Like a falling tree
in an empty forest,
is there a sound
when you weep alone...
DestinyI was tired of not having anything to do on a Saturday night, and so I decided, fuck it... I'm gonna go to this meetup. It was the so-called Mature Lonely Hearts Club and I knew that only older folks would be there. But I just didn't care... I needed to get out and be with actual people.
I arrived at the restaurant at 7 PM sharp. It had been closed for several years and was now finally reopened. I couldn't remember if I had ever been there before.
"Hi! Welcome and Happy Holidays! Party of one?"
"No... I'm supposed to meet a group actually... it's the Lonely Hearts Cl-"
"Ah... they're right over here."
The maître d' led me to a large table against the windows and facing the road. There were settings for about twelve but there was just one person there, an older gentleman who looked to be in his late fifties.
"Here you are! And have a wonderful evening!"
I looked at the table a second time and decided that I wanted to sit in the second to last seat, not the
Keeping it togetherWhen you ask me if I'm ok
that's precisely when I fall apart
because if anyone asks me that question
it means that a seam is showing...
Tiny little screechesI sat and wept quietly
as I watched a woman
who had been suckling her baby
then get up to leave
and as she gently placed it
back in its carrier
the baby started crying
those tiny little screeches
not the grating kind
but the beautiful kind
beautiful because they didn't emanate from greed
but the pure innocence
of something newly entered into the world.
It was a reminder of how dependent
we all once were on others
in the beginning
and how so many of us get lost
in this world
and have no one.
ConnectionI don't think we're friends,
and then you asked me
"What makes a "friend?"
Friends are available.
Friends take a certain amount of risk with another.
Friends don't care about the medium,
or the time.
But you said "no" too many times,
and you can certainly say "no",
and I'll never completely know why.
Like a computer,
I could never fully understand,
and you could never fully communicate,
your entire state of mind:
your memories at that time.
And I can't hold it against you.
But you said "no",
and I wish I were wrong,
and I wish you would correct me,
but I don't think we're friends.
ConfessionThe table stops talking.
She starts telling her story,
and someone asks,
“Why do you hate yourself so much?”
She doesn’t want to answer,
stops and searches for words,
but they pour out of her mouth anyway.
The room starts collapsing,
and she feels the walls of judgment close in.
She implodes into a bundle of shakes
submerged in a puddle of tears.
Eventually the wailing
turns into crying,
turns into whimpering,
turns into hyperventilating,
turns into breathing.
Her eyes finally close,
while in the arms of the one she secretly loves,
who caresses her hair
wipes her tears
and watches her,
until she falls asleep.
Scar tissueWhen you beat me with your slipper and belt
just because it was too early to laugh and play,
that’s when I learned to fear my father.
When you had me in a headlock and told me
never to brag about being smart
even though I quietly did my best in school,
that’s when I learned to be ashamed of the things I was good at.
When you two chased me all the way home
screaming FAGGOT at me the whole time,
that’s when I learned I was not the same as anyone else.
When when you laughed at me
for telling you why I was crying
when I came home from school that day,
that’s when I learned to be ashamed of who I was.
And then when you found me in your clothing
and threatened to tell everybody in my school,
that’s when I learned to fear my mother.
When you shouted at me YOU SUCK
at something I was wheedled into doing
but never claimed that I was good at,
that’s when I learned never to try new things.
And then when you picked me up
and threw me down to the
InvitationIt is lonelier to be at a crowded party
with no one talking to you except saying "hi"
than it is to be by yourself in a dark bedroom
and crying into your plushies.
DistanceDon’t tell me I’m smart
I don’t like being told any of these things
because the moment I’m not
you’ll push me off the very pedestal
you just put me on
like the statue of a fallen despot.
So just talk to me,
End The Hate (Gay Rights Poem)I was walking with my husband,
During the month of May.
His name is Bobby,
And I'm Adam Galloway.
We were holding hands,
We were happy as can be;
And then we met a stranger,
And he said to me:
"Look here at the faggots!
You're ruining my path!
I hate you gay ass fuckers,
Now you'll feel my wrath!"
The man pulled out a gun,
He aimed it at my head;
Bobby jumped in front of me -
Poor Bobby is now dead.
