We will stand in that room one day

a rosy room that smells of cinnamon

and frustration. and I will reach out my hand

slowly toward the wall; I should think

the pallor of its knuckles is alarming.

Once steadied I will ask you if I

can touch your face or pour the tea.

I’ll laugh because you don’t drink tea

ever since the time you spilled it

and the dark black stain consumed you.

and once among the apple trees,

while sitting in the verdant breeze,

i was sure not to make a sound:

i watched you lie upon the ground

placing a long and soul-wrought look

atop the burdened orchard brook

what dark regret that held you there

i now know not, nor do i care!

save that it was to think of me

and us: we two who cannot be

one? o say it so! else i shall die!

to be crushed by the silver sky…

One day

in that room

as fire sears my veins to ash

throughout the idle pleasantry…

I think I’ll laugh and pour the tea.

Anonymous
08:13:23 PM

Well you were sitting around
Like you were looking for something to do
And I'd come strolling by
'Cuz that had been my situation, too
So I came up behind you
And leaned on the back of the seat
It seemed so long I talked with you
Before you were on your feet
And off again
In the wind
While I'll never know if you were real
You really taught me how to feel.


Anonymous
10:13:37 PM

Your tears do not solve anything at all
They merely make your eyes puffy and red.
It does not matter where the droplets fall—
In public show, or in one’s private bed
They still have no pow’r, no magical charm;
Tell me when salty tears have done as much
As stopping death, disease, and physical harm,
Can tears mimic a mother’s soothing touch?
There is no plant which in that water grows
And there’s no beast that drinks from tear-fed streams
Would merchants trade my tears for food or clothes?
And could those tears fulfill my weakest dreams?

But then somehow still, down my dirty cheek,
I feel the trace of a droplet, a sparkl’ng creek.


Anonymous
09:51:47 PM

Inside this broken body
There's a heart that yearns for you.
And inside that broken heart,
There's a secret love that's true.
A secret that should not be kept,
And a lie to be untold.
Inside this broken body,
There's a hand that meets your mold.
Your fingers know the story,
And your eyes know my own face.
My broken heart is losing ground,
Your own's my saving grace.
Inside this broken body,
There's a terror to be swayed.
Because I'm so scared without you,
Unsafe and so afraid.
My fear, it does survive me,
And I'm wanting for your guide.
Inside this broken body,
There's a heart somewhere inside.
And even though it's broken
And even though it's cold,
I cannot think without you,
And my mind has grown so old.
I'm careless, unaware,
I'm kissing you away.
You're locked away, a memory;
And a memory you'll stay.
Inside this broken body
There's a stranger you don't know.
And inside that broken stranger,
Is the girl who loved you so.


Anonymous
06:45:59 PM

Life -- The Elusive Bitch

It's got its peaks
And its valleys
It's got its highs,
And its lows.
It's life,
The elusive bitch.

Why must it taunt me so?

She brings me happiness,
And joy.
She comes bearing euphoria,
And a laugh.
Then she beats me down.

He bears guilt,
And fear.
He hates my guts,
And feeds on my soul.
Then he compliments my style.

Why does life taunt me so?

It build me up,
Only to dash me against the rocks.
It nurtures my soul,
Only to cast it aside.
It's life,
The elusive bitch.

Will it ever end?


Anonymous
06:35:67 PM

My Sighs

Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I let myself be dragged in time and time again?
He has no idea what he does to me
Every time he speaks, every time he smiles
Every time he laughs, or even breathes.
How come when I think of him,
I can't help but smile?

Why does this happen to me?
Why do I get that fluttery feeling when I hear his name?
I'm the only one who knows
That I get thrown off kilter
Every single time.
How do I fix that,
Make it stop?

Why does he do the things he does?
Why do I fall for it every time?
I can never be mad at him.
He'll frustrate the hell out of me
But then he cracks a joke
And with a smile, the world is right again.
How do I end this cycle?

Why does this keep happening?
Why do I keep drawing these scenarios in my head?
I should just talk to him already.
Let him know his actions have consequences.
Let him know that he's driving me insane,
Slowly killing me, my soul.
How do I tell him that?

Why do I go on this way?
Why can't I end it, once and for all?
I need to, I've got to, and I must.
Before this thing becomes my doom,
Eating me alive until I disappear.
But my problem is the leaving, the absence.
How do I say goodbye?

Why do I let him continue on?
Why does the cycle repeat on for forever?
I thought this would be over by now.
It's lasted long enough, the relentless torment.
This self-torture, this self-pity, this self-loathing.
I should have walked away months ago.
But how can I do it alone?


Anonymous
11:17:56 PM

What I Would Tell Him…

I would tell him that I think I’m in love with him,
That I’m not quite sure, but it’s probably true.
I’d tell him that I think of him at odd times
And that the strangest things remind me of him
Like a Bible, or postcards, or even Bismarck.
That whenever I hear the sound of deep, stunning laughter
I get this funny, aching feeling in my heart.

I would tell him that I miss him whenever he’s not around,
That I miss him to a point somewhere beyond distraction.
I’d tell him I can’t focus on anything except him
And when I try, I just end up feeling frustrated and alone.
So I'll go running, which is very stupid of me
Because I'll just start thinking of him again, his voice in my head.
Telling me to keep moving, despite the fact that I hate it.

I would tell him that this is too hard,
That I need him to go already, and break my heart.
I’d tell him that he should leave and never come back.
And that yes, it is necessary.
That I don’t think I can go on with this existence.
Smiling, pretending everything is alright while I’m screaming inside.
Maybe I just won’t tell him anything at all.


Anonymous
01:58:27 PM