where your life’s supposed to start
to fall apart
to see the world
to burn the one i made for myself
to find home
to leave the only one i’ve ever known
to start a life
has nothing before this counted as ‘life’?
to figure out
you can’t figure it all out
there’s nothing new after this
it’s the same life in a different light
you’ll be fine.
Tag: poem
scarlet skies shout
bloody
rage
at the sci-fi
horror story human society
has become.
there is
no more peace in the blackness
of night. only gunshots,
only cries for
justice
and the children who
are gone now.
in a time where
empty hands aren’t a crime
unless those hands aren’t white.sooty-black skies
yell one hundred and thirty five names in the night
you say their names, you say their names
but don’t tell them their rights.
in a time where living in
the Land of the Free means
people must fight for their lives.these sidewalks are not
battlefields and
these streets were not paved to be
cemeteries.
who will protect you from the ones
who were supposed to be
protecting us?
in a time where we preach equality
but continue to sweep
injustice under the rug.
for every unarmed black man and woman who has been killed by police, for their families and friends, for all people of color who have to fight for the basic human right to live when they shouldn’t have to. black lives matter. // a.s.m
my heart hangs
from the ceiling fan; a kite
i never really learned
how to fly.
a bloody carousel
i paid too much
to ride.
an exhibit
to be displayed for the rest
of my life, my remains sit
behind plastic wrap walls
that
leave no handprints,
eternally orbiting
emptiness.
modern art bleeding heart // a.s.m
i am running
in circles from
one dead end to another
with nothing to pour myself
into but the corners of these walls
that silently scream with
termites from within.and i’m suffocating myself
with warm whispers
in ziploc bags. little
presents; promises
that were made to be broken
by gentle arms and
gentler lips.
i am inhaling stale air.
what was once
fresh is now foul,
no longer breathable, no longer able
to sustain life.
dead (end) // a.s.m
birthdays,
thunderstorms, new relationships,
flowers blooming,
last goodbyes,
tears,
kisses,
weddings,
leaves falling,
sun setting,
first hello’s,
deep laughs that make your eyes
water and your stomach hurt,
sun rising,
long hugs,
flowers withering,
learning self love,
a small orb in a vast
universe spinning
on its axis three hundred and sixty six times
and me
learning to live
without you.
things that happen in a year // a.s.m
Do not forget that you are a flower, my love. You require both sunlight and rain in order to bloom.
you cannot grow with only sunlight: there is a reason the universe puts us through hard times; allow yourself to learn and grow from them.
You started off as an addiction with an exhilarating high, but you’ve dwindled into more of a habit.
inspired by the shins: “so affections fade away, and do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous repulsive games?” // a.s.m
well-water eyes like hands
reach into my chest to
squeeze my beating heart. to
stop the thumping.well-water eyes like drills
tear holes into soft tissue and
grind teeth down with
sandpaper stares.when the covers baptize me
in my own sweat,
i am not haunted
by the dead, but by the
living.in our own
Waterloo, well-water
eyes that drown me in
their dark waves of
self-doubt.well-water eyes everywhere,
making darkness permanent.
well-water eyes that
i have not yet learned how to escape.
your eyes are dark tunnels to the hell in your soul. i still hear their abuse in my mind, though you are miles away. // a.s.m
it makes sense now, you
being born during hurricane season:
the way your eyes melted
into clouds,
the way you spoke in rain,
the way you tore apart the ground
beneath my feet
(you made it look graceful, though).
you were my life’s greatest
metaphor,
and you’ve left me
looking for explanations
in every corner.
baby, you’re the first hurricane of 2015. // a.s.m
the controller is here
in my hands,
but i can’t move
my thumbs.this video game keeps going
and i am on autopilot:
an endless cycle,
straddling the line between here
and somewhere else.i know i’ve been on the other side,
i just can’t remember when
and i’m waiting for the day
that i feel awake again.
i feel like i’m on autopilot these days // a.s.m
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