she is the fire in my heart
that re-lit from ashes
left by a flame long ago extinguished
she is the glimmer in my smile
the only one who can make me feel so whole,
but she can smash me to pieces just as easily
she is the shine in my eyes
though whether it’s from satisfaction or sadness
is up to her to decide
she’s an ever changing zigzagged line
i am the constant.
we only ever meet once in a blue moon
i can’t help but look at her skin
once clean, and full of life.
now it’s lost all its colour
covered in a thick layer of dust.
nobody has taken any care.
there are few who notice her changes,
and though those few try to communicate it
all they see is something fake,
an unrealistic cry for attention that simply isn’t needed.
she’s still beautiful. she’s not going to change.
or so they say.
i watch as she melts out of shape.
i see the smoke from their cigarettes curl around her,
turning her grey, slowly, slowly, but surely.
can’t they see she can’t move?
she’ll only get sicker and sicker.
who is to blame but the ones who made her this way?
it feels like you can’t ever be quite close enough
for it to satisfy me
my mind, my skin, my heart,
are all simply unfulfilled.
the fantasy of being in love, of being loved
is really *lovely* as an idea
so why is it that the translation
of my hopes and thoughts to reality
always get turned to terror?
maybe if two souls could merge
i would feel complete
but that is not possible, so i will wait
for something… real
as real as this life can be
The winds blow up on my face;
My heart just started to race.
I looked outside the window;
But couldn’t find my shadow.
The clouds were moving with the wind blowing;
The seeds of happiness were sowing.
The curtains were open wide;
With a new adventure beginning in my life side.
The silence was all over in the place;
My mind open like the infinite space.
My future was all in my brain;
Just like the flowing water in the rain.
There once was a deer, sad and alone
But up above he heard a voice crone
Flying on his wings of black
A large crow landed on his back
“I have something that can help you, little deer
Come, I will show you, it is just over here.”
The crow then flew on the low summer breeze
And the deer followed, weaving through the trees
They soon reached a cave, dark and wide
And the deer entered, craving for his pride
The deer didn’t know, that hiding in the deep
A great evil Dragon awoke from his sleep
There soon was a roar, then a chilling crunch
And the crow flew off, to get the dragon’s next lunch.
When the world fell quiet, too loud to bear,
and no one else was truly there,
You stayed beside me, calm and true,
with eyes like ice that somehow knew.
No judgment passed, no words to weigh,
just steady warmth that did not leave.
You never tried to fix or mend—
You simply were my silent friend.
I spoke the things I could not share,
you blinked, you breathed, you did not stare.
You never answered, never flinched,
and still, my pain, you somehow pinched.
Your ears stood tall, your stare stayed still,
my quiet guard, so calm and true.
Your fur, a dance of black and white,
like twilight caught in morning light.
In that coat, so thick and proud,
You wrapped me up; you made me loud.
You have seen my tears without a sound,
and kept all secrets that you found.
You never turned your head away,
no matter what I had to say.
While others left, or did not see,
you simply stayed and breathed with me.
In your silence, I was heard,
no need for speech, no single word.
So here you are, with watchful eyes,
a loyal heart that never lies.
A soul who listens, soft and deep—
Who holds my hurt and guards my sleep.
Pain wasn’t when I cut my arms and punched myself to catch my breath.
The pain wasn’t when I had to get stitches.
The pain wasn’t when I got hit so hard; I blacked out.
Pain was when I was screaming and pleading
and begging for you to stop.
Pain was when I gave up.
The pain was when I lay there until he was done.
The pain was when I woke up the next morning
and had no memory of the night.
The pain was when I hid what happened from everyone.
The pain was telling my dad what happened.
The pain was watching his anger in his eyes turn to pity.
Is God watching us all
Does he judge his creations
Does he let us fall?
Does he create the problems we have to solve
Did he know that we would destroy and evolve
Does he want us to hurt
Does he want us to burn
Did he know how the earth like us would turn?
Is God the one watching us
Is he the one that we should trust
Is the devil in my conscience
Should I take him out
Should I confront?
God is forgiving
But of which god are you thinking
Zeus’s sin of adultery
His sisters they were sultry
Nobody is perfect
But God isn’t anybody
God laid the rules
But did he use us as tools?
We must obey and listen
But ignorance is bliss
And God seems to glisten
God created everything
But why did he let us sting?
He is omnibenevolent
I am barely relevant
And yet I feel the results of his mistakes
And his sins cry down my face
I want to believe in God
But who would create this place?
Does he expect applause?
Does he have the bitter taste
Of the smile that he must fake?
And can he wash his own sins?
‘Like Father, like son.’ I hear them say,
but what if I don’t want to be like him.
He’s a monster; he’s a vicious lion hunting his prey.
I resent the implication that you see my father in my reflection,
because the last thing I want from him is a strong connection.
I hear a voice in the distance.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I just wish that apple could’ve travelled as far away as my eyes could see.
Why don’t I want to resemble my father?
You ask,
because all that I can remember is a tragic stain imprinted on my brain.
He reignites my trauma with his fiery presence.
For I am covered in the sins of his dark aura.
I know many people want to see a parent in themselves,
but I’d rather not see that man,
the man who deems to be my father, in the mirror on the shelf.