I look on with pestilence
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
with optimism
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not m
I've been holding these failures
between my teeth like bobby pins,
waiting for this
emptiness
to corrode my teeth
into something
pliers can fix
And my silence has been
the scent of the dentist's office
and busy public bathrooms
and I haven't slept in weeks.
I write your name
in candle wax and
set it on fire
but I'm growing tired
of all this burning,
especially the campfire
you're building atop
my rib cage
I am not a resource
and I ought to be
something more
than this.
Human life is a ticking clock,
Counting down the precious moments we have.
Many dream of and expect a long happy life,
Completed by children,
By love and by money.
However, the minority do not dream of living a long, peaceful life,
Of living into their seventies or eighties,
Of having children or grandchildren,
They merely hope of that reality.
They hope they will be given that chance,
But do not expect anything of it.
The minority desire a different life,
One that cannot be labeled,
One that is remembered,
They live for knowledge and for life itself.
They follow a path,
paved with bright dreams of wonder,
And a few,
The lucky or u
I love... and hate being a writer by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
I love... and hate being a writer
I hate being a writer
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and exper
Sometimes I'm sure there's
candy apple
dripping through my veins
not because I am sweet
but because I am clogged
because your boyish voice is
bittersweet
and I've bitten my tongue
so many times that
the words don't flow quite right and
sometimes I still
forget how to breathe
cause you know the phrase
once bitten
twice shy?
I wish I had been.
My constant desperation for
some sort of
adoration
only wears me down
when the bites build up
I am not an apple
and please don't
sugarcoat me
I am Atlas
with the sky balanced upon my spine
and my eyes staring at the Earth
beneath my feet,
the unchanging and dirty world
which forced this weight upon me
and continually called
for the sky to crush me.
I am Atlas
kneeling and groveling
before the ground whilst
praying everyday
and every night
to see the sky which I uphold
with my being.
I am Atlas
dying slowly whilst
you all around my feet
and say not a word
recognize not a moment
of my continual torture.
I am Atlas
and though I dream of releasing the sky
and finally seeing its wonderful beauty
I know I would only see it for the moment
before it finally crushed me
and I realize
For The First Time by Infinite-Word-Forge, literature
Literature
For The First Time
With the light of dawn in her eyes
She awakes and sees you
For the first time
Raising her high above the earth
You thrust her to the heavens
For the first time
Taking flight on wings of dreams
She soars towards the future
For the first time
Watching her light grow distant
You see she no longer depends on you
So you let the tears flow
For the first time
I Found A Time Machine by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
I Found A Time Machine
I found a time machine
of this I must be sure
or something near enough
to allow me
a few more moments of happiness.
I found a time machine
of this I must hope
else my bed has played
a cruel trick on me.
I found a time machine
of this I believe
every time I close my eyes
I see you there beside me
your happy smile radiating
the joy you gave to me .
I found a time machine
this I know is true
and though it only lasts the night
disappearing once reality
decides to yet again curse me,
I want to find a way to keep you
to shelter you from the past
that stole you away
and return you to my future,
to my present,
to my heart.
I found a time machine
Why Can't We Speak? by Infinite-Word-Forge, literature
Literature
Why Can't We Speak?
Why do we speak carelessly?
Cutting others with our words,
Adding to their suffering
With serrated sentences
Punching holes into their hearts,
With a gun called malcontent
Loaded with bullets of hate
Why must we speak carelessly?
Pushing the desperate towards ruin,
Driving them lower
With bludgeoning keystrokes
Causing them very real pain,
Cornering them in depression
With only one escape in sight
Why can't we speak thoughtfully?