we-are-still-human

I still remember the Spring You didn't grow. Your father carried bruises Under his eyes, While your mother's became Permanently red As if to prove That they still bled Her sorrows Of yesterday Into the ruins Of tomorrow. Your brother lost his voice From screaming on the inside. I don't think I've ever seen Someone grow up that fast. Your name became taboo So as not to encourage Your ghost into speaking, But we saw you everywhere. You should have seen it, Your face filling whole streets, Your voice whispering on the wind Too quiet to make out words But we heard it anyway. I remember the Spring Where the sky felt like A slap in the face. H

Yes, I'm a Software Engineer. Yes, I play video games. Yes, I play Dungeon and Dragons. No, I'm not a healer. Yes, I'll say I love sex. No, I don't want a boyfriend. No, I don't want kids. Yes, I have a vagina. Yes, I have breasts. What's so difficult to understand?

You once told me That kindness begins With forgetting. But I don't think so. Forgetting doesn't heal Or sooth. But accepting? Forgiving? That just might. You told me once That I was the kindest Person you knew. Well I don't think so. Because I lie to you. So here's some truth. I haven't forgotten. Not one moment, And it burns at me, When I let it. And I haven't forgiven. Not one word of it Not one act And it haunts me Whether or not I let it. In my darkest moments I hope he screams. I don't much care why But I hope he screams, Feels pain and fear, Feels helpless and raw, Feels alone and dirtied. I hope he screams. And sometimes, Just som

Sew your wings, feather by feather, Then use some wax to hold it all together. Sew your wings, feather by feather, And then a harness of leather. Sew your wings, feather by feather, And fly into the nether. Sew your wings, feather by feather, While dreaming of forever. Sew your wings.

I look in the mirror and hate what I see. The person in there cannot be me. No muscles defined, and too many scars. A face too dour to get carded at bars. Yet this morning, the worst thing I have to face, Is that it seems a woman has taken my place.

Dear Father, Have you forgotten about me? Your pet project has, or at the least come to a state of complacency. I can't say I care much, they keep coming whether they believe or not. But few remember my name any longer, and on one speaks it. It feels as though all those years by your side never even happened as the memories fall further and further into the darkness that consumes this place. I fear being forgotten. Not by them, they were merely a means to and end for me, as I'm sure you know. Rather my fear stems from the thought that one day I would no longer enter your thoughts. That one day you will struggle to remember my name, until one

Shhh, shh, shh, Careful. Don't let them overhear, You know, those things- Some people call them fears. Never let them overhear. Never let them near. They'll make you forget. Forget all the most important things. Like to head for the second star to the right And straight on till morning, Or that dragons don't always bite. You know, the important things. Like the worlds you can create in a garden, Or that strawberries taste better with sugar. Be careful not to let them near Or they'll tell you that you're not invincible, And that there are dangers around every corner. And you'll believe them. And you'll "grow up". And summer will no longer l

I cried for you In the fires of hell But you didn't notice As the heat evaporated them On my cheeks You call me strong While you twist the knife But it's only because You never learnt How to read my eyes. And when I tell you I love you Even I don't know If I'm lying. But you don't care either way Because you never understood me And I am simply too tired To walk away And too tired of you To stay.

She was Autumn hearted, Colourful and always falling. ~ He was a Winter soul, Cold but sparkling. ~ Your colours are fading, Autumn has betrayed me. ~ Your ice is melting, But You've already frozen me.