Do you believe in the lies that we painted on these plain white walls?
Hand in hand together, like children, drawing scrawls?
When our mothers came too late we picked up the pieces of our past.
We never thought the echoes of our laughter would be our last.
When we see the painted walls at which the older we became.
The noise became too much.
The pain became a game.
The lies upon these walls they are painted on with red.
The scrawls symbolize the tears.
The blood the fears we bred.
Welcome to this homely place where nothing van escape.
It’s you and me forever.
In this living masquerade.
Do you believe in lies that are painted on these walls.
Painted on as children.
We grew up now it falls.
The older that we get the more it fades away.
The longer I’m awake.
The more I feel astray.
Believe in what we must.
That I may see.
That all these scars will heal.
Bout our wounds were meant to bleed.
By 'Soul to Keep'
The origin of every fortune is a crime.
The ides of March are a dangerous time.
The ideas of March originate in wind.
Madness may spring from a mind that hasn’t sinned.
The guides of March have scary stories to tell.
The family money came from a corpse and an oil well.
The editors of March fly to the moon and bring back April.
The original sinner has learned to shave and say “I will.”
You can trace each legacy back to the day
when the ides of March exposed the ego’s feet of clay.
The dice of March roll on the green felt tabletop.
The suicides of March drive past the octagonal sign: Stop!
On the dais of March sit the deceased father and mother.
Every happy family is different from every other.
The Atlantic. March 2011
To my Achilles Heel
One river leads to heaven or hell,
meandering like a path into Wonderworld
Swearing upon a smile worth dying for,
we dived head first into the river Styx with hearts like a lion's
Our fears washed away
You and me against the world
Our aegis spread his arms to shield us from the wars raging above
Thunder bolts roared and howled,
but we were bulletproof,
safely tucked away in the far end of the galaxy
A flaw in my armor
Pierced by one fatal blow,
my corpse cried its last tear into the Styx
The voice of Cassandra ringed in my ears
Gone with my breath was my soul
You are my Achilles heel.
Steph Cheng, 2018
It's better when the lights are off,
you shine brighter like the stars.
I feel you nearer, I see you clearer,
when we close our eyes in the dark.
to breathe in the scent of you and the countryside,
to leave our fears in the metropolis and city lights,
makes me love you and nature in its simplest form,
from it you came, that I could have sworn.
Lunar, March 2016
Addiction is addiction is addiction is addiction
3 parts fantasy and 3 parts fiction
Something which should be served a notice of eviction
Because all that it is, is a freeloading friction
It's a pariah parasitical
A conning, conniving disease of level critical
That turns people into puppets pitiful
No longer complete individuals
Alessandra Liverani, 2005
I am coming to get you, yes I am,
and I will get you however I can,
burning like lava through your eager viens.
I am free to damage you, I have no reigns.
I will take you to heaven for a 2 minute trip,
then after that my darkness shall let rip,
I will leave you with clouded eyes,
and shaking hands,
all plans of the future will be put on hold,
there you will sit alone and cold.
you will feel so sick you cannot think,
you will neglect yourself and begin to stink,
I will rob you of all your friends,
you will lose interest in all todays trends,
I will be on your mind every second of the day,
your life will lose direction,
and become a tragic timeless play,
and knowing all this you still come to me,
to receive the kiss of short term bliss.
it’s ironic to say the least,
that to find a little escape,
you have to release the beast,
I do not pity you,
I survive on people like you.
Not Long Left, 2005
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Missing I am, the leaves
As they change to match the lovely color of your hair
Missing I am, your arm around me as we walk through the crisp fall air
Missing the trees, evergreen your favorite
And missing the green color in your eyes
Missing the lips that when they took me
I couldn’t even kiss goodbye
In me your light did shine with me even in my darkest times
Your encouraging words echoed in my mind
And flowed right through this hand of mine
Kelsey Youst, 2020
Looking forward with fear I stare.
I face the mirror to see there.
I've lost my family, my friends are few.
You've controlled my life but now I'm through.
I'm finally strong enough to fight.
By myself I'll make this right.
I've lived in Hell with my demon.
I've done your deeds a life of scheming.
All I've loved I've lost no hope.
All that's left is you and dope.
Seeing life smoked through a glass.
To erase the memories from my past.
With every hit I kept you strong.
I've stayed weak for far too long.
I'm taking back all you stole.
My life, my love, my world, my soul.
Today's the day I leave this jail.
So take your demon and go to Hell.
S. Raine 2008
To try to speak, and miss the way
And ask it of the Tears,
Is Gratitude’s sweet poverty,
The Tatters that he wears—
A better Coat if he possessed
Would help him to conceal,
Not subjugate, the Mutineer
Whose title is “the Soul.”
Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
Brick by brick
I built this wall
My wall of protection
Is what it was called
Safe and guarded
No one could get inside
Too afraid and unsure
Behind my wall I did hide
But this sense of loneliness
Became so strong overtime
So brick by brick
I started to climb
To escape this prison
I myself created
Where I wasn’t protected
Behind my wall
I couldn’t possible live
And through this wall
None of myself could I possibly give
So now it is life
That I choose to pick
I will tear down this wall
Brick by brick.
Kelsey Yost, October 2010
I'm watching that bottle in shame
Crouched over in physical pain
I want it to eradicate what I feel
I swallow as much as I can
And suddenly all is ok
Its okay you two fell out of love
and that you broke my heart at a tender age
its okay if you leave and we go our separate ways
Because I'm numb to whatever comes next
Some may say I am dancing with the devil
And so I am; but I will never fall in love
I know his evil ways
I've been down that lonely path
I'm not as naive as you may think
I only let you believe I am weak
This is my game to hide my heart from you
So you can't see all the talent I possess
I can walk away just as fast as I came
And you'll be wishing I never left
You'll be calling out my name
Crouched over in emotional pain
And ill be laughing to myself thinking
Now who wants that bottles shame?
Kim Haslam, 2009
So many things shape what we become
Minute to large influences add up to one sum
Many individuals have touched our paths
From the preachers who preached to our folks who gave baths
And those parents must have shown us a lesson or two
And our teachers often taught us the false and the true
Even neighbors who helped with a requisite loan
Or relatives we'd only met on the phone
Without any we'd be somehow different today
If still present we're thankful for the roles that they play
But it's hard to believe you've touched someone the same
They may not have known you or even your name
But believe that we're significant in this brief life
We help one another through lessons and strife
There's hope and there's friendship with others who care
We're never alone in these lives that we share
So let fellowship grow among women and men
And be blessed with gladness again and again.
Derrick J. Shoemaker, 2007
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley, 1875
There was this perfect world
Inside my mind
Where it was okay
To sometimes run and hide,
To give up hope
I did refuse
On my ability to moderately use
To control myself
And not abuse
So my true self
I would not lose
But the truth in this
I did find
That this paradise
Inside my mind
Turned out to be
The perfect lie.
Kelsey Yost, 2020