As a tree, I was never fond of concrete
This solid mass that weighed upon my much mightier roots
I found no purpose for it
It just sat there, an unnatural substance
And these creatures called humans
They did not question it
While I honestly despised it
However... I believe that we have found some sort of common ground
Where our existences can coincide without such hatred
For five out of seven of these days I stand here
With this slab of grit by my side
There comes a human
She was always a small one, this human
With eyes a darker brown than that of my own skin
And small hands filled with that stick of wood and graphite
A bundle of white shee
June 4, 2012
Love
is making me crazy.
An itch that breaks the skin
and peels away in flakes
I can't resist scratching
tearing apart my chest
as a mother who loses her child in labor.
There's always the risk
that I'm a ghost to you.
That these fingertips
that whisper to you tales of imagoes
as they trail up your spine
are goose bumps
(at most)
that disappear
once the frost passes
My heart palpitates
CRASH
He climbs in through my window even though the door is unlocked.
We whisper to each other, unafraid
even as he stumbles in
with heavy boots and laughter.
We don't care if my mother hears;
we just prefer to be silent when we're together.
But she's not running up the stairs
to tell me I'm too young to feel this.
She's lying down on her bed
with a pounding headache.
With an empty Night Train bottle slipping from her grasp
ready to fall to the floor and crash.
May 25, 2012
Your eyes are gems of aquamarine
a river-water blue
that only seem to stimulate my passions
but what will protect me from the perils
of these tremulous waves?
The sun is burning my skin
and I'm too tentative
to dip my foot into your waters
despite their certain comforts
for fear I may stir the waves
and frighten the fish away.
Sailor, let my song
guide you through this stormy weather;
I assure you I am no siren
only a young girl lost at sea
who may, perchance, provide you
with no more security than a capsized boat.
And my song may be
nothin
You're Making Me Crazy by WinterCamryn, literature
Literature
You're Making Me Crazy
May 15, 2012
Help; I think I'm in love
and I don't know what to do.
I've never felt like this before
and I keep telling myself "It's wrong"
but how could it possibly be so?
You're making me crazy; I'm tearing at my skin
wanting this to get out of me
to abandon all hope and drive myself
off of a cliff
the free fall has got to be better
at least then I'll know I'm bound to crash.
No one ever taught me how to know
whether these whispers and strokes of fingertips
are more than j
Part One:
I look down at my arm dripping blood
I know I know better
But it hurt
The way you acted
When I called you
I could see the cuts that would be there soon
But you didn't you took it calmly
Making it worse
As I walked my nails started to dig
But I kept on walking
You are telling me I'm lying
But I'm telling you the truth
Why would I tell you she misunderstood
I could have just delt with it
Dumped her the end
Instead I called you to tell you
Tell you she thought I was dating her
I told you I was dealing with it
Telling the girl she misunderstood
You started joking around making little jokes
I said I would dump he
Through the autumn mist they show,
As they prepare for touch of snow;
In their final burst of flame,
Until warmth thaws the air again.
The little sparks, they flutter down,
To brush the stark and frozen ground;
They dance and ripple in the breeze,
For coming of the winter freeze.
In the air, they spiral by,
Then embers rest, to dull and die.