Stiff, clerkly, he swept by me.
Staring straight ahead strangely:
Leaving the urinal for the fifth or sixth
Time that night and still alone.
He who probably for years had rejected
This Last, most despised of all releases,
Now himself by it to be rejected
Surely must almost craze.
Fearing for him, I followed;
Yet stung only further by my pity
He would not stop. Since that night
I have not seen him again.
wander me lonely
in last chance
wind
give me half
the faded
thistle
blown where scattered
to know
return
and gently
circle
a tree
its leaning.
Gather 'round
Close your eyes and
Listen as I tell you a tale:
Let me introduce you to Noreen
She, much like a sponge, sits and soaks everything in.
Every morning you can see her
Sitting, and staring.
Sometimes, with a crossword puzzle nestled between her fingers.
As usual, Noreen sat there.
All day, everyday.
Contented by just sitting there,
Watching,
She watched as the buzz passed her by,
Cocooned in her bus shelter.
Who did she watch?
Why was she there?
and I just need somebody to talk to,
I just feel so lost,
just a bit of guidance,
But at what cost.
No one seems to care
but they had the guts you ask me to share
my insecurities.
And in all honesty I just want someone
to love me, as I love them.
and here I am rambling again
it's another sleepless night
oh what a delight
to not be able to sleep
when you can feel the anxiety and depression
creeping in.
but yet being myself just isn't good enough
I'm a let down
The one that's always a setback
and yeah I'm pretty lonely
but that's the thing about love
it's that time of night
when you truly realize
how alone you are
I'm lost
in this world
where criticising one another
Is a way of life.
please I beg of you
please remember
that lonely November
I'm crying right now. Why?
Maybe it's because I have feelings,
Like everyone of you, I'm human.
But some people seem to forget that sometimes
Everyone just keeps on using me and throwing me away once they're done.
Have you ever felt that way too?
Maybe I'm the only weird one here, Maybe.
But really..
I'm Ok
I know I can be loud
And obnoxious
And annoying
And stubborn
But I care so much about the people I surround myself with
But with so many people leaving me
It's hard for me to tell
If the problem is with people trying to cut me at my roots
Or if it's something with me that I can't see
Broken girls,
Housed in a broken body
their pieces scattered, some buried, some floating in the middle of the ocean,
None of them are whole.
But you'll never see a single frown,
Long sleeved shirts cover up the scars,
bracelets hide the bandaids,
fear, a tightly knotted restraint on their lips, as good as any mouth guard,
Smiles on the outside,
bright, tinkling laughs,
hide the pain on the inside...
When school is over, and the last question answered with the last lie,
she walks to her favourite place;
Always secluded,
she sits on the grass, watches the leaves fall, and lets the tears drop too.
There is no specific reason for her tears, but that black hole in her body that she felt grow today
It is late evening.
a girl sits alone, unwatched,
the first time in months she is truly secluded.
even the leaves around her stay still, afraid to trigger..
she sits on the coldest patch of grass there is,
talks out the headphones blasting music she doesnt understand,
and brings her legs toward her chest, a feeble attempt to stop what is sure to come.
she starts rocking back and forth slowly...
If you saw her back,
you'd think nothing of the figure, maybe she is meditating?
None one sees the silent face she has made, curved into a scream that will never come, her full lips parted fully in horror,
not even being able to make a noise, unable to let it go,