To the Man that You Became by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
To the Man that You Became
I would rather get 500 papercuts, rather walk into a room air thick with mosquitoes then to see you hold her hand.
I will never be the girl I was before you.
I gave you years of blood, sweat, and tears. Years of dedication, anxiety, every ounce of love. I gave you years of hopes, dreams, and plans for our future.
You left me more exhausted than your basic training ever could. I know I wasn't there with you, but I will never understand how the man who pledged to spend his life with me could change so completely.
I will never forget the sparkle you used to get when you'd look at me, the pouring tears when I kissed you goodbye; but now the m
Glue by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Glue
Voice after voice,
my brain tries to soak in all of the words it can take.
Pen and paper stories,
poets of few or many words-
I search,
I gasp,
I sputter
to grab at the words I so sorely need to learn.
I once told you I read the whole dictionary.
I wasn't lying- really.
I scanned the leather bound book cover to cover,
searching for an answer-
for a key-
for the medium I so loved to unravel into one word;
the word that would fix me.
The word that would neatly assemble
all of the slivers of the shattered mirror which is myself.
Every well kept smile,
every cry, every tear stained
"I'll be alright, I promise- I swear I've got
RIP to by closest friend by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
RIP to by closest friend
Papa
It kills me that you're not here.
Smiles fade into shadows, tears I have shed flowing into a river
that will never cease to flow in the expanse since you were lost.
Lost is a term I use loosely- you were here, always here.
Fully alert and attentive, fascinated by every participation trophy or
mouthy indiscretion that came forward with my name.
You were mine-
my secret treasure,
my hidden book light when it got too dark to read,
my sharp reminder to stay alert, to remember I am not alone in this world.
You may have been generations older, but from the day I met you we were inseparable, Papa.
I say I lost you because the man I lo
Haunted by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Haunted
Haunted.
For some reason that is the only thought,
the only word that comes to mind.
I wake, I smile, I laugh, I eat, I work,
I drown.
I drown in guilt,
I drown in pain,
I drown in the small puddle of self worth
that I have accumulated drop by drop-
not enough to replenish my reservoir-
not even nearly enough to quench my thirst;
yet just enough to drown.
Worry by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Worry
Here I lay,
holding my breath.
I feel perspiration dripping down my neck,
creeping down my spine.
To be comfortable is something
of which I can merely dream,
because to be comfortable
I would have to stop thinking of you
and your aggression.
Your stress.
Your wounds.
Your tears.
And to do so I would have to stop caring,
and that is something I seem incapable of.
Why is it that I can never let go?
I hold onto things forever, things long lost and gone.
Memories coat my brain like cobwebs I am reluctant to sweep out;
they remind me of carefree days spent frolicking in the snow,
a long craved hot chocolate in the ev
Life by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Life
Soul-less poetry makes me gag.
It is a poor imitation of life,
A doll that may open and shut its eyes
But shall never walk, talk, read.
Poetry is love, hate, experience
not a simple pattern of words
written expertly so that
e v e r y line is evenly spaced,
words rhyming, begging for
criticism, critique.
It is alright to yearn for
recognition, criticism.
We all want to be assured
that the reason we are
each individually insane
is in the least interesting,
though at times it may be
unbearable.
But these idiocyncracies are
what keeps us looking,
sifting through literature
attempting to find the meaning
of life. Not every
Your Essence by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Your Essence
Why do you keep haunting me?
I see your face burned into my eyelids when
they close to merely take a break from the
crazy, bustling world we live in.
Your face follows me through the crowd, your
scent fills my nose when I drift away at night.
Need my senses betray me so?
Your soul is persistant in tearing away my walls;
not allowing me to breath without your voice,
your thoughts, your face seeping into my stressed,
helpless, busy mind. My feeble house of cards
stands in the tiny cracks and crevices of my brain.
Why blow the tower down?
My pain is your adrenaline, my smile your demise.
My Satire by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
My Satire
I once met a man that could not dream.
So bitter he was, and jealous of the power
others had to dream things so enchanting.
Walking the neighborhood at night, he would
sneak into people's windows and stare longingly
at the smiles on their faces as they slept.
So angry was he not to have this ability,
he began to resent people. The man alienated every
family member or friend, hating them for a simple
thing they could not control. He locked himself away
in his house for months, tinkering away and doing
experiments in an attempt to resolve his problem.
You by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
You
You tell me how much you love her-
How she's all you want;
all you need
Whats wrong with me?
I ask you
as my knuckles scream.
Falling by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Falling
I find it fitting
that cupid
shoots his weapon
to make us f
a
l
l
in love.
It's a perfect example
of how hard love hits.
Each person contributing
a new h o l e.
A perfect example
of the perfect way
to destroy yourself.
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To the Man that You Became by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
To the Man that You Became
I would rather get 500 papercuts, rather walk into a room air thick with mosquitoes then to see you hold her hand.
