Empty, empty

Squish and crumple

Yourself into the corner;

Cheeks melting from those acid tears.

Fold your golden amber memories up,

Tear them with the charcoal sketches

The waxy ghosts of what you once thought was love. 

Now you realise they were but mere bittersweet illusions.

So you fall.

Dark.

Cold.

Empty.

The pitter-pattern of rains plays

Even if it is sunny outside. 

Bitter, bitter tongues

Dripping

Bitter, bitter words.

Spewing, spitting,

Strangling out the truth

Revelling in the pain and fears,

Stirring salacious rumours,

Swirling misery into the world's pot of conciousness.

Bitter, bitter tongues

Dripping

Bitter, bitter words. 

And what is there to do about it?

Shame shame

Shame --

You petty little

Monster.

Have you learned

Nothing

From your lessons and your

Beatings? 

Why can't you simply

Be better.

I know.

I'm a petty little monster.

But I suppose it would be going to far

To say you made me this way. 

Crack, crack

Cracks and spinters.

Fall, fall

Plumet even deeper.

Farther away

Beyond what they understand;

These children, though the same in age,

Have seen so much less.

They know something's wrong

Yet despise to speak out.

"What if we get in trouble,"

"It's not that bad,"

"We've kinda been extreme..."

Children, children

Sometimes the world needs

Extremes and coarseness to cure its blindess,

It needs a voice of cold fury and steel-bound rage 

To hold its fragile justice.

~~~~~~~~~~

Just trying to process an issue in my friend-group in a healthy way. Dang it's so... vexing(?), I suppose.

Sometimes people have to take into account the gravity of a situation before worrying about hurt feelings on the other side. If someone's doing something terrible that hurts others, you have the right -- nay, perhaps responsibility -- to confront them, even if they feel kinda sad that they're in the wrong or that you disagree with their methods. Of course, be reasonable about it, don't go overboard. In that case, it really isn't bullying; that's constructive criticism and standing up for your peers.

I saw your smile today

Even after everything, everything

It glowed

And, as if you’d given me a sunbeam

Lit up the dark room I’ve been locked in

That's such a thoughtful, beautiful poem, Jwyn! And I like the location you used :)

Here is a poem I wrote:

If You are Screenbound

You will never hear the thunder of the water

Pouring over rocks in a splendid waterfall;

You will never see the trees in all their grandeur

As they turn vivid colors in the crispness of the fall.

You can never marvel at the glory of an eagle

Soaring over canyons with the strength of wild things;

You can never stand in awe at the power and the grace

That's there for you to see, if see you only would;

That's there for you to hear, if hear you only could.

While you stare at your computer screen or at your useless iPhone,

You see only tiny pixels and hear only pre-tinned sounds;

While you stay inside tweeting or scrolling through webpages,

You will not find all the laughter that's waiting to be found.

So put down that lifeless iPhone, close that dead computer screen;

Marvel at the beauty that is right there to be seen;

A machine can never equal what is breathtaking and real,

A machine can never truly make you laugh and sing and feel.

Sing wth the blowing wind that rustles through the treetops,

Swim in the exultant ocean with the waves at the sunset,

Talk with all the people, all the unknown friends around you,

And live - live - live - as you never have lived yet.

This poem is old so I can blame it on that if it's awful :P Looking back on it, this is probably a bit of a vent on how people will just... not see things. Like, deny climate change (or how fast it's coming up on us, which is something I've encountered much more). Or be like "but child labor isn't really bad, is it?" Spoiler alert: it ruins lives. So many lives. There's lack of education and poverty and trauma - even if they even survive the dangers. Or be like "oh you're fine" when you're trying to get someone to take you seriously, and that's why you try to look fine all the time because you get in trouble if you're not. This is a much more standard rhyme scheme than I usually use too... usually I do something much more interesting, but here I think the repetition is good. Anyway.

~

There's ruin all around us -

Pause and take a look.

Why does this surprise you,

The dark in every nook?

I know it's not encouraging,

As rarely is the truth.

I know you say it's wrong of me,

But don't try to dispute.

You must admit, it's definite -

Have you not seen the world?

The killer smiles in the light,

From death is brought the pearl.

There's ruin all around us,

Don't look if you refuse 

But don't be shocked when you relent 

That ruin is the truth.  

atemporal love story

if you could live forever in a single moment in time, what would it be?

you ask me this as we lie in the summer-green grass in your backyard,

looking at the far blue sky that goes on forever.

the wind plays with our hair,

mine midnight, yours caught somewhere between gold and the color of fire, and

the bright breeze breathes sunlight across our faces; it tastes

just faintly of frost. summer is giving in to winter, like a golden cat curling up to dream beneath a lacy white blanket, the snowy veil the mountains wear to marry the sky.

I am thinking about love and bigness and you,

lying beside me with your hand tangled absently in mine, staring at the sky that reflects your eyes with your eyes that reflect the sky.

you are in love with the world, and I am in love with you,

and as far as I'm concerned,

you are the world, you and the grass and the winds and the clouds and the perfect incomprehensible nature of us.

this one, I say. I'd choose this one,

if we could live forever in a single moment in time. 

Some incomplete venting song/poem from today:

~~~~~~~~~~ 

You say not to look away

To face my fears, stop hiding --

But you don't seem to understand

I'm not hiding, I'm running for my life

Far from the barbed wires and electric fences

That come together as my "home"

From from all the man-made sound 

And scars they leave upon me and the Earth

More incomplete song jumble:

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Some

__ Times 

_____ We fall

Blind though the sky 

Tumblin', bumblin'

_ Losing chunks

__ Of ourselves

___ Till we crash

__ Land 

_ Into the Sea 

Broke

__ 'n and busted

_ Sure we've

___ Lost

our wings

Still, at least we're free --