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ZombiesLook at you all.
Trudging along like
Completely ignoring reality.
Do it all over again.
Makes me sick.
What are you even working for?
Death doesnt need work.
Death is coming for you
Whether you like it or not.
So I ask again
What are you working for?
Do you have some
Some sort of
False sense of justice
Do you think youre working
Because you should?
Because it helps society?
Its what you should do?
Or are you honest enough
That you only do it for the money?
Its all about money
With you, isnt it?
Are the only things that matter.
Because who cares
If youre actually good
As long as you sleep
On a bed
I see it.
I see the greed in your eyes.
The green glimmer
The only thing
Besides the dead
Of a brainwashed soul.
Is it you?
Or is it
Body ScreamingYoure empty.
You dont even know how,
But youre completely hollow.
But you need to fill the hole
You dont even know exists.
Anything to fill the void.
Theres a hunger that you cant even place
Because its not in your stomach
And its not in your throat
And its not in your lungs
Or anywhere else that you can feed.
You have oxygen
And youve taken in calories
And youve got all the water youll ever need.
Is it love?
Is it hope?
Is it something you used to possess
Long before this moment
Back when you knew you were full?
When you didnt know you were complete
Simply because you didnt know what it felt like
To not be whole?
Because Lord knows youve tried those things
And they never helped.
But they didnt seem to make it worse.
Maybe you could try again
And maybe this time
It would be right.
And you would know, because people would look at you
A ConversationI left when the third vase shattered.
She was more violent tonight than usual. Usually it was only a picture frame or one of the nine BEST MOM EVER mugs I'd made for her in school, back before I knew what irony was. Tonight it was three vases, though I'm sure a fourth plastic orchid was evicted from its residence soon after I left.
It was freezing out. I watched the condensation on the leaves shiver and crystallize as I walked between the rows of immaculately unkempt shrubs. She never was one to care for anything that strove to survive in this world. I zipped my hoodie up higher and headed down the road, eager to walk in every direction that wasn't towards home.
Two Strokes songs and an Adele ballad later, I was in the dying heart of the city. The neon signs around me promised GRA F OD and LO , OW PRI ES, but I wasn't interested. It was past midnight, but I didn't trust the town to leave me alone. I turned my music up louder and hoped Axl Rose would keep the homeless at ba
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
.the sun did not
kiss my skin
yesterday, he slept
face around noon
and then went back
to bed; the
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Giving UpYoull never give up,
I get the sentiment,
I really do.
You show up
When I think its done
And remind me
That itll never end.
Even if you stay away
I know the ghost
Will haunt us both
As long as we live
Together or apart.
Theres nothing you can do
That will fix things.
There really isnt.
Youre wrong either way.
If you stop,
Well both feel the void.
And if you keep on
Reminding me of what was
And what isnt
And what could have been
Then youll just draw out the pain
For us both.
I cant tell you
Which is really better,
Though I know which one
Id rather have.
You do realize what you do to me,
You know that each message,
Each picture is another
Knife against my heart.
I dont care what they say,
Because heres what I hear:
And you broke me
But thats okay
Because I can be fixed.
So thanks for that.
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