I wonder what if I didnt have a mom. If she was a child neglecting drunk. Maybe she spent more times in the streets in other mens minds than in mine. Would I have to tuck her in bed after the medication. Would I be less sensitive without her. Would I be able to love? I’d be reminded how much I look like her yet wept upon because I am not her. Could I be less sinful when I wish unhappiness to those with mothers. Maybe I’d be dead already. Dad would still be a drunk. Dad will be called David and David would beat his son. She’d be another person in a photograph collecting dust on frames by the windowsill. If I didnt have a mom…
To my beloved, you are my epitome of happiness. Like the stars you insist to hang in there. When youre dragged across the road you pull. You take back what’s yours. Your heart whispers in my soul and echoes through the walls of my arms as you embrace the life you live for in your own. Merge me. Connect me. Live in me. I’ll be your home. I’ll be your sea. Your sky. Your guitar string. And even if it breaks, strum this symphony my beloved. This song is yours.
Oh, riddle my lungs through the sands of time. Reel me to the thrones of your kings and the planes that kissed the towers. I too watched my kingdom crumble, I too died on the 93rd floor. I clung to the blood that was cried out by the patriots. I protested to the sounds of canons that were shot even after supper. I became an innocent man proven guilty. Every tear dropped, I counted. I saw my creation turn against me and each other; so I drowned the earth. I promised families fortune, and then I watched them murder each other for fame. I too felt deaths grasp within my being. For was it not I that compared thee to a summers day? Have you not inhaled my life in museums? Have you not endowed yourself with culture within books? Did you see the clock strike midnight at the birth of a new year? I am all that shall pass. I am time.
I spent the day with my mom today. I know she appreciated it. Its been a while since she’s seen her son’s face. She didnt know how much I loved pizza til today. The greatest part of it all was that we were outside, walking. Not locked in a car, with the seatbelt tying me to the seat, and headphones in my ears…no. As we approached home, I noticed the sun looked extra big today;one of the nicest sunsets I’ve seen in a while. And my mom was there to see it with me.
And my bruised up wrists will cry out to you as they sweat out from the cracks written by the cold blade. The room is bland and the blood is so vibrant. The mirror is fogging up or is that just my breath? Can the pools from my pupils be cleared out by the honest light, or will the white lies tear from the cut that was knifed in too deep. Ive been in this tub for too long; it’s starting to look like a blood bath.
I hope I die tonight so you can live in regret. I’ll make sure that every year on this night, you will never forget. My blood will tyrant through the villages of your eyes and set them to flames. Only leaving you on a burning nightmare, in which only you are to blame.
He took his garments of white off and folded them and placed them on his bed. He retired his old shoes and abandoned them on the far corner of his room and began to weep. And then his shadow clothed him with a dark rag that hugged his being. He was covered in black. He changed.
I heard knocking on the front door. I looked through the peak hole. Saw death standing. And still, I welcomed him in.
Let’s take it back from the beginning. Hi, I’m…. It doesnt matter, I’m going to grow up to be troubled teenager and lose myself anyway.
My life is teasing me. Whether leave me happy or allow this darkness to consume me whole. I rather be committed to one than be a loiterer in the other.
It’s no wonder you’re so quick to fall out of love. You don’t carry yourself well, so you have a man put you on his shoulders. You’ve been having his back so long you forgot to look behind yours. And now you’ve become weak. You’re easy on the knees and it’s obvious now why it’s become so simple for a man to sweep you off your feet. Don’t be dust that piles up to trash, be a lady.
Remember when we never use to argue? Our voices could not reach the ceiling, nor surpass our noses. Now our words are tainted with white lies that make perfect teeth but a lying tongue.
What I don’t like is people try to tell me what I need to do with MY love life and MY affection. They tell me I need to be happy first. I need to build a strong foundation so I have something to fall back on. But no. I’ve been single longer than I have been in relationships and trust me I’m still the same lazy person. if anything I get motivation when my other half is on me but positive as well. Basically, I am me all the time. And at the end of the day I’m myself push.
