrets
I have secrets to share
Never to be kept for they itch
I fear to scratch in fear of releasing something so precious as a secret
But like oil they always make their way to the top of pot ever present until it is burned away
It will costume and seep out of the skin
An itch.
There is no shame in secrets
Just an itch.
Human
Human...
Such a nasty word
Not many will go around saying I’m human
They claim to be a person
We are no longer beings who are not machine, God, or animal
These days we claim to be far more than just human.
Human...
A word to be looked down upon and spat out with malice
Why aren’t we human anymore?
Where is the compassion and benevolence within its definition
What is proper?
What is human?
As we scramble to stand out from the rest we struggle to realize we are branching out
Only to be pulled back in as something less than human
Less than beast
Something less...
They're Killing Me
They’re killing me
Eyes boring in to my soul setting my hope aflame
They’re killing me
They’re cold stares smothering the once burning passion in my heart
They’re killing me
So much pressure my bones creak and my ribs shatter
They’re killing me
No light, but the cold glitter of metal
Soulless
Cold
Uncaring
Metal walls
They’re killing me
Money
Money such a poisonous parchment
A toxic paper
Money
The foundation of a nation and the source of death
Famine
Poverty
Pain
Why is paper and coins so important to the point we have to kill each other for it.
To rob others from there lives
Their homes
Their Dignity