The Nature of Apologies"I'm sorry" means "stop yelling"The Nature of Apologies by kamcalste
when the bass of your voice infiltrates
my dreams and I can't sleep without nightmares.
It's the gentle plea for silence and stillness and
the request to stop this extra stimulation that
grates against my skin.
"I'm sorry" means "leave me alone"
when you follow me downstairs and stand
two whole inches away from my face and
call me a liar. It's the quiet entreaty for a white
flag truce, for a moment alone, for rest. Please
just go away.
"I'm sorry" means "I love you"
even though you don't always love me. Even
when we call each other names and roll in the dirt
like kids at recess, clawing backs and pulling hair. It's the
crumpled dandelion, a peace offering, to remind you that
you are beautiful.
"I'm sorry" means "I'm done"
when we can't settle on a winner and we're
both bleeding ourselves dry into paper towels. When you
look up at me and ask me how I could use this-or-that word
against you when I know it hurts. And I tell you that
that's why I used it, a
last time.i'm drowning. the salt just won't erode from my throat to allow air to pass, and the light is dimming.last time. by DecembersDemon
familiar buildings house conversations that tug on each nerve ending- it doesn't stop.
names of stores give me nothing other than lists that i wrote on our fridge, in our house, with our pen.
maybe that means nothing is mine anymore.
i taught the class last night as usual. three students, all eager to learn how to move their tongue to sound like you. the syllables of the language we shared embedded themselves in my windpipe- i did not want to share anything else anymore. but that was alright, i could teach and repeat the things i had practiced for them, just as long as i stuffed my brain into that box, and that box only.
the salvadorian that had been blown up serving in our military asked ¿quién sabe más español? ¿tú o tu querido? my stomach dropped, and nothing else mattered but those words. those words were in the same lan
characteristics.liar.characteristics. by DecembersDemon
i had hoped one day i would have told you that you're worth it enough to see the words raised in braille on your ribs, just so you could read them back in the dark. i've wondered if you think me a liar because i took a few clothes and left your philosophy paper on the counter. if the words that translated my heartbeats were now void in your eyes, or maybe canceled out period.
but then i realized that doing this doesn't make me a liar. it makes everything that much more true. i can't stay now because i would end up hating you. i can't hand feed you any more patience because you would never learn how to feed yourself. everything is still here, just as it's always been.
i just hope you'll realize you have to come get it this time.
you are awful at taking blame. when you're angry or upset, the words you use to hack at my jugular seem perfectly reasonable, and you make no apology. because you felt that i wasn't completely honest with you all of the time, i began to make the eff
Don't Forget MeI cannot say goodbye,Don't Forget Me by TheLunaLily
Is that why you stay?
Because I can take all the tears I cry
And make an ocean so we can sail away.
I feel you slipping away
Like sand through my fingers, slipping away
Where I can't follow, to a world of Limbo gray.
And I die,
I die every day.
Will you forget me?
Don't forget me
In the land of the shadows gray.
No one loved me more than you,
Please continue to!
Don't forget that I love you,
I always will.
I am still your angel,
Still your little girl.
I am your princess
Who wears a crown of sadness,
And an earring set
Of deep regret.
I hope I told you
How much I love you,
That you never failed me,
That I was so lucky.
I hope I told you.
I hope you knew,
Because it's too late now.
LimboMy jaded heart struggles to beat,Limbo by TheLunaLily
Everything feels so bittersweet.
My numb emotions are fading fast,
How much longer can I last?
I am going numb.
Why do I feel so numb?
My careless soul expels its last breath,
I look around, it feels like death,
And it just doesn't matter anymore,
I can't care for things not here anymore.
Goodbye, Careless Soul,
Fly away Careless Soul.
There it goes, my sympathy,
It left with my empathy.
It didn't want to stick around,
The noise of its absence is profound.
Don't leave me.
I am nothing but an empty vessel,
I feel just like a vacant shell.
When did I become hollowed out?
I have no longer any doubt,
I am hollow,
I am dying from the inside,
But I'm crying for the outside,
And I'm spinning out of my control.
I am trapped here in this Limbo
Of the Living and the Other Side
And I feel so dead inside.
A rose in winterI watch as rose petals hit the floor,A rose in winter by shadowgoth99
As the rain pours down upon this moor
And long for you, as my heart swings to and fro;
I wonder how I could let it end so.
For your presence takes my breath away
I watch the branches dance and sway.
Shaken by wind that blows so cold.
I know how it feels, since you are not there for me to hold.
I think of all my regrets,
Watching the sun as it sets,
Dreaming of the things that could have been
And hoping that one day you will be with me.
|'Cause I dig... <3|
|A hero, if ever I had one.|
MovementThere’s enough anger in the airMovement by FuzzyHoser
to strangle anyone. Anyone can
say they’d do this or that. That
isn’t the point here. Here and now
makes our tomorrow. Tomorrow
is the focus. Focus on that – that
we need tomorrow. Tomorrow
will be our truth. Truth is noted
after the fact. Fact isn’t respected
in the now. Now is when we react
to what happened then. Then was
the foundation of it all. All must
recognize what is needed. Needed
now is ground to stand on. On this,
plant yourself – yourself, and not
someone else’s voice. Voice instead
your hope, your rage. Rage against
the wrongs, with your rights. Rights
ought to be as free as breath. Breath
should never be taken by hatred.
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents: by FuzzyHoser
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
The Town WitchEvery town has its witch. At least I think they do. I know ours does. She isn't scary like stories say she should be. She has a face like my older sister's, the one who isn't married yet, with an eager smile and bright eyes. Her hands though are like my Momma's, calloused and stretched with small roots under the skin.
Her cottage is just outside of town with a small path that runs down to the sea. Her garden is full of overgrown plants that Momma would always "tut" at when we walked by, but it's full of herbs and flowers that she tends with care. She always smells like the honeysuckle that grows around her door and like baking. She bakes often, with her windows thrown open, her singing drifting through her garden all way to the road, the thick sills stacked with rows of cooling pastries. She always leaves batches of small, sweet buns on the outer edge where us children could easily reach. Not that she ever let on that she knew we were taking them. It was the great game amongst us, pret
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|I can't always keep up with proper thanks, but know that I do thank anyone who reads anything of mine. |
Also, you're already welcome. So no need to thank me for a thing. (: