This Used to be our Bench by poeknowsprose, literature
Literature
This Used to be our Bench
I walked down the winding path, so narrow and so tedious to navigate, by myself. It was dark, but I knew the way well since you and I had been here many times before. As I made my way farther and farther down the path to my intended destination, I held the picture of you close to my chest. I felt raindrops start to fall down from the sky, but I did not quicken my pace. I only held your picture closer to me. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this walk, for it was the last time I knew I would walk down this path, our path ever again.
I had a hood I could’ve covered my hair with to keep myself dry, but I didn’t. You loved the rain
I know myself, tonight. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
I know myself, tonight.
I sit while I smoke on my balcony, wondering how long this feeling will last.
The burn in my throat reminding me of all the times I've been here, in the recent, yet deceptively long-ago-story it births in me.
I write, misspelling. I see the world through a particular viewfinder, I connect with the music in a way i have missed. Let me close my eyes for a moment, and contemplate the darkness in its most colorful state.
I know you, I say to myself smiling.. Where have you been hiding?
Right here, I respond while taking a long drag, holding it, until I exhale clear-smoke-free-air. Now I feel you.
My knowledge takes over & auto pilot seems like
Im standing in a crowd,
My eyes taking me around like a cloud.
To the right- a woman in a tutu swirling
I wasnt the only one, fifty others were watching, enjoying!
How did she get all that attention? Mere dance?
Or did she cast a spell to steal a glance?
To the left- My ears then distracted me-
To the sound of a child laughing uncontrollably.
How does this innocence exist in this world of cruelty?
How can he smile like that? How can he be so carefree?
Now to the left my sight caught hers
Beautiful, blue-green windows to the universe!
Beautiful, eccentric, exotic pair of eyes,
Why dont I own such powerful lens that can s
You told me you wouldn't leave me!
put it down, please, lets talk...
You said you would love me forever!!
Don't, it can't end like this, what are you doing?
You said you were mine!
It's not that simple...wait..
You told me you loved me!
I did, I do…
STOP FUCKING LYING!
i'm not, I swear..
YOU SAID YOU WERE THE ONE!
[the sound of the revolver releasing the cylinder, reverberates and ricochets throughout the abandoned space.]
p..please, let me go
put your back against mine!
PLEASE DONT DO THIS, I LOVE YOU
You should have stayed by my side
I didn't have a choice! believe me !!
goodnight, my love, sweet dreams
no, NO!! STOP! DON'T I...
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Doubting myself so much, that the feeling of confidence seems too fleeting to be enjoyed.
Worried about showing parts of myself that prove, I am full of imperfections and scarifications; just as I know it all too well, I fear others will know it too.
Afraid of going out on a limb, incase I fall, fail or make a fool of myself.
Anxious to live in the moment, eager to leave my footprints behind, uncertain of the possibilities.
Uneasy one day, over the moon the next, the extremes that come with living in the middle of failure and success.
Easily inspired, readily creative, openly artistic, seemingly unappreciated.
Judgemental of myself, my looks
Wrath~
Deceived, confused and abandoned;
A state that cannot be mended.
He stood there looking into his past, he then closed his eyes,
saw his big brother walk right into his demise.
"Such a selfish act to be carried out by my selfless big brother? So unfair!!!
Written off, forgotten, why didn't anybody care?
Hatred ran through his veins,
Anger and despair tied his heart in chains.
His heart rusted and was soon as cold as winter,
Rage took over and turned him into a sinner!
He sliced and destroyed everything in his way,
He caused bloodshed and sorrow, night and day!
As he saw his sword dripping blood,
He also saw his eyes
Little, amazing, fucked up, me. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Little, amazing, fucked up, me.
I get along with people who smoke weed, who have done MDMA, who have tripped donkey balls on LSD. I get along with people who have a mushroom experience… to tell, a drunken story that is unbeatable, a rebellious reminiscence, that makes me feel alive.
I get along with the fucked up kids.
I get along with the kids, who do not fit in with the mainstream crowd.
I get along with the misfits, who doubt themselves and ask themselves daily "why am I here?"
I get along with those who don't judge, but who are judged.
I get along with those who appreciate reality, in its most deformed, diluted, and incomprehensible state.
Normal is overrated.
Dear once lover. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Dear once lover.
You stole my confidence; you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it in the black hole of your absence.
You used my patience; you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.
You decapitated our relationship; you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.
You cut up my affections; you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.
You broke my heart. You took it in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, and you shattered it across my future with you.
You shocked me to my core, a surrea