tell me then
about all these changes
the life imagined
a place of familiarity
where
problems
no
longer
exist
tell me about
how we came here
the wrongdoings
of our actions
and we no longer
dream of the
life imagined
tell me then
how love no longer
lives in our homes
and about the times
we forgot to live
because we became
so busy in our minds
oh monsters
oh monsters
come to me
and show me
the secrets that
lurk beneath
oh monsters
oh monsters
in the dark
we sing
about ghost
who haunt
our dreams
oh monsters
oh monsters
come to eat
we have plenty
to share
and the sorrow
you need
oh monsters
oh monsters
i have in me
they scream
and shout
begging to be
f r e e
i take a few steps
back to look at the
scenery before me.
i wonder if maybe
i should spew the
words my heart
so much desires.
the scenery looks
like a wildfire filled
with disastrous
complications.
the scenery looks
to be filled with
more problems
than peace.
the scenery looks
like pain and
heartache.
the scenery looks
like a dead end
leading to absolutely
n o w h e r e .
these words will
only add more
fuel to a fire that
can’t be put out.
– my silence has always been the loudest conversation in the room
i have walked these
dreadful feet through
mud filled with agony,
hate, hurt, burden, and
loss. at the end of
the hard walk, i’ve
still found myself
standing in a dark
tunnel of madness.
the best times for me
are always in my
silence wondering
about nothing. yet,
still figuring myself
out all at the same time.
feeling some type of
comfort after a breath
in those times of needing
myself rather than
anybody else.
because i am loner with a soul and a heart of stone
i would never
suggest you
trying to be me.
for it is tiring
and sometimes
i cannot wrap
the things that
happen in my
brain.
for i always
feel the sense
of loss and
dream of it
often.
i hurt myself
with my own
thoughts.
i hurt myself
with every
moment i
think about
my past.
and when things settle,
there are times that i
don’t know who i am.
and how i got here.
i have found to be
that love is not
as cruel as people
make it out to be.
that although
painful, it is
worthwhile
to have love.
the love that
you have for
yourself,
within
y o u r s e l f .
the love for
yourself
that carries you
and takes you
across oceans.
a type of self-love
that no one can
take away,
no matter who
comes along.
a love for
yourself
that is worth
breathing in
and living.
a self-love that
you will wade for.
dear moon,
come sing to me
on the nights
i feel lonely.
know that you can
tell me your
darkest secrets
for i have them too.
please share with me
what the stars
have planned,
yet keep me
in suspense.
may i keep
you company?
you remind me
of myself.
sometimes i look
at you and wonder
if the clouds blanket
you with safety
when you don’t
want to be seen..
because the weight
of the world
probably rest on you,
knowing that i am
not the only person
writing this letter
to the moon.
i am the
ghost girl who
unknowingly
haunts your
lovers dreams
i am the
ghost girl who
unknowingly
knocks on
your lovers
mind
tell him
to stop
burning
candles
in my name
– is this the part where i apologize?
your
truth
never
set
me
free
i found the
truth lying
within the
folds of my
skin, hidden
in the corners
of my heart.
chicnerdreads 