Rock Paper Scissors by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
Rock Paper Scissors
My heart is stone but I’m happy with the weight. Each hit to it reverberates, creates a melody, my bones dance like keys. Much better to hurt others than be hurt. Much better to have broken bones than a broken heart. Look into my eyes, do they look like chocolate now? All soft and warm, for you? No, I don’t believe so. Your eyes are storms and mine are mudslides waiting to kill. Our words are still sweet, playing pretend, maybe even lost in what might have been. But time has made me stronger and time has pushed us apart- at least that’s what you said. And yet, it seems, you have time for her. I could lie and say I’m no
We went out like a Storm by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
We went out like a Storm
I don't want another power outage-
When all the strings break;
When everything we made:
Just goes away
I can't take another thunderstorm:
When the lightning strikes
And I can't make it right
Right away
I don't need your electricity
To bring me to life again
You're just going to leave me
Alone now-
Remember when I talked to you-
The Summer when you Switched?
And I told you what to do
When people act like bitches-
-When I told you to make friends,
And that people won't be nice
I told you: try until the End-
A mere facade won't suffice,
I warned you: hold your head high
Because they can smell your Fear-
If you're just afraid and shy
Then you will not last the year,
I said: keep up with homework:
With English, Math, and Reading-
Being ahead will not hurt
Since You are all competing
I recounted my story
And how 6th grade hit me hard:
Tease and hurt and bully me
And then break apart my Heart-
So I wrote about their words
And taught you
Do you know how it feels
To have someone tell you
That your love, dedication-
Wasn't enough?
Do you know how it feels
To lose before you start-
When the world discounts you
As just another no one?
Do you know how it feels
To love poetry with all your heart,
But can't find it in you
To rhyme anymore?
Do you know how it feels
To have your day ruined
By silence, it hurts
More than I can say...
Do you know how it feels
To be another nobody-
Another statistic,
That didn't ever make it?
Do you know how it feels
To think your life is a poem.
And that the final verse
May be long overdue?
Do you know what it feels like
To be shattered completel
They say it's not a short term thing,
Find a prison to lock me in:
The walls are white, my eyes are empty.
Crumble this prison, please free me
Tell me that I'll be ok,
That the voices will go away,
Unlock me from this dungeon cell,
Steer me clear from Gates of Hell
The person that you see today-
is not real, I'm locked away:
Bound up by the fear of failing;
And trapped by the feel of falling
Won't you free me from this cage?
It's not humane this day and age-
Not pretty, not smart, not good enough:
Everyone's had it, had it rough
White walls, white floor, white ceiling too
Last time I saw color, wasn't it you?
Then I walked away, where non
Tiny Shards of Nothing by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
Tiny Shards of Nothing
i.
We are infinite until we fall from the sky
And with the weight of the world on our shoulders
Sometimes we have to play Atlas to stay alive
ii.
You always jump without me she says, sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking down at him already in the deep dark water.
"Then jump" he says
She stands up and walks away, only to run and jump, hurtling into the water.
Finally flying, finally free.
iii.
Sparks fly brighter in the darkness
I guess if something happens I'll notice right away
I'm not sure there's anything darker than the tunnel I've gotten myself into.
I'm not sure that the tunnel I found has any light at the end.
In fact, I'm not
Little kids are afraid of the dark.
They know that there are dark horses, nightmares, ghouls and goblins; smoke and mirrors that hide in the dark.
And they are afraid because they know the darkness is out to get them.
The darkness wants to live without the tiniest bit of light pervading its malevolence.
But big kids aren't afraid of the dark anymore.
They know that there are ghosts an gremlins, monsters under the bed; cloak and daggers that lurk in the dark.
But they aren't afraid anymore.
They aren't afraid because they know.
The darkness already got to them.
They know that their light was stolen, that their light has gone out.
Big
It’s like you’re speaking
Another language today
Come again, I can’t hear you
I still understood you
Just yesterday
What changed, I wonder
I need a translator
Maybe a dictionary
Did you take a class?
What’s this language here?
Confusionese?
I’m sorry, I need a moment
“Goodbye” “I don’t love you”
What does it mean?
Never spoken before
I don’t like this new language
I don’t understand
Don’t go
Was it her? Did she teach you?
I know you've been seeing her
Did you forget me?
Watch your tongue boy
Watch your language
It’ll get you in trouble
You won’t
How easy is it to go on autopilot?
Easy enough I think
Just sail into the air
And smile like you don't have a care
In this world
How easy is it to drift away?
Easy enough I think
Just let go and soon enough you
Will float into the blue
Forever
How easy is it to say goodbye?
Easy enough I think
Hard enough to think
How hard is it to say hello?
Forever
Is floating in the blue
After you decide to let go
How hard is it to stay here
After you let go?
In this world
Once you go on autopilot,
Smiles don't hold much weight
After you decide to sail off
How hard is it to keep caring?
How hard is it to say goodbye?
