Disclaimer: I write dark poetry as a coping mechanism.
Trigger Warning: Suicide or Suicidal Ideation
Is it loud in here?
Or is it all in my head?
Is it fear from my dreams
That keeps me trapped in bed?
Or fear from reality
That’s filling me with dread.
Am I lost, never to be found?
Weight of my soul,
Keeping me on the ground.
I am tired,
Exhausted beyond the bone.
All I truly want,
Is to go home.
But it’s been 5 years,
And I can’t stand to be alone.
You called it flying,
In the childhood you stole,
And now I am dying.
Is it dark in here?
Or did I finally close my eyes?
I wonder what could be
My final paradise.
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Importantly Unseen Burden
I represent the strong and brave
The defenders of us all
I blend in and disappear
To hide those without fear
I weigh 25 plus pounds
Yet there’s not one complaining sound
I am the pack
That an American Soldier
Carries on her back
Inside I hide
The notes and pictures
Sent from a far-off home
Little food and fewer comforts
Ammunition packs are my friends
Though they never stay for long
I am the pack
That an America Soldier
Carries on his back
Outside there’s little to see
Nothing but a name to you
Yet something more to me
I dread the day
It’s torn off and I’m tossed away
For it would mean that
Somewhere
There’s a helmet
On top of a rifle
Stuck straight up in the ground
Between a pair of shiny boots
And I would be
The pack
That an American Soldier
Carried on their back
Where Did She Go?
Written: October 2011
Tears streaming
Down a pale white face
Green eyes shining gold
Under the dim light
Why would she run
From a simple embrace?
To where did her heart race?
Where did that little girl go
The one with
Tears streaming down her face?
To
Written: October 2011
What do you know
What do you see
Why do you care
Why are you here
Did you ever really listen
Did you ever really listen
Did you ever really bother
To see
To care
To hear
Zucchini Zen
Written: October 2011 for a creative writing class
Look at the zucchinis grow
Like squashes in a row
Perfect tens
With their perfect zen
Mixed into a creamy paste
They have a very zesty taste
Breads and soups
As perfect as a marching troop
A culinary delight
They are the perfect bite
I have never once eaten zucchini.
It All Begins
Written: October 2011
It all begins
When we fall asleep
Things awaken
That were buried deep
Memories once forgotten
Half-remembered faces
Appearing randomly
Mystic meanings
Hidden inside
It all ends
When we awake
Dreams slip away
Into the new day
White Hope
Written: October 2011
The color white
Looks like light
It smells like a rose
Composed of hope
White feels empty
Yet full of possibilities
Sounding like waves
Tasting silky and clean
The color white
Is the color of things unseen
Hats
Written: September 2011
Hats
From places I’ve yet to see
Military caps and ball game hats
Medals and pins
From all the places you’ve been
Each with a place in the stories
You never told me
Those things
Stories they told at your funeral
About all the places you’ve seen
Impatient
Result from the Let the Dice Choose prompt: Impatience
Impatiently waiting
Watching the clock tick down
Constantly Refreshing
Ready for that moment you name lights up my phone
Impatiently waiting
Dying to hear your sweet dulcet tones
See that beautiful smile
With eyes soo sweet
Making my heart beat, beat, beat,
Unseen, Unheard
Unseen, unheard
A ghost to the world
Friends, family, passerbys
All those eyes
Just sliding by
Voice forever interrupted
By those who claim
This is what love is
This is what love is
An unnoticed existence
Not living, not dying
Just barely existing
Tossed into the deep end
When I don’t know how to swim
So tread water they say
Take a deep breath
It’ll be okay
But a deep breath
From the bottom of the ocean
Only works to let the water in
What if I died today
Alone and afraid
Unseen, unheard
A ghost to the world
With my last breath still in my chest
