This is the home of my madness. Where pen , meets paper. Call me mentally insane , i think I am just fabulous.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
How would you know
She sits there loudly proclaiming her gospel to the birds
She lives in the park and no one understands her
Through drunken slurs
Her hair is wild
I swear there is stories there
Stories of how she got here
People pass and they laugh
She is hurting
Shoes held together with rubberbands
She runs after the birds
Hair flying madly
As she goes
And she could give a fuck about the world
It turned there back on her
Called her that stupid crazy homeless bitch
Yet they dont know her stories
I see them written in her wrinkled skin
She sips out of a paper bag
Write before she crouches in the bushes
Not because she has lost her dignity
She never had anyone
See she carries these secrets between her legs
The places she knew daddy shouldn't have touched
The reason she is unable to speak or hold a job
The reason she would rather speak to birds then
Deal with the laughing
They arrest her
One cop comments on her smell
The other just comments on her free ticket to a warm bed and 3 hot meals
She speaks in a foreign tongue
Screaming and wailing as she heads down town
Wanting to be someone
Wanting to be misunderstood
Wanting to be human
But she is dead inside
As dead as the birds who have aged and never flew away to safety
Lost and drowning
I pray for her escape..
silent batt;es
She sits there , feeling like the world doesn't understand her
Her body and mind are at war
And she is the one that suffers
The depression left her with no appetite
A razor blade in her hand
The Bible she used to sleep with has fallen under the bed
The clock ticks slowly
And as she picks up the razor blade
Her heart thumps against her chest
The rapid movement burns
Leaving her with anxiety
She hyperventilates
Looking for breathing to go back to normal
The voices in her head
Her only companion left says
Just do it already
She is ridden with guilt
As she rips at her skin
Praying and wailing
Hoping to God Jesus will still take her
As she falls to the floor convulsing
Wishing the room would just stop that
Someone anyone could stop this
The blood drips much faster
She has gone for experimenting
To a full addict
One scars turned into 20
20 turned into 50
75 turned into completely out of control
Now she is begging for help but her lips wont move
Her lips are sewed shut
She can't speak
But her scars are silent stories
The unwritten blues song
The silent screams in the night
Knowing she has gone to far
Yet like quicksand she is sinking
And cannot find her way out
The clock ticks
She is running out of time
Her wings have fallen off
And she no longer wishes to fight
Yet something keeps her here
And she doesn't realize it is herself
Carrying her lifeless corpse to the next chapter
And she can't even see the next page
Cause someone cut the lights to her soul
Friday, August 5, 2011
she left me
She left me
Just like that
No goodbye
Just walked out of my life
And I never felt so alone
As when I boarded that plane
And headed home
Although I had your extra baggage
Weighing me down
You left me with a pocketful of regrets
Things i never said
Like
I really wish you where here
So I could yell at you
Before you died
Before I had a chance to forgive you
Or show you me all grown up
With scars on my fragile heart
That you placed
You left me
Without a good bye
No hand held in the icu
No sad parting words
You left me to hold onto these grudges
Trying to move forward
Morning comes and your still dead
And I am left with things I should have said
And the guilt cuts into me
I never stood up to you
When i was dodging your fist
When I had my hair wrapped around your fingers
Could you please just tug a little gentler
Could you stop hurting me
You passed on four years ago
Take your hands away from my throat
And let me just breath
Please
You left me
I am still here
Needing peace
Sick of waking up in cold sweats
Just to find your presence isn't gone yet
You haunt me
Even though you left
And your not gone
You live in every single one of my regrets...........
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
ayuda me
Save me
Before I hit the ground
Before I give you my heart
Stupid me
Put it together
Save me
Before I trip and fall
Let you rip the scars on the wall
And tear down these walls
Save me
Save me from talking to myself
From sleeping alone
Hugging the pillow alone
Cursing it cause it doesn't even smell like you
Save me for crying floods
And save me from getting attached to the warmth of your body
The sting your lips place on my soul
As they brush mine
Save me
Numb me
Leave me with my walls colliding around me
Be my earthquake , my turmoil
My ten step program
My addiction
Take the knife and rip my heart out
So I don't have to deal with the anticipation
Freezer burn from your cold shoulder
Leave me with the ghosts of memories
That haunt me with dripping desires
Till I blink back tears of aloneness
Wishing you where here .....
