• My lips sewn shut with wire
    I die breathless
    If I stabbed my chest with a pen
    Would it pierce?
    If it did
    Would it strike my still beating heart?
    Or hit bone
    Would Lady Fate be cruel and smile sweetly
    As the tip bounces from my flesh, leaving me unharmed
    Or answer my twisted prayer and watch
    As my lives essence flows from my dying corpse
    Lady Fate strikes fast and swift
    Reasons unknown
    She does so however
    To show that she holds our very being in her icy claws
    I’m so transparent, you see through me
    At least some do
    Some see what they want to see
    They see an attitude
    A crazy girl
    A weirdo
    Who knows what they see
    I stopped caring a while ago
    I should probably
    But I can’t muster the effort to try
    Like a project for school
    It’ll come back to bite me later
    But it’ll have to catch me first
    Until then I’ll fly, far away
    Until one day my wings lose their feathers
    The bones decaying and crumbling away
    You must think this poem is depressing
    I think it’s tame
    Compared to my dreams
    My dreams of nothing
    Of darkness
    Negative space
    Only not so negative
    These are my thoughts out loud
    At least the ones that I can form into words
    Some images are too vivid for verbal expression
    I think life is like a good book
    You keep going and going
    Reading till’ the words blur and
    Your back aches from staying still so long
    You don’t want it to end
    You know it will though
    Some people fight it
    Read slower
    Try to savor the plot and relish the twists
    In the end it’s all futile
    The book ends
    The chapters stop
    It was all for naught
    You sit there thinking
    “Man, all that for nothing.”
    Or the few who think
    “I wonder if there’s a sequel.”
    There’s no sequel to life
    It’s a straight shot
    From beginning to end
    No middle
    No skimming ahead
    No skipping words
    It starts and stops
    Time doesn’t though
    Try all you might
    Walk slower
    Turn off all clocks and watches
    It won’t work
    Some people are arrogant
    They think death will give them time
    Spare them and take someone else in their stead
    Yeah, sure
    They think time will stop if they so much as bat a lash
    Here’s a message for them
    Not happening
    They try to defy time
    Their flesh, once young and firm
    Now lined and weathered with age
    Bones, once strong and flexible
    Now brittle and stiff
    Like a tornado
    Time does not differentiate
    Think what you want to
    It doesn’t
    Think about it
    I do, don’t say you don’t as well
    I think I was an angel at some point
    My wings powder white and beautiful
    My halo gleaming and golden in heavens light
    Now my halo is rusted
    The magnificence diminished by time
    My wings are broken and my feathers gone
    The bone cracked and turning to dust
    Bloody gashes in the flesh of my back
    The only proof of their once magnificent existence
    Remnant of a used-to-be person
    Story of my life