Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
ProblemsHatred, whether based on
Hatred is the problem.
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,
Her hair tangled.
She's a mess, some would say.
But at least her heart is pure.
His wrists covered in scars,
His stomach roaring with hunger.
He's damaged, some would say.
But at least his love is whole.
Her breathing is heavy,
And her skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
At least a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows how to hold on,
Longer than someone who's never fallen,
And never dared to learn
How to fly.
At least a girl in the mobile chair
Knows how to capture a moment,
Because she can't quite be sure
How many moments really are
At least someone with so little
Because when you have so much...
You only have so little.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
(he said dead was the best way that thing could ever have been anyway)
.wish i lived
like an animal,
wish i cared about
and staying alive
(wish this was a lie)
.she reckons sometimes
i'm still nineteen,
eat he says, more -
i'm still sixteen,
i fill the sink with hot,
submerge my arms up to
my elbows to observe them
changing colour, turn -
i'm stuck at five, i'm on the
kitchen floor and burning,
stuck at ten and running,
with my feet all full of glass -
i said they all have names, have
ages, but were gifts
from different fathers
(the favourite lies between middle and ring)
i get rid of everything -
one summer i found
a dead stag beetle
laying on the pavement,
brittle and crisp
dried out by the sun,
he must have thought
that he'd died and
gone to hell
the year i got hit
in the temple
with a hammer, hard
but not hard enough,
funny what happens
when you pull a voice
out of its chest
just because it looks
done, slick and silver
and only a sliver meant
what it said, i feel
deflated, i wish
i'd have known then
that in a couple
of years i'd have written
as a bad dream, written
you off in a poem
with the leaves and the
trees and the moon
as a fat white opal, sunken
into the wall that divides us,
the border from
my land to yours,
she is nothing but
to me -
what if all the dead
opened their mouths
and said everything
they wished they had?
(i saw the stars weeping when my nose bled)
midnight misery.my hands were cold,
so i asked you for some warmth
and you gave me your heart
but someone stole it
while i slept
and now my whole body
soul slitterI want to stomp you down
like the spiders crawling
on the bathroom floor
at two am:
desperate and panicked
in the dark,
tired and eager
to finish you
and leave you to twitch
on glistening tiles.
gristle between your teeth,
you have cracked open
one too many torsos.
your ax-chopped halves
all ooze red longing
for you and your lips,
your warm arms,
but I know your touch
is really a sting