I dont like to talk about it.
This vulnerability,
But I want to pull you close
Enough to press my lips against your ear
And tell you that I love the way your skin smells.
My mother
Scrubs, wipes and vacuums
Slaving over menial intricacies.
Eats, sleeps, and breathes
Like there wont be enough for tomorrow.
Yells, nags, and pesters
To maintain her sanity.
My mother
She wishes.
She is doomed to live
With children that couldnt care less.
Children that evade, then exploit.
Children that only want more
Than what they can have.
She is trapped by
A critic; scored and judged by
The Spouse.
Who yells, throws, and threatens.
He takes and takes and deprives
Resorting only to soft words before
A trip to the casino.
She refuses, only to be persuaded by
His belligerent words.
She does
It wasnt that there werent things that I didnt like about her; I didnt want to focus on those. Above all else, she was the most beautiful person in the world to me. It wasnt that she was the perfect replica of beautiful, but every little thing about herall the fragments that came together so wellmade her beautiful. I still remember her fingernails; they were round, yet pointy at the edges, sitting on top of small, delicate fingers. While my hands were always dry and slightly rough, hers were moist and soft. She always seem to have a hand covering her moutha trait that had always be
Sometimes I can imagine him
Swear that I see him,
Trudging around the house;
Even though weve rearranged all of the furniture
Even though everything has changed.
I walk down the hallway
Past his bedroom.
Out of the corner of my eye
Its him sitting on the bed,
His body deteriorated from
Pride, anger, regret
And age.
He says nothing
I only see him through peripherals.
I dash passed that open door
His dark, drooping face watches me
His dead eyes follow me.
What if hes really there?
I see him every time I walk out of my room.
I see him sitting on his black leather chair,
In the center
If I had a penny, yes a penny, for every time you made me laugh...
How many pennies would you have?
Too many.
Times like these, its hard for me to understand what it is that actually happened. What did actually happen? Where did I run into a fork in the road and take the wrong turn? Where in the story was my misinterpretation?
I ask myself so many times a day why is it I let this happen; or, a question with a real answer, when did I let this happen? How is it that I let myself fall and scrape my knee for this one guy, who I now have realized isnt all that great. And why did it take me so lon
I like to tell myself that I can talk about it,
Although Im sure I really cannot.
Im positive I cannot.
And even if I were willing
No one would want to hear it.
All they want to know is if
I can hide it well enough.
When they ask me if Im okay
If Ive dealt with it
If it still hurts me
Theyre just asking because its mandatory.
Because no one really wants to know how it feels.
My eyes have lost that bright bright shine
And the way I used to walk with pride
Now my head is too heavy to hold up
My feet too heavy to pick up
And I sit here, pondering why I am this way.
What went so wrong
And how long ago?
Why is it just hitting me now
So suddenly,
So abruptly.
I feel as if I shouldn't move
In fear that I might just break.
Or maybe I will fall over
And never be able to get up again.
My eyelids are so heavy,
They're hard to keep open
Maybe if I blink,
They won't ever open again
My lips are so hard to lift;
This permanent frown upon my face
I feel as if I'm being dragged down.
I dont like to talk about it.
This vulnerability,
But I want to pull you close
Enough to press my lips against your ear
And tell you that I love the way your skin smells.
My mother
Scrubs, wipes and vacuums
Slaving over menial intricacies.
Eats, sleeps, and breathes
Like there wont be enough for tomorrow.
Yells, nags, and pesters
To maintain her sanity.
My mother
She wishes.
She is doomed to live
With children that couldnt care less.
Children that evade, then exploit.
Children that only want more
Than what they can have.
She is trapped by
A critic; scored and judged by
The Spouse.
Who yells, throws, and threatens.
He takes and takes and deprives
Resorting only to soft words before
A trip to the casino.
She refuses, only to be persuaded by
His belligerent words.
She does
It wasnt that there werent things that I didnt like about her; I didnt want to focus on those. Above all else, she was the most beautiful person in the world to me. It wasnt that she was the perfect replica of beautiful, but every little thing about herall the fragments that came together so wellmade her beautiful. I still remember her fingernails; they were round, yet pointy at the edges, sitting on top of small, delicate fingers. While my hands were always dry and slightly rough, hers were moist and soft. She always seem to have a hand covering her moutha trait that had always be
Sometimes I can imagine him
Swear that I see him,
Trudging around the house;
Even though weve rearranged all of the furniture
Even though everything has changed.
I walk down the hallway
Past his bedroom.
Out of the corner of my eye
Its him sitting on the bed,
His body deteriorated from
Pride, anger, regret
And age.
He says nothing
I only see him through peripherals.
I dash passed that open door
His dark, drooping face watches me
His dead eyes follow me.
What if hes really there?
I see him every time I walk out of my room.
I see him sitting on his black leather chair,
In the center
If I had a penny, yes a penny, for every time you made me laugh...
How many pennies would you have?
Too many.
Times like these, its hard for me to understand what it is that actually happened. What did actually happen? Where did I run into a fork in the road and take the wrong turn? Where in the story was my misinterpretation?
I ask myself so many times a day why is it I let this happen; or, a question with a real answer, when did I let this happen? How is it that I let myself fall and scrape my knee for this one guy, who I now have realized isnt all that great. And why did it take me so lon
I like to tell myself that I can talk about it,
Although Im sure I really cannot.
Im positive I cannot.
And even if I were willing
No one would want to hear it.
All they want to know is if
I can hide it well enough.
When they ask me if Im okay
If Ive dealt with it
If it still hurts me
Theyre just asking because its mandatory.
Because no one really wants to know how it feels.
My eyes have lost that bright bright shine
And the way I used to walk with pride
Now my head is too heavy to hold up
My feet too heavy to pick up
And I sit here, pondering why I am this way.
What went so wrong
And how long ago?
Why is it just hitting me now
So suddenly,
So abruptly.
I feel as if I shouldn't move
In fear that I might just break.
Or maybe I will fall over
And never be able to get up again.
My eyelids are so heavy,
They're hard to keep open
Maybe if I blink,
They won't ever open again
My lips are so hard to lift;
This permanent frown upon my face
I feel as if I'm being dragged down.
I wait for a sign of you.
Here, there, anywhere.
A sign that tells me you're within
Reachable distance.
And I will wait until you are so close
That I can reach out and touch your face
Pull you near and claim you as mine
Even though you're not.
I wait with such anticipation
Whenever someone else passes, I jump
Thinking it's you.
And it's killing me that it's not.
And I wait and I wait and I wait
Growing weary of being naught of something to do
With nothing to think about except
How happy I'll be when I see you.
If you ever come.
writing is being taken a bit more seriously.
hahaha i'm just kiddannnggg.
i'm taking this a lot more seriously.
started writing prose and shit.
but poetry, says all, is my forte.
So I haven't been satisfied with anything that I've written in recent times, so there are no updates.
Except, I'm on vacation. And I have this dope ass english teacher named Mr. Sharp. He's like 6'5 and super old. and extremely EXTREMELY intelligent.
i'll sort through my shit and be back soon.
redblackromancedeviantart (https://www.deviantart.com/deviantart)
is also still there.
i just haven't posted anything new there, either
http://redblackromance.deviantart.com
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