Bury the embers of our once bright flame,
Stomp the dirt so they may never burn again,
Pray for rain so they may never rekindle,
The death our love,
Made to sound so simple,
Forget to mention the warmth that flame provided,
Why choose to remember only how it divided,
We once burnt bright as any star in the sky,
Only to discover, the brightest stars start to die,
So make a wish for every star that you see, for we don’t know who’s love each star may be.
A life spent in service, though not many know, a nameless face helping in every store that you go,
A thankless job, yet expectations are exceeded, but yet still no one can acknowledge you’re needed,
A faceless name on the other end of the phone, takes all your abuse for companies they don’t own,
The customers don’t care and the bosses don’t either, although without you, there wouldn’t be neither.
He was angry, he was hurt, his heart all muddied, dragged though the dirt, he felt a pain that had left him cold, his inner child could not bear this world,
Try as he may to find his peace, his sorrow he could not release, until one very fateful day, his inner child came out to play,
For he met a girl who could reach inside, he no longer felt the need to hide, as she knew his trauma and she knew his pain, she knew the feeling of being left in the rain.
One final glass of whiskey neat, I lie to myself as I repeat, so lonely in this crowded place, where souls come to surrender. Where the fight is done, the pretence of peace has become a house of splendor. Just a moment’s peace in chaotic surrounding, for the morning after, my head starts pounding, so just one more please, so I may release what weights heavy on my heart.
For my days are spent in concentration, on tasks for which I have no patience, how I wish I could do just what I loved, instead I’m here beneath your thumb, my body and soul don’t move as one, I dread the person I’ve become, so one more glass until I’m done, just one more glass to leave me numb.
By now you can tell that I’m lying, to empty the bottle is what I’m trying, so fill my cup and hold the ice, you’ve filled it once, now fill it twice, pour one for every morbid soul that frequents your house with sordid goals, to numb their pain is all they’re trying, such a lively house filled with the dying.
She was a dreamer, a believer, filled with hope from head to toe, he lived in the real world, a cruel world, his hope spent long ago,
Always so close, but never within reach, the hope inside her written words, the sadness in his speech,
See he had been knocked down before, more times than he could count, this world had dealt him many blows, that he would rather not account
Now she was on a different path, her road so soft and free, sheltered from the ugly truth of this world’s misery,
But yet they felt drawn together, ironic as it seems, for he sheltered her from harm, as she sewed his heart back together at the seams
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Thoughts of death lately seem to fill my mind, clock watching for gate keepers occupies my time, dark thoughts so suffocating, swallowing the shine, sadness behind the biggest smiles, standard answer, I’m fine,
It’s my choice to suffer in silence, all who care have tried their best, carry the world upon my shoulders, yet can’t seem to lift this weight upon my chest, well put together on the surface, yet beneath I am a mess, the long sleep grows more appealing, if I may, I must confess,
Do more, say less, pats on the back, they’re so impressed, always giving and giving has left me stressed, all these expectations of my best have left me without rest, as I spiral through a hornets nest of intrusive thoughts I can’t digest, but I’m needed so I must digress, your love is the only reason all hope hasn’t died yet…
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
Empty, hollow, a never ending void, the way you left me feeling when you left my heart destroyed,
Shattered, broken, a mere shell of a man, your actions were so ruthless I simply could not understand,
Lost, anxious, hopelessly depressed, questioning my worth because I gave you nothing but my best,
Shocked, confused, where’s my self respect? I invited all this pain when I accepted this neglect
Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,
Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,
I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,
A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…
Pandora Poems 