you’ve given me writers block and i am stuck
frozen in replaying thoughts and hiding in dreams
where words won’t flow to finger tips left tingling.
you’ve stopped my thoughts
in your whispered confessions and blurred realities
of tangled souls and ghostly kisses.
i am lost in finding meaning in sweet nothings
driven by late nights and shared spirits,
trapped by the inadequacies of tomorrow.
i am silenced by the truth of you
pumping though my veins, praying one day
starlight words can find their way.
creative expression
Don’t tell me to stand tall
Be quiet
Show no pain.
Don’t tell me to lift my head
shut my mouth
And control my emotions
In moments of agony and heartache.
Don’t tell me to swallow my hurt
when I am struggling and suffering.
My emotions are me.
They are strong and powerful but
They make me who I am.
My emotions are beautiful and powerful
Reflections of my soul
Whose flames lick through my skin.
So don’t tell me to be a good girl
And stand tall.
Accept treatment
That no one else would.
Don’t tell me to hold my tongue
And silence another voice.
Don’t tell me to embrace
The chains that weigh down
The legs of women who try
To step forward.
Don’t tell me to be silent
Just because you think
Silence is golden.
Tornado
I need to walk away from your storm
and all the pieces of me it leaves behind
but I am pulled in to your tornado
and always left scattered in the wake
of your touch down.
Regrets
I wish I’d never told you,
shared that piece of my soul
for now I will always live with
remembering that you know.
I wish we’d never talked,
acknowledged that we cared
the blurry admissions leave me
gasping, choked and scared.
I wish we’d never spoken
for lingering in my mind
is my own agonizing truth
that all your words were lies.
I wish that I could tell you
all the self doubt you don’t see
I’m not good enough for you
because I’m not good enough for me
Enough
Pounding footsteps through
empty halls
where dreams go to die
and illusions melt
in acid promises.
Where hatred filled tears
hide under golden smiles
and broken hearts hide
behind boisterous laughter.
Every haunted fear
affirmed and
agonized yearning
pulled and snapped
like a puppet’s strings
at the hands of a master–
skilled beyond understanding.
Insecurities breathe down
the neck of the beast
that eats at the belief
in value beyond temporary
and agony filled breath
chokes the voice that continues
to say quietly
“One day I will be enough”
With flames that lick at my toes
and scar my skin,
with brimstone and burning
and breath that exhales in
pulses and gasps
With the stinging sensations
that course through bones,
and pounding rhythms of
a beating heart
do I remember why
I close my eyes
I am not naive
just hopeful that
one day
someone will love
my scars
as much as they
want the illusion
of my perfection.
And until that day
I will grasp at the
wisps of truths
and the haunted lies
that float through
fingertips.
I will kiss the
painted sky of
hope
until I drown or
win
Tired
I’m tired of living on coffee and dreams
while others breathe
tired of bleeding crimson tears
to free myself
exhausted from lifting legs
weighed by expectations
and filling the cracks with
layers of paint
sick of playing other people’s games
being moved like a chess piece
two forward and one to the side
I’m tired of being taken by force
or guilt
silently crying refusals
instead of screaming
tired of falling apart
while making it look easy to smile
Tired of swallowing stories
never meant to exist
I’m tired of fear
and going along
because I don’t want to go back
worn out from balancing on one foot
on the peak of pressure.
I’m tired of gasping for air
and tired of pushing
the self destruct button
waiting for the explosion while
being tied to a chair
she believed she was mediocre
so she settled for mediocre
her light was always a little pale
but she loved the vibrance
of those whose souls
seemed to swallow her whole
All she did was dream of
of having the tough shell
everyone believed she had
After years of being strong
She wanted to be weak
But it was too late to
break through the callouses
and too hard to cry
through the scars