You walked out the door last night,

and left me all alone,

I laid across my bed and wept,

of dreams of you as I slept.

Whatever happened to the days we shared;

when we laughed, loved, and cared,

you turned your back on me,

now I don’t know who I want to be.

You’re not here anymore to hold my hand

and tell me things are all right.

You’re not here anymore to wrap your arms around me,

and hold me through the night.

My life is dark and filled with misery,

each room I walk into reminds me,

of another part of you;

it’s hard to believe we’re through.

When you held me, I felt like a queen,

you were my king, at least so it seemed,

you were my diamond that fell from the sky,

now I’m alone in my tears, asking myself why …

You’re not here anymore to hold my hand,

and tell me things are all right.

You’re not here anymore to wrap your arms around me,

and hold me through the night.

You’re not here anymore,

You’re not here anymore,

No, you’re not here … anymore.

***************

This gives you an idea what it sounds like.

Little rough around the edges,

but with no actual music,

it's the best I can do.

***************

https://voicespice.com/Player.aspx?c=p&h=F2ED0CEA&j=1BBB8A

V1

She itches

Itches like the salt and the sea and my conscience

Way up northern bound musicians

And the snails she’s stepped on

Convinced herself were loved

CHORUS

Rim ta tim

Oh---

Oh--

Oh Oh (x2 full stanza)

V2

She burns

Oh, she burns just like a plane that detracts from the skyline

Floats down New York in a bottle

Calls herself a hot mess and wonders

But you know she dreams a lot

CHORUS

Bridge

And if they told you you’d get where they loved you, they lied

If they told you you’d get where you loved them, they lied

They lied, oh oh oh

And if they said that you wished in a bottle and maybe it’d come true

Throw it in the Saint Laurent and let the buzzards feed on breakage

And distrust

Then this time, maybe it’s on you.

V3

Oh, she loves

Loves like sleeping on the ocean

Watch the ruination fall on the beach

Maybe next season she can keep her time

A man who can’t love may be the worst form of exhaustion

But you know she dreams a lot

CHORUS

dark green skins against immaculate white countertops

sunlight reflected on shiny metal, sharpness slit open

the tightness of death held the dried-up frog together,

without leaving a stain of blood even as the vessels broke.

how i wish you would cut me open, unravelling my body

piece by piece, until you find the core of my dying heart,

your name engraved with scalpels on my soul. and yet

the frog lies wide open, in my head your shadow echoed,

as i held its heart in my hands, the pumping beneath

latex gloves, i think i saw the world through your eyes.

- deathetix

shooting through the sky

the stars are not enough . they are too much

your whole existence put in a bottle that is your body

your vessel

it rips you apart

it makes you whole

it chills you to the bone

it blazes deep until you are scorched and breathing in ash

there are flowers under your damaged roots

you are ruined but you are love ( whisper it )

you are love

gentle the ice that came from your galaxies

tender flames that leave holes

passion consuming your heart

you screamed out that name

and it sank in your foundation

you growled until they destroyed you . but did they, my love?

did they really?

no, they just left ragged spaces on your soul

but the moon in your veins

made you whole

the heat of the sun covering you in gold

home is close

even as the sky is empty . the stars burning

in your fractured wishes of the dawn

filled with flashing lights

you will never be lost

never truly lost

stolen kisses

shiny veneers

splinted mirrors

silver tears

overturned tables

wasted years

tearless sighs

angry sneers

perpetual scars

haunting fears

Of course, this has to be unique to

AlisonAudrey

so this will be about

insanity

If I could be a color, I would be burnt orange

and nothing rhymes with orange

so I will awkwardly

turn to my next stanza

As a writer, I see myself as someone

who sips on bourbon, lit inside, turnt up

a testament to the messed up

doing a metaphorical hair flip, pressing “publish”

While in the meantime

I see the world in bleak opaque demeanor,

never the same person

always talking up her achievements

Once I wrote a poem about comets

and expected it to get recognition

I did the same with schizophrenia

and wanted my pain to be cognizant

In reality, I am someone

who never plays the spade

but sits unaware,

in a daydream

I am a writer

who needs space to procreate

words, vocabulary

my contributions to Prose secondary

to my main talent,

which is sipping on red wine

unable to

see to the truth beyond hope, a timely demise

My bag is packed

I’m ready to go

I’m standing here

By the door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breaking

It’s early morn

The bus is waiting

It’s blowing it’s horn

Already I’m so bored that I could cry

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you’ll bake for me

Hold me like you’ll never let me go

Cause I’m leaving to go to high school

Don’t know if I’ll be back again

Oh Mom

I hate to go!

It’s been so long since I’ve been there

I feel excited

But I’m scared

I really wish that I could just stay home

But I’ll wear a mask

I’ll wash my hands

Six feet apart

Is where I’ll stand

I hope through all of this that I will grow

So don’t kiss me

But smile for me

Tell me that you’ll cook for me

You can’t hold me

But never let me go

Cause I’m leaving to go to high school

Don’t know if I’ll be back again

Oh Mom

I don’t want to go!

High school’s just one big charade

An awkward, insecure parade

Everybody finding their own way

Friends will come

And friends will go

Yet no one wants to be alone

So when I’m faced with another lonely day

Kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you’ll pray for me

Hold me and

Never let me go

Cause I’m leaving to go to high school

Don't know if I’ll be back again

Oh Mom

I hate to go!

What do you see when

you stand before the

mirror?

Do you see God’s image?

OR

Do you see the flaws and

errors?

Do you see the god/goddess

created in God’s image?

OR

Do you see who the world

wants you to be?

Much much less

Do you take for granted

the gift God gave?

The Gift of Life

Are you being man’s

slave,

doing as he says,

living in strife?

You are not created to

be a slave!

You are created to be...

God’s LOVE

to know the LIGHT.

Stand strong, be brave

YOU are THE

“Orginal Piece of Art”

Do You not see

YOUR own Beauty?

Do You not know

who you are?

YOU are perfect

YOU are worthy

OPEN your heart

and remember

begin your Journey

Show the world

YOU are God’s

Masterpiece

an “Orginal work of Art”

Athena

#poetry #selflove

You're told that everyone is different

it's okay to be different

but if everyone is different

wouldn't that mean

that everyone is the same?

you not so different

you're more than that

like some sort of

uncommon difference

there's different

and then

there's you.

You are

the uncommon difference

stop hurting yourself

it's gonna be okay

But is it really?

You're all alone

Will you benefit from this?

is it like a class

a lesson to be learned

maybe

but you don't know

you can't see your future

is this going to end happily

or just end

just like that

you're dead

no one knows

because

you're not different

you're

The Uncommon Difference