Hard enough I think
Easy enough
Rock Paper Scissors by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
Rock Paper Scissors
My heart is stone but I’m happy with the weight. Each hit to it reverberates, creates a melody, my bones dance like keys. Much better to hurt others than be hurt. Much better to have broken bones than a broken heart. Look into my eyes, do they look like chocolate now? All soft and warm, for you? No, I don’t believe so. Your eyes are storms and mine are mudslides waiting to kill. Our words are still sweet, playing pretend, maybe even lost in what might have been. But time has made me stronger and time has pushed us apart- at least that’s what you said. And yet, it seems, you have time for her. I could lie and say I’m no
We went out like a Storm by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
We went out like a Storm
I don't want another power outage-
When all the strings break;
When everything we made:
Just goes away
I can't take another thunderstorm:
When the lightning strikes
And I can't make it right
Right away
I don't need your electricity
To bring me to life again
You're just going to leave me
Alone now-
Remember when I talked to you-
The Summer when you Switched?
And I told you what to do
When people act like bitches-
-When I told you to make friends,
And that people won't be nice
I told you: try until the End-
A mere facade won't suffice,
I warned you: hold your head high
Because they can smell your Fear-
If you're just afraid and shy
Then you will not last the year,
I said: keep up with homework:
With English, Math, and Reading-
Being ahead will not hurt
Since You are all competing
I recounted my story
And how 6th grade hit me hard:
Tease and hurt and bully me
And then break apart my Heart-
So I wrote about their words
And taught you
Do you know how it feels
To have someone tell you
That your love, dedication-
Wasn't enough?
Do you know how it feels
To lose before you start-
When the world discounts you
As just another no one?
Do you know how it feels
To love poetry with all your heart,
But can't find it in you
To rhyme anymore?
Do you know how it feels
To have your day ruined
By silence, it hurts
More than I can say...
Do you know how it feels
To be another nobody-
Another statistic,
That didn't ever make it?
Do you know how it feels
To think your life is a poem.
And that the final verse
May be long overdue?
Do you know what it feels like
To be shattered completel
They say it's not a short term thing,
Find a prison to lock me in:
The walls are white, my eyes are empty.
Crumble this prison, please free me
Tell me that I'll be ok,
That the voices will go away,
Unlock me from this dungeon cell,
Steer me clear from Gates of Hell
The person that you see today-
is not real, I'm locked away:
Bound up by the fear of failing;
And trapped by the feel of falling
Won't you free me from this cage?
It's not humane this day and age-
Not pretty, not smart, not good enough:
Everyone's had it, had it rough
White walls, white floor, white ceiling too
Last time I saw color, wasn't it you?
Then I walked away, where non
Tiny Shards of Nothing by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
Tiny Shards of Nothing
i.
We are infinite until we fall from the sky
And with the weight of the world on our shoulders
Sometimes we have to play Atlas to stay alive
ii.
You always jump without me she says, sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking down at him already in the deep dark water.
"Then jump" he says
She stands up and walks away, only to run and jump, hurtling into the water.
Finally flying, finally free.
iii.
Sparks fly brighter in the darkness
I guess if something happens I'll notice right away
I'm not sure there's anything darker than the tunnel I've gotten myself into.
I'm not sure that the tunnel I found has any light at the end.
In fact, I'm not
Little kids are afraid of the dark.
They know that there are dark horses, nightmares, ghouls and goblins; smoke and mirrors that hide in the dark.
And they are afraid because they know the darkness is out to get them.
The darkness wants to live without the tiniest bit of light pervading its malevolence.
But big kids aren't afraid of the dark anymore.
They know that there are ghosts an gremlins, monsters under the bed; cloak and daggers that lurk in the dark.
But they aren't afraid anymore.
They aren't afraid because they know.
The darkness already got to them.
They know that their light was stolen, that their light has gone out.
Big
It’s like you’re speaking
Another language today
Come again, I can’t hear you
I still understood you
Just yesterday
What changed, I wonder
I need a translator
Maybe a dictionary
Did you take a class?
What’s this language here?
Confusionese?
I’m sorry, I need a moment
“Goodbye” “I don’t love you”
What does it mean?
Never spoken before
I don’t like this new language
I don’t understand
Don’t go
Was it her? Did she teach you?
I know you've been seeing her
Did you forget me?
Watch your tongue boy
Watch your language
It’ll get you in trouble
You won’t
How easy is it to go on autopilot?
Easy enough I think
Just sail into the air
And smile like you don't have a care
In this world
How easy is it to drift away?
Easy enough I think
Just let go and soon enough you
Will float into the blue
Forever
How easy is it to say goodbye?
Easy enough I think
Hard enough to think
How hard is it to say hello?
Forever
Is floating in the blue
After you decide to let go
How hard is it to stay here
After you let go?
In this world
Once you go on autopilot,
Smiles don't hold much weight
After you decide to sail off
How hard is it to keep caring?
How hard is it to say goodbye?
Hard enough I think
Easy enough
What a Lovely way to Burn by playingwithashes, literature
Literature
What a Lovely way to Burn
What a lovely way to burn
Incinerated passion
It doesn't even hurt
What a lovely way to burn
Flaming all the way
Down to cinders
What a lovely way to burn
Alive with highest fever
Till I burn out
What a lovely way to burn
Ashes scattered out
To the four winds
listen:
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged ho
Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
boys who love their grandmothers by learningtobefree, literature
Literature
boys who love their grandmothers
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg