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UntitledWords slip from my fingertips
The day seems dark
A contrast of nightlights
The light chill
from something all to mechanical
The low hum spreading slowly
Head aches creating a dull throb
The music of happier days
dims to a slow mix of quiet singing
Sugary soda chilling me
From the inside
As I wait
for what I don't truly
expect to come
As time passes
My mind fills it self with reminders
Of whats to come
what is due
what I need to do
what I cant bring myself to do
Tiredness over runs
despite proper sleep
As I cover myself
from the midday lights
and hide away
in my dark mess of a room.
MarionetteDisappear into there own lives, its a natural thing.
I will always remain, wondering the purpose.
Brought down by forces, mentality becoming downfall.
Falling apart again, the purpose unknown and unexplained.
Feeling alone makes no sense, they surround and disappear.
Breathing is hard, the air runs smooth through.
A puppet on a string, marionette is the new way of life.
I don't know.I cant breath
and Weak legs
down to my knees
through an endless haze
such a heavy pressure
pushing on me
weighting my chest
as my mind reels
as air escapes me once more
Creative InsomniaThrough a sleepless night
and musical inspiration
An insanity temporary
interpreted into creativity
what a live mind
had before itself
and could not reach
brought to light
through drooping eyes
and shaky hands
a head lulling
back and forth to a beat
creating such beauty
as words form lines
pages fill with color
not so coherent
becomes a mindset
as the hour fade
into the lights of day
and your masterpiece
finished as it will be
leads you into
a long awaited
and well needed
to the temporary
with a simple days rest.
Some nightsSome nights,
my mind begins to wander
Stretches of the future,
and past times that I ponder.
alone in a nights peace
I hope for princess stories
like beauty and the beast.
A love everlasting
I hope my future may hold
A lover with open arms
to take me in from the cold.
As I sit alone
on these empty nights
I imagine my lover
not a superhero in tights
but a normal person
with a hand outstretched
and a space in their heart
because I wasn't there just yet.
Mask of Smiles.I reach out to touch my future.
An inevitability that I cannot bear.
Hiding in the shadow of my past.
A perfect little girl I was.
Molded into a beaten new form.
Evolved into a drained being.
Though, my youth is still strongly intact.
I can't hold my head up.
Lately, the sinking feeling,
It comes harder and with more force.
The words sprayed drip with raw emotion.
My lungs have become filled.
I can't bear to awaken with the world.
I lie in velvet darkness.
Awoken for dinner.
Awake for the suns departure.
Asleep for the new days arrival.
All the while confined in myself.
Between for walls that have become my hiding place.
Air rolling in through a machine
in the only window,
blocking almost all natural light
that wishes to invade.
Praying for the summer to never end.
I can't fathom the weight school always brings.
I don't want to see anyone.
I don't want them to see me.
As the work piles up,
and nothing makes sense anymore,
the streaks of liquid stain my face.
Always in private.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
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.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Last HopeWhy am I doing this again?
I always do.
Why do I try anymore?
It'll happen again.
What am I doing?
Everything's a mess!
Is it selfish for me to wish the world would end?
I'm going to fail.
It's inevitable now.
Why do I keep trying?
How do I keep going?
I wish someone would save me.
That's not how the world works though.
Will light ever shine in my world?
I don't think it can.
I won't let it.
I bring it upon myself.
Why do I keep this up?
What is the point of me existing?
I'm always the third wheel anyway.
Who'd even miss me that much.
I'm not trying to get attention.
I'm not trying to make excuses.
I'm not trying to take it to far.
But it happens anyway.
There's no escape.
I dug my grave.
With my bare hands, I have been digging for years.
I don't want pity.
I want people to hear me.
I want others to have hope and feel good.
I want something selfish as well.
I want someone to be there with me.
I want someone to automatically be with me like all my friends have.
Someone who wil
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