Category: Poems

Who are you?
Because we are not the same
One side of the mirror looks at me in disgust,
The other side, in shame.

Who are you?
A girl with no voice,
Mouth taped with invisible adhesive;
Feet bound without choice.

Who are you?
I ask yet again.
You are not deserving
Of the cruelty of these men

Who are you?
Because we are not the same
I want you to speak up
You shrink back into your chain

Who are you?
Does it matter?
Who is it you want to be?
It’s okay to be scared
But it’s not okay to cover your eyes 
And pretend you do not see.

I'm losing my mind,
I'm losing my direction,
I look in the mirror,
I've already lost my reflection.

The ice that I stand on
Is barely any deep
And although the water is frozen
The torrent is only asleep

I stand on slippery ground
That you may regard me
A coward or a fool
I collapse before taking a step
I've already decided
The shards must crack beneath my feet
My fate, my will, my mind.
Is sealed.
My life and all my sins
All of it is repealed.

That's it.
It's over.
I got drunk on my vices,
It's a moral hangover.

I'm losing my mind,
I'm losing my direction,
I look in the mirror,
I've already lost my reflection.

When you were there,
'Lonely' felt lighter
But now that you’re gone,
The suffocation grows tighter
When you were there,
It was an easy excuse
But now that you’re gone,
It’s a periodic abuse.

Letters to you,
Letters from me.
Unanswered yesterday,
Today will be the same.

You’ve punished me and perhaps I’ve deserved it

But you punished him long before he earned it

You’ve punished us, and we’ve felt it

But he was the one who truly dealt this

This act of fairness you want us buying

Only sheds light on which one of us is lying

And though the consequences may be steep

You’ve already placed me in too deep.

Letters to You,

Letters from Me,

Unanswered Yesterday, Today will be the Same.

Paper cuts seem shallow at first

But when the salt rubs in,

It’s hard to hide that they hurt

And now you want to numb the pain

But when the water pushes through,

You let it seep into these wounds again

Once the waterline is crossed, however,

There’s no point in your charade.

Sinking deep in the depths of the sea,

Why bother acting unafraid?

Clawing at the last sighting light.

You picked in confidence and then lost your fight.

Salt tears shatter this corner stone

We borrowed this time, on an overborrowed loan.

And now that this proved to be

A figment of some parody

The metaphor really holds;

The cards that we had

Should have been the first ones to fold.

And the withdrawal hits deep

A tolerance builds up at its peak

Now, when it’s all gone

Even with a king and queen

We’re left a sacrificed pawn.

It hurts to hear the same song on this vinyl

To think of this as the story final

It hurts to be bound to the same place, the same you

A lifetime worth living is never lived for survival

And in my mind

I don’t feel the need to find

Another lingering echo

To fill the empty space

The walls start to go bare

Some memories stay

While others slowly efface

Somewhere along the way

The music fades away

The light turns to grey

The rhythm begins to sway.

And so sure, this is love,

But it’s foolish to call it fated

This drained photograph

With the colors faded-

Is but proof that love gets dated.

She yelled.

But no one heard.

Her hands strangled;

Chained in despair.

She cried.

But no one helped.

She hit her head hard against the wall

She fell.

Yet, no head turned.

Her hardships were not theirs

Her pains were but her own affairs

Then they sit back and at afternoon tea

Discuss the sad state of the world

And what it had come to be.

Reading the newspaper headlines,

‘Girl Loses Fight Against Depressing Times’

The town diner’s still here
But empty lie most of the chairs
Once home to our family mornings
Perhaps some part of that time still lingers there

The park’s still here
They didn’t bother fixing the swing
No one goes there anymore
And the school bells don’t ring

Our memories lie here
The only tales we have to tell
No matter the places we’ve gone
The town’s stayed its spell

Afterall,

Home stays home
At the end of the day
People aren't permanent 
But home is here to stay 

Complex desires have wrapped my mind,

As I start to search for something,

I fear I’ll never find.

I look in the mirror

And yell a curse,

My hopes are nothing if not perverse.

For I hope for love,

I hope for life,

I hope for joy,

And for joy, I strive.

But I know the silent song of fate,

Like grating beats, with gritting hate,

I know the pain I must face,

I know my stand in this endless race.

She, on the other hand,

She must always have it all.

She’s careless and reckless,

But she never seems to fall.

Her simple glance

And they go mad.

This kind of magic,

I’ve never had.

She’s but a devil in disguise!

I beg for you to open your eyes.

No one is so perfect;

No one is so kind.

She is flawed,

With a flawed mind.

She has you fooled,

She has no fear,

She’s the lion,

Not the deer.

She acts a victim,

Pretty but pale,

But she’s the bully

In this horrid tale.

I have cried far too many a tear,

Never once been held dear.

Never once been looked at twice,

Never once enjoyed this forsaken life.

So why must she?

Why always her?

Why am I disgraced?

And she, given what she never deserved?

Now, bitter echoes start to get in the way,

Like thundering storms and acidic rain.

It’s her turn now,

To feel my pain.

It’s her turn now,

And she must pay.

And that’s how it all begins,

And that’s how it all begins…