ournourishment

I live in a world between insanity and reality, In a world people don’t really visit. Because… He thought I was weird, she thought I was weird, he thought I was weird she thought I was weird hethoughtIwasweirdshethoughtIwasweirdhethoughtshethoughtthoughtthoughtthought They never actually thought about me I say something like “Don’t judge me?” Well I want to say that, but my lips don’t part at the right time Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again Repeating those words in my head Aloud I question: did that mean anything to you? If we die, I’ll ask for leniency at your sentencing I’m not insane – demented, I simply contrast you I’ll kneel next to you, and run my hand over your back, kiss your cheek My tears dripping off my face and onto your alabaster skin I will ask what you’re too afraid too

Tears welled from her eyes, she sobbed and cried Begging for him to turn around Her knees were sore and bruised, blood streaked the floor under her - broken skin "Turn around it's not too late." Her voice shrieked an octave higher. She cursed his name. Life wasn't on her timetable anymore; or rather she realized it never really was Her knees went weak, the puffy red face slamming into the dirt ground Now eye level with his feet I kissed them softly, "please, please take me." Last words weren't Enough The ground opened up, the dark hole swallowed her whole. Free falling into the darkness, her back finally hit A sizzling noise, she looked around the heat making her eyes squint In an amazing feat she rose to her feet. Rip The skin of her back was left sticking to the ground she fell on Veins still pulsing as she turned to examine the white fat and muscle tissue no longer attached to her back.

All these words about this guy or this girl What about me? In a world filled with so many individuals and life forms, I think I've forgotten myself But how can that be? Don’t you live with thee?   I’m consumed with other people, and their thoughts and beliefs so I started to forget Imani  And it’s not selflessness or nobility, this isn't loving thy neighbor, it’s living for thy neighbor and disregarding thy self I idle by as I let others go before me, their needs and demands, wants and desires But who puts me first? Stanza II I lay myself down by the wayside and let them take When their done I wade into the water and drown my impurities I pause my life for people who are only meant for a season Leaves turn to mulch as the sharp winds become bitter, grass blades turning to freezing ice sickles As hibernation begins, they flee, it was only meant for a season Knowing me I would have force it until flower bloom Because I force things Out of dis...

I find solace in small things Quiet gestures Sweet words I feel solace against her warm body My fingers wrapped around her She exposes the words I hold in; my darkest fears, biggest fantasies I know solace when my chest rises with ease Emotions stop hindering my thought process, peace showers over me I want solace, but she’s hard to find and I’m unwise I look for her in the trees; bottom of bottles.  I look for her in unknown beds with unknown bodies. I look for her where other people have said to find her but she’s never there. She usually finds me Her warm smile seduces me as we move into a whirlwind fantasy I love her and she loves me That’s why she’s my solace; because she completes me and keeps my heart at ease And I never feel like I’m in it alone, or I care too much, or that I’m doing it on my own So many of the feelings that I feel with other humans, those feelings are all gone and if I ever do feel that way she reappears to remind me th...

Stop, where are you going? You didn't inform me at all I’m crying, screaming, my dignity puddled on the floor But I guess maybe you didn't have to inform, an informality that wasn't necessary in your eyes So you left I don’t want to care, it’s your decision, your loss But I feel like I lost more, I’m not sure why You were the first one who was nice to me You weren't perfect, beautiful or spectacular, but for the moment I thought you were mine And I guess that’s what made you the most special of all Now I sit here alone, racking my brain for thoughts, possible answers Wondering where I went wrong, or if I did at all I have to go through life again alone, and it hurts and sucks and all of that You won’t fill my days anymore, I have to forget the lies you told Another attempt at happiness, fuck I don’t want to do this anymore I shouldn't be this tired, shouldn't feel this defeated but I do All these t...

She hold it in, holds it all in Her emotions, thoughts, memories, the demons of her past that she keeps trapped in the depths of her being No acknowledgement means no existence? A lie forcibly shoved down her throat as she attempts to get through her days It happened, they all happened, but only at night, in the dark does her soul open itself To pay homage to the pain that has made an abode in the vacancies of her heart The cup runneth over, the tears flow freely, her mouth gapes as she quietly sobs, her chest heaves heavily Everything has boiled over; the façade of her reality has been broken in the cloak of the night Demons swarm her face, pin her to the bed as she relives what she’s worked so hard to forget Her mouth agape becomes their entrance, moving back into her, quickly finding their home again in her heart The tears slow, her chest rises and falls at an even speed and soon she drifts to sleep They’re sleeping now too: the thoughts, memories and demons, ...