The lights are off. I am alone…at least I feel alone. This air is cold, this night; even colder. I used to dream of nights like this,
to keep me sane, to keep me going. Now they only seem to weaken my bones and my spirit. I have checked out once again. I thought I had overcome this drastic measure years ago and yet here I am; awakened by its prisoned walls and unwelcomed nights. I took a step into the hallway, thinking I was making the right choice. Yet here I am in shambles and torn to pieces. This is the constant mirror I look into forever more.
I stood before them; naked and ashamed. Ashamed of who I had grown into and who I was meant to be. I left my earphones in and the soundtrack to my existence on so I could block all unnecessary accusations from my hearing. It is better this way; to imagine the worst and yet never hear it. I let these images haunt my dreams; for at least I can control these if I need to. I looked straight into the face of the one I put my trust in; the one I gave my blood and life to. The only one to look away at the table of judgment and ignorance. That’s right; they are ignorant in my eyes. My mother, my lovers before who took me for granted and now this. What did I expect; a likely story with a usual ending? May I be let off this stand and led away to darker corners and endless hallways of strays. I only write what I think and what I dream. The judge and jury of my dreams is what’s killing me.
Today I spent an eternity thinking of what was and where I should’ve been instead of drowning in my misery. I left the chains back in the old days and yet they still seem to follow me. Give me drink, give me peace, just make the bleeding stop. I only saved enough for one day. I must’ve confused today with forever. How could I have been so delusional? The time is wrong, the weather is off and I am on the wrong dock; looking for the right escape. I never pleaded to anything I wasn’t guilty of. I only lacked the intelligence when it came to emotions. I should’ve been cold; distant and greedy like all the others. I should’ve stayed at home and never listened to those movies. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and my eyes open. I should’ve known the future and stayed far away in the past. But I am just a human; like all the others, thinking there’s always a way out of the extreme. I forgot to read the instructions when I didn’t grasp the meaning. Here comes the judge and jury of my dreams.
I stare into this haunted house; full of skeletons, full of dark thoughts. I should’ve ran the other way but curiosity got the better of me. I stayed for the encore and left writhing in pain. I just couldn’t help myself. I like things this way. Dark and terrifying, wrong, twisted and heart wrenching when you least expect it. I was into it just like everyone else. But like everyone else, I never saw the ending. There’s no exit sign and I have to go all the way through. It’s my fault I catered to the uninhabited, the misfits who walk away without a care. Where is the end?
I stood on the cliff, ready to fall.
I tried very hard but hadn’t the gall.
To pick up my feet and let it all go,
so I did the next best thing by taking it slow.
Rubbing back and forth till nothing was left,
the ache in my wrist no longer bereft,
of the pain it endured as I clung to the stone,
that clung to the threads of my veins
and the bone.
It was easier to get closer than ever before,
without you having to look on,
without you having to beg for more.
Let’s face it, this was the only way,
just play my soundtrack every step of the way.
Louder than the waves that crash over me,
louder than the screams of those who left before me.
Let it play on when I’m cold as the night,
when I’m dreaming and sleeping with no end in sight.
Please; do this for me.
That was the worst place I’ve ever stepped into. May those souls be at peace. Whoever thought that reality would get to me? It wasn’t free, it wasn’t enough to leave me thinking. I was left without anything to cling to in the end. Here I stand; naked and ashamed but never the way you think. I have to walk away and not say a thing. I have to let go like a good girl and never think again.
Come down from that hill, made of tragedy, of melancholy clouds and torrents of rain. It can’t rain all the time. I’ve got plenty for you to take- without even asking.
Come down from that miserable place, where sadness becomes your easy escape. I hate to see you this way. Shake the crippling dust from your feet, these new shoes give way to futuristic means. I sense a further greatness about you.
In my nice way, in my humble ability, I give it all away, without regret or disappointment in your next step. Life was meant to be shared; in all its goodness, prosperity, loss, failure, joy and painful pleasures. Why would I let you walk this road alone? Come down from that grave, from that darkened place. My ray of light has a welcome embrace.
Stop being comfortable among the lonely souls of solitude. Even if my beauty only comes from within, it will soon grow on you.
My voice, softly heard will find its way through your thinking. My eyes, mysterious orbs, so easy to figure out, will set your mind at ease. And my touch, so passionate and fragile, will still keep you safe and pleased. I am brave, ready for your all, will you let me in, let me win? I am full of love, enough for both of us. Open your eyes and see me, realize that being means everything. Don’t go back to sleep, don’t turn off the lights, don’t close the door on me.
I was once a fantastic dream
A beautiful scream
A silent wonder
Left to roam without
Even in familiar clothes
I traveled where
They wished they’d roamed
I dared to know
What made them go
Of myself, my own foolish ways
I let in the ways of this world
I kissed before
With erotic force
Allowed my heart
To melt on ice
Stinging with caresses
That only leave a mess
I worry for all
For every pain and suffering
Child or adult
Because I only know this way
For how could I ever look away
From the chains I was used too
The sadness I believe is still true
I was often zany
The black sheep in the crowd
Who lived in the now
With the past for a security blanket
I had a voice for too many ears
I think I still hear … Her
I still have much to say
I once dressed (unusually) Stylish
in my mind
It made sense
I still cling to those threads
Corduroys and polyester blends
It is in these clothes
I find myself at rest
I write because
With all means necessary
My mind is constant
Not robbing me of sleep
But release… is my only
Therapy, remedy, and I
The only keeper of such thoughts
I tried to dream 5minutes ago
But lost to the woes
Of my mind, my world
Get them out; while I am still sane
Then back under covers I’ll hide
Behind glass walls of my
That you are glamour, luscious,
When it’s all about ignoring.
Do you need to pull my hair?
I threw away your make up,
While you shouted insults
Threatening love so I punched the walls
The labor of attention.
You screamed in disbelief
I go to bed waiting,
Till pillow suffocates
The noises protruding from your bedroom
Take me farther than you’ll ever go.
Feeling much better now, drowning down; slowly.
I still think of the nice way,
That you learned to throw blows,
Imagine my fists against your blush stained cheek
And in your waking sweat,
Frailty is your only dream.
So many memories to choose
I still think birth should be a choice
From the inside.
How will we ever manage?
I’ll hand you the rope.