Thorns, Thistle and Bramble by MakaykayFOshizzle, literature
Literature
Thorns, Thistle and Bramble
It’s not that I don’t care, and I know it’s not that you don’t either. We’re both just lost: busy in our minds and stuck in the thorn bushes. I’ve taken my cutters and trimmed the weeds away, but you let them grow back like gravity pulls me down. And now, I’m overgrown and my skin is red and raw; these thorns are hugging tighter than before.
But I smile. I close my eyes and smile, squeezing my lids shut, holding back every tear I can.
“I’m sorry,” you say, as I snip the green stems growing around your face. “You’re a great friend.”
I reach for you, but my skin tea
I bet you taste like sweet cherries;
Your soft pink lips are tempting me
To peck you once, or twice, or more,
And fill the gap against contour.
I looked at you, now thrice I've seen.
A king of rule, and I his queen.
But alas it's mind's sick games
To see a body and give it names;
Hallucinate, and call it yours,
To bring a sense of bliss, assured.
When all it is, is little lies,
As sweet as poison cherry pie.
Caught in a Rainstorm by MakaykayFOshizzle, literature
Literature
Caught in a Rainstorm
I woke up half past two that day,
Filled with lead my body weighed
At least a ton or two, I'd say;
I couldn't rise from where I lay.
There were torrential rains inside
My mind and floods came out my eyes,
I tried,
I tried to stop the tide,
Tsunamis fought back; I tried.
I tried.
I thought I saw your smirk that noon
Before the clouds conceived ruin
And took your grace away from me
If only for a moment's time,
I assured myself you would be mine,
If not today
Another time.
It was three days before your grace
Awoke from slumber and kissed my face.
I berated you and still you glowed,
Apologized with warm yellow.
How could I ever tell you no?
Toes in sand, I look up high,
Blinded by the ocean sky,
Wincing, squinting,
I wonder why,
Why our light remains so shy,
Miles up amongst the sky.
It shines and burns the people so,
And yet, our love, it seems to grow
For something vast and years away,
Bringing health, pushing ill below,
With distance leaves humans mellow.
But face to face there would be nil,
Distance is beauty, and near is kill,
It's safe to say that looks deceive,
I'd rather stay amidst the chill
In the sand, far away by will,
Or watching from my windowsill.
When bright rays
And blue sky,
White clouds,
And subtle breeze,
The soft sweet voice,
Caress,
Lick of the air,
Seem to trickle away,
I get the rain.
The puffy coats
And mangled hair,
Rubber boots
And wardrobe malfunctions.
I'm drenched;
Sodden and grey.
Hiding under umbrellas and hoods,
Afraid of a single drop.
It would tarnish me.
Closed windows,
Shut curtains,
Anything to mask the melancholy.
But the sound overpowers.
It patters my brain,
And I succumb
To the devilish torture
Of lost beauty.
And then, my friend,
My sun, my shine,
Pushes through the clouds with force,
Kisses my face
And pinkens my skin.
And I pull the rays closer
Into deep
Submerged in deep blue
and broken frames,
the soft hum of nothingness
barricades
the entry way
to temporary freedom.
When warmth and soft cushion
do nothing
but intrigue,
and hours
of pressure on calloused feet
persuade
the dark silence
is brighter,
louder,
more persistent.
Your name
still waltzes
on the tip of my tongue.
Thorns, Thistle and Bramble by MakaykayFOshizzle, literature
Literature
Thorns, Thistle and Bramble
It’s not that I don’t care, and I know it’s not that you don’t either. We’re both just lost: busy in our minds and stuck in the thorn bushes. I’ve taken my cutters and trimmed the weeds away, but you let them grow back like gravity pulls me down. And now, I’m overgrown and my skin is red and raw; these thorns are hugging tighter than before.
But I smile. I close my eyes and smile, squeezing my lids shut, holding back every tear I can.
“I’m sorry,” you say, as I snip the green stems growing around your face. “You’re a great friend.”
I reach for you, but my skin tea
I bet you taste like sweet cherries;
Your soft pink lips are tempting me
To peck you once, or twice, or more,
And fill the gap against contour.
I looked at you, now thrice I've seen.
A king of rule, and I his queen.
But alas it's mind's sick games
To see a body and give it names;
Hallucinate, and call it yours,
To bring a sense of bliss, assured.
When all it is, is little lies,
As sweet as poison cherry pie.
Caught in a Rainstorm by MakaykayFOshizzle, literature
Literature
Caught in a Rainstorm
I woke up half past two that day,
Filled with lead my body weighed
At least a ton or two, I'd say;
I couldn't rise from where I lay.
There were torrential rains inside
My mind and floods came out my eyes,
I tried,
I tried to stop the tide,
Tsunamis fought back; I tried.
I tried.
I thought I saw your smirk that noon
Before the clouds conceived ruin
And took your grace away from me
If only for a moment's time,
I assured myself you would be mine,
If not today
Another time.
It was three days before your grace
Awoke from slumber and kissed my face.
I berated you and still you glowed,
Apologized with warm yellow.
How could I ever tell you no?
Toes in sand, I look up high,
Blinded by the ocean sky,
Wincing, squinting,
I wonder why,
Why our light remains so shy,
Miles up amongst the sky.
It shines and burns the people so,
And yet, our love, it seems to grow
For something vast and years away,
Bringing health, pushing ill below,
With distance leaves humans mellow.
But face to face there would be nil,
Distance is beauty, and near is kill,
It's safe to say that looks deceive,
I'd rather stay amidst the chill
In the sand, far away by will,
Or watching from my windowsill.
When bright rays
And blue sky,
White clouds,
And subtle breeze,
The soft sweet voice,
Caress,
Lick of the air,
Seem to trickle away,
I get the rain.
The puffy coats
And mangled hair,
Rubber boots
And wardrobe malfunctions.
I'm drenched;
Sodden and grey.
Hiding under umbrellas and hoods,
Afraid of a single drop.
It would tarnish me.
Closed windows,
Shut curtains,
Anything to mask the melancholy.
But the sound overpowers.
It patters my brain,
And I succumb
To the devilish torture
Of lost beauty.
And then, my friend,
My sun, my shine,
Pushes through the clouds with force,
Kisses my face
And pinkens my skin.
And I pull the rays closer
Into deep
Submerged in deep blue
and broken frames,
the soft hum of nothingness
barricades
the entry way
to temporary freedom.
When warmth and soft cushion
do nothing
but intrigue,
and hours
of pressure on calloused feet
persuade
the dark silence
is brighter,
louder,
more persistent.
Your name
still waltzes
on the tip of my tongue.
i
i’d tell you I hated you
if you had a voice or a face,
or any sense of tangibility aside
from the spider fingers you use
to crawl through my brain
you are not beautiful, like
all the other poets protest. you
are the red in my eye, like
a pen bled; the ragged to
my fingernails, the hitch of my breath
when it catches in my throat.
ii
before i go, i’ll write a million letters (a million
pennies for my thoughts, bitter, embedded
under my tongue) and send them to people
i’ve never met, telling them how my eyes were blue
when i was little but now are the same gray
i’m choking on, how i am maddie and how that’s s
I miss you
Even though I never got to see you
Never got to hold you
And never got to play with you
One day maybe we can meet
Then I can tell you all
The pain I felt when we
Had to say 'Goodbye' before saying 'Hello'
But know that you
Were always loved
You'll never be forgotten
As you are in my eyes, my child
I've always wished
That hearts were made with pencils.
So when it gets broken,
Or stabbed,
You can just draw a new piece
And be back to normal.
If there were any regrets,
They'd be erased away.
A happy heart
Would be more often.
But then again,
Who wants something that smears?
rip flesh from bone,
a dirty mess i'll leave to the
living to clean.
i'm numb, and a zombie,
and i roam this earth with
no intent to live,
breath,
eat,
or feel.
i let pain jolt my body,
and tear my body,
and rip it to shreds.
and i smile because
of the way it feels,
and how i know that
one day i'll be free beyond
belief.