I caught his falling body,
As the stranger ran away.
I lost the love of my life,
All because we're gay.
He risked his life for me,
For Adam Galloway.
His name is Bobby G.
He died for being gay...
I was eating with my wife,
We were on a date.
Her name is Sarah,
My name is Deven Kate.
We got kicked out for kissing,
So we approached our car;
And what we both had seen,
Was pretty bizzare.
Our tires had been popped,
Our windows had been smashed,
The back seat was on fire;
So we both had dashed.
We didn't get that far,
When a girl got in our way;
She said to us, "Now burn!
RapeI am a 17 year old girl
My eyes sparkle in the daylight
I have a smile that can light up the whole room
I have an amazing family
My friends are the best that anyone could ever ask for
My boyfriend is amazing
Someday I am going to live in a big pretty house just like the one I grew up in
When I graduate I am going to go to a good college and learn to do my dream job
After college I am going to marry my prince charming
And we will live happily ever after
I will have beautiful children
And I will love them with all of my heart
And when they grow up I will become a grandmother
When the time comes I will die peacefully in my sleep with my loyal husband at my side
I have a perfect life.
I am a seventeen year old girl
My tears glisten in the cold moonlight
My smile, like me, is broken and fake
I am all alone
With friends that will never understand
And an ex boyfriend who is wondering what he did wrong
My big house is filled with emptiness and shattered dreams
At school my classmates happy
Crona's PoemMy blood is black,
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,
The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?
Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,
Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,
Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,
Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,
The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,
Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,
She praised me and gave a grin
I felt horrible and my stomach started to spin,
The killings were people from then on out,
I murdered without a single doubt,
Then I met Maka and tried to kill her too,
But she told me that we could be friends and pulled me through,
Now that I think on what I've done,
I don't deserve her,
I don't deserve anyone,
All this kindness being shown,
I'm Sorry MommyPlease don't do it
I promise to be good
Just don't hurt me again
I promise not to talk anymore
Mommy I'm sorry
Please stop showing me the pictures
I know he is gone I miss him too
Stop rubbing him in my face..
Mommy I'm sorry
I love you so much
Please stop hurting me
Can't you see I'm already doing that
Please don't give me the bottle..
I don't wanna drink tonight
I'm so sorry Mommy
Mommy please stop
Why do you do that?
Please leave my body alone..
I thought it was pretty before,,
Why must you keep hurting me with your words?
They make the voices worse
They tell me I'm such a horrible daughter
Mommy I'm sorry
I just wanted to express myself
Please don't punish me any longer
Please don't take away my gateways
Why do you keep hurting me?
I only love you..
Yet you despise me to no end
Mommy I love you..
Please just love me back
and these bones are hollowat my worst, it didn't even
occur to me that
there was anything different than the norm.
it never crossed my mind to weigh options because,
there was only one and it was already lying across my shoulder blades and
pressing me firm into the ground whispering
"this is the only way"
and so i always assumed it was.
if it was said, it had to be true and
i wasn't about to be original, because
originality is overrated or
originality doesn't make you friends because
i learned people don't like change and if you're original,
you're different, and different is weird because it
mixes up routine and
creatures of habit don't much like to be mixed up:
to have our brains shaken until our worlds are spinning around us so fast we can't keep our footing and
when they finally stop
and we finally get back up,
we can't tell if we're standing on the ground or
on the sky.
and that was the entire problem with me:
i shook people up.
they didn't know the difference be
here's to losing youhey, wow,
great! you do!
are you happy?
no, but here, have my
see me turn myself
upside down when we run
into each other.
while you are shaking hands
and kissing babies
still smiling for smiling's sake,
I've seen the real you
crying into wine. I've felt you
stain my shirt black-streaked
with hidden away things
creased things, folded
and in the process, you
soaked my soul in
spooning your vulnerability
was better than
in one blind night,
better than the electric jolts
you sent burning up my arms
when you grabbed my hand
one day, out of the clear blue,
better than that first kiss
when both our tensions
dissolved into each other
like butter in a hot pan.
nothing has quite matched the night
when I saw you naked, saw you
emotionally undress for the first time: