Oblivion

When I was
a child,
I used to dread
the thought of death,

not because I
would be alive no longer,
but because it meant
that I would forget.

Now, two decades
and
a million missteps later,
I cannot at times help but think

that to be able to forget
not only a life’s pain
but also all its joy and love
might just be the kindest thing.

Sometimes you have no choice

Trouble has always found me
and, if i were to be honest,
i gave up trying to escape it
a long, long time ago.
.
All i do now is wait,
Living so that when the moment comes,
my destiny will find me on my feet,
instead of on my knees.

The One Thing

Is it really so difficult to do?
The one thing I truly ask of you?
Anything for me, you’d always say
So please leave me alone, get out of my way.

There’s nothing for you here,
and my patience is thinning.
I’m tired of your lies,
this cycle of atonement and sinning.
Go where you must,
you know i will not stop you,
turn into fire or dust,
there’s nothing left to be true to.
Continue or cease breathing,
Just leave me alone.
Your heart may be bleeding,
but mine has turned to stone.

And i shall not ask again
so don’t mistake this for a request
You may want to haunt the city of men,
but, leave me to find my rest.
And, so, don’t come knocking on my door.
for if you do, you’ll find it barred.
You may delight in sleeping on the cold hard floor,
but i’ve had my fill of scars.
And, i know you think, you truly believe
that my hatred will come to an end,
but what you want, you will never receive
And you will think thrice before calling me a friend.

So, please, leave me alone and get out of my way.
Anything for me, you would always say
Then why is it so hard for you to do
the one thing that i truly ask of you?

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Prompt: First three lines from 14.03.2013

Advocatus Diaboli

10.02.2013

I advocate
for the Devil

and believe
that God is dead,

Jesus Christ, I’m
surely going

to burn in
eternal Hell

Unless the Buddha
can save me

with some
enlightenment

But, is there
really a soul?

Tell me, who
can really tell?

Hell Hath No Fury…

13.05.2013

Do not think me weak,
I’m no helpless bird
No damsel in a window; 
The worst is just beginning.

I’m a woman, boy,
have you not yet heard?
We’re all born exquisitely
professional at sinning.

You say Emo as if it were a bad thing…

15.11.2012

And, as completely wretched
as things may seem to go,
the one thing that
I know
is how
that memory of
the laugh in your soul
shall help me brave the cold.

The I of the Storm

13.10.2012

I have a confession to make.
Yes, I’m afraid there is just the one;
You see, I’ve run out of time,
I’m afraid of the morning, afraid of the sun.

You must understand the urgency,
it keeps me from rhyming;
but, as you would know, best of all,
It really is all in the timing.

I think I have a penchant for being distressed;
It seems as if I thrive in chaos, relish in the pain;
On good days, it seems like a clever battle plan,
Oh, Hide in the sunlight, only to fight in the rain?

After all, I am no girl; only a storm wearing skin,
and you were just the only place that i had left to go;
but you are always found out by your sins,
and, on your door, i shall cast a shadow nevermore.

But as i leave, i would just say one thing?
and i hope that you will understand my turning,
Is it such a crime to welcome the rain
when you find your world just won’t stop burning?