I will never be the girl I was before you.
I gave you years of blood, sweat, and tears. Years of dedication, anxiety, every ounce of love. I gave you years of hopes, dreams, and plans for our future.
You left me more exhausted than your basic training ever could. I know I wasn't there with you, but I will never understand how the man who pledged to spend his life with me could change so completely.
I will never forget the sparkle you used to get when you'd look at me, the pouring tears when I kissed you goodbye; but now the m
Glue by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Glue
Voice after voice,
my brain tries to soak in all of the words it can take.
Pen and paper stories,
poets of few or many words-
I search,
I gasp,
I sputter
to grab at the words I so sorely need to learn.
I once told you I read the whole dictionary.
I wasn't lying- really.
I scanned the leather bound book cover to cover,
searching for an answer-
for a key-
for the medium I so loved to unravel into one word;
the word that would fix me.
The word that would neatly assemble
all of the slivers of the shattered mirror which is myself.
Every well kept smile,
every cry, every tear stained
"I'll be alright, I promise- I swear I've got
RIP to by closest friend by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
RIP to by closest friend
Papa
It kills me that you're not here.
Smiles fade into shadows, tears I have shed flowing into a river
that will never cease to flow in the expanse since you were lost.
Lost is a term I use loosely- you were here, always here.
Fully alert and attentive, fascinated by every participation trophy or
mouthy indiscretion that came forward with my name.
You were mine-
my secret treasure,
my hidden book light when it got too dark to read,
my sharp reminder to stay alert, to remember I am not alone in this world.
You may have been generations older, but from the day I met you we were inseparable, Papa.
I say I lost you because the man I lo
Haunted by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Haunted
Haunted.
For some reason that is the only thought,
the only word that comes to mind.
I wake, I smile, I laugh, I eat, I work,
I drown.
I drown in guilt,
I drown in pain,
I drown in the small puddle of self worth
that I have accumulated drop by drop-
not enough to replenish my reservoir-
not even nearly enough to quench my thirst;
yet just enough to drown.
Worry by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Worry
Here I lay,
holding my breath.
I feel perspiration dripping down my neck,
creeping down my spine.
To be comfortable is something
of which I can merely dream,
because to be comfortable
I would have to stop thinking of you
and your aggression.
Your stress.
Your wounds.
Your tears.
And to do so I would have to stop caring,
and that is something I seem incapable of.
Why is it that I can never let go?
I hold onto things forever, things long lost and gone.
Memories coat my brain like cobwebs I am reluctant to sweep out;
they remind me of carefree days spent frolicking in the snow,
a long craved hot chocolate in the ev
Life by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Life
Soul-less poetry makes me gag.
It is a poor imitation of life,
A doll that may open and shut its eyes
But shall never walk, talk, read.
Poetry is love, hate, experience
not a simple pattern of words
written expertly so that
e v e r y line is evenly spaced,
words rhyming, begging for
criticism, critique.
It is alright to yearn for
recognition, criticism.
We all want to be assured
that the reason we are
each individually insane
is in the least interesting,
though at times it may be
unbearable.
But these idiocyncracies are
what keeps us looking,
sifting through literature
attempting to find the meaning
of life. Not every
Your Essence by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
Your Essence
Why do you keep haunting me?
I see your face burned into my eyelids when
they close to merely take a break from the
crazy, bustling world we live in.
Your face follows me through the crowd, your
scent fills my nose when I drift away at night.
Need my senses betray me so?
Your soul is persistant in tearing away my walls;
not allowing me to breath without your voice,
your thoughts, your face seeping into my stressed,
helpless, busy mind. My feeble house of cards
stands in the tiny cracks and crevices of my brain.
Why blow the tower down?
My pain is your adrenaline, my smile your demise.
My Satire by RazorBladeKisses19, literature
Literature
My Satire
I once met a man that could not dream.
So bitter he was, and jealous of the power
others had to dream things so enchanting.
Walking the neighborhood at night, he would
sneak into people's windows and stare longingly
at the smiles on their faces as they slept.
So angry was he not to have this ability,
he began to resent people. The man alienated every
family member or friend, hating them for a simple
thing they could not control. He locked himself away
in his house for months, tinkering away and doing
experiments in an attempt to resolve his problem.
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Things Once Left Unexpressed by Jagotiberan21, literature
Literature
Things Once Left Unexpressed
She is my fine heart, and although my words
May prove inadequate in their poor search
To describe her, my mind still roams likes birds
Seeking the perfect place to take their perch.
The manner with which she conducts her day
Holds rather propitious omens,
Because most unwavering are her ways,
Obstinate like the waves of the oceans.
Her hair and features are carved beautifully,
Ambrosial, fine, and without defect,
By the seraphs who sing in euphony,
So to her the vain and prideful eyes direct.
With her visage distinct and uplifted,
Lifted as much as her presence lifts me,
With lust have those men become afflicted,
Blinded by her
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