Silent battles
She sits there , feeling like the world doesn't understand her
Her body and mind are at war
And she is the one that suffers
The depression left her with no appetite
A razor blade in her hand
The Bible she used to sleep with has fallen under the bed
The clock ticks slowly
And as she picks up the razor blade
Her heart thumps against her chest
The rapid movement burns
Leaving her with anxiety
She hyperventilates
Looking for breathing to go back to normal
The voices in her head
Her only companion left says
Just do it already
She is ridden with guilt
As she rips at her skin
Praying and wailing
Hoping to God Jesus will still take her
As she falls to the floor convulsing
Wishing the room would just stop that
Someone anyone could stop this
The blood drips much faster
She has gone for experimenting
To a full addict
One scars turned into 20
20 turned into 50
75 turned into completely out of control
Now she is begging for help but her lips wont move
Her lips are sewed shut
She can't speak
But her scars are silent stories
The unwritten blues song
The silent screams in the night
Knowing she has gone to far
Yet like quicksand she is sinking
And cannot find her way out
The clock ticks
She is running out of time
Her wings have fallen off
And she know longer wishes to fight
Yet something keeps her hear
And she doesnt realize it is herself
Carrying her lifeless corpse to the next chapter
She can't even see the next page
Cause someone cut the lights to her soul
Her body and mind are at war
And she is the one that suffers
The depression left her with no appetite
A razor blade in her hand
The Bible she used to sleep with has fallen under the bed
The clock ticks slowly
And as she picks up the razor blade
Her heart thumps against her chest
The rapid movement burns
Leaving her with anxiety
She hyperventilates
Looking for breathing to go back to normal
The voices in her head
Her only companion left says
Just do it already
She is ridden with guilt
As she rips at her skin
Praying and wailing
Hoping to God Jesus will still take her
As she falls to the floor convulsing
Wishing the room would just stop that
Someone anyone could stop this
The blood drips much faster
She has gone for experimenting
To a full addict
One scars turned into 20
20 turned into 50
75 turned into completely out of control
Now she is begging for help but her lips wont move
Her lips are sewed shut
She can't speak
But her scars are silent stories
The unwritten blues song
The silent screams in the night
Knowing she has gone to far
Yet like quicksand she is sinking
And cannot find her way out
The clock ticks
She is running out of time
Her wings have fallen off
And she know longer wishes to fight
Yet something keeps her hear
And she doesnt realize it is herself
Carrying her lifeless corpse to the next chapter
She can't even see the next page
Cause someone cut the lights to her soul
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
smile
I tried to reach you
Tried to feel you
But my fingertips
Just brushed the air
I tried to reach for you
Yet you where not there
And i didn't leave a message
Cause beds don't have answering machines
Saying get back to me
I need you to vacate the other part
Yet not enough to admit
I need you
I need your aroma to flood my senses
Till I am breathing in you
I need you
Your arms
Your arms
Are missed
Miles apart
Yet you hold my body hostage
Memories flash through my head
Yet I cannot reenact these scenes alone
I wake up
Anticipating your arms yet
They are not there
I am left alone
Knowing you are there
On the other side
Of wanting too
Wanting me
My heart falls to the ground
You pick it up
Put it back in its place
It's not time to give you that to you yet
You lift my head up
Place kisses on my forehead
You look into my eyes as if your lost in a trance
You remind me to smile
You remind me that some one likes these broken parts
I no longer wish
Cause I know one day i will be right where I am supposed to be
Till then I will bask in the rays of your sunshine
Letting it warm me as I walk away
Surviving another rainstorm ............
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