I love myself I love myself I love myself
the dark circles
that traced along freckled skin
hiding underneath my eyes
imitating lurking shadows
were never caused by lack of sleep
but hatred
I walked along a tightrope
every time you opened your lips
unwoven threads
dug into my skin
callouses piling up like blankets
I used my arms as barricades
because they were the only armor that I ever knew
because you never told me that I'm beautiful
because you never taught me
how to love myself
and even now
even after you've
used up all of your tears
to cultivate a garden
along my scars
a bundle of insecurity
is still etched into my eyes
every time I look at
myself in the mirror
a bundle of insecurity
is still carved onto my skin
a reminder of my demons
a bundle of insecurity
is still resting at the
pit of my stomach
ready to bloom
Shhhh while I paint you a smile
He hides his intentions
Wearing his face like a mask
He forces a smile and fakes a laugh
Turning his tears into watercolor he paints
To cover up the truth of the things that he hates
His secrets stored in the depths of his mind
Are corrosive and leave him feeling empty inside
Until they build up so deep
The mask cracks
And he is finally freed
Worn Out
If I could ever trace
The worn out contour
Of life and love, I will
Be able to say that there
Is never a new beginning
But another gear to this
Giant clock
If I could ever trace the
Worn out contour of a
Woman's shape, I will be
Able to decipher what every
Poem tried to explain
If I could ever trace the
Worn out contour of my
Own shape, I will be able
To dismantle a pack of
Spiders, thunder, rain, wind,
And ink only
If I could ever trace the
Worn out contour of my
Humble lines, there will be
Ink, blood, and love only
But if I could ever trace
The worn out contour of
Our lives themselves, I will
Be able to see that maybe,
Just maybe, they are not
Worn out at all.
DA 2014
Picture Perfect
Picture perfect family,
Hiding all the lies.
Picture perfect memories,
A band aid for the truth.
The image of a loving grandmother,
Who's important to you today?
Shadowed in a cousin's perfection.
Hidden by biased love.
The reflection of a joyful father,
My god how much you've changed.
Daddy's little girl is what people used to see,
a stranger in her eyes is now all you'll ever be.
A photo of a model family,
what people would crave to be.
But the photo is a lie,
why can't people see?
A family filled with mind games, judgement and pain,
Always being told to be strong but wait,
you're wrong unless your opinions are controlled.
What kind of people punish you for having a brain?
People supposed to love you but i guess that we can negotiate.
You're opinions are always wrong, your silence is gold.
Twenty years it took to see there wold never be a gain,
Twenty years of misery and twenty years of hate.
Twenty years to understand i'd never fit in your mould.
Sometimes you have to live life in the rain,
Your support is no longer craved when there are stories to create
and a better life without you is what is foretold.
how can I be stronger if all of my energy is gone?
what doesn't kill me
piles up on my
shoulders
pound by pound
beating down onto my
skin
the weight of all
the horrors I've witnessed
erodes away at my
back
turning my
skin
into dust and dirt
flakes of emotions
brushing away
with each gust of wind
what doesn't kill me
turns my
spine and bones
into wood
an infestation
of termites
crawling throughout
the crevices of my
ribcage
assisting in the
deterioration
of my
hope
While writing a book and posting online..
1. WRITERS BLOCK!
2. Hateful People
3. Anxiety & Doubt
4. Editing
5. Do i want this to happen now... or later?
6. Killing a character off.
7. Sticking with any kind of plan.
8. This is going to be a short story! Never happens
9. Fear of judgement
10. Over analyzing if your books is going where you want it to go or if you should change pretty much everything about it, or a part, of this character, should they say it that way? All that fun stuff.
I'm adding this, after posting, because i feel it applies to this whole thing.
11. Forgetting something important you wanted to put in your book.