Beautifully Written Tragedy
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Proud parents pull bouquets from behind their back,
embrace their beaming children.

I stand alone at the side of the room,
waiting for the bus to an empty home.

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

Pearl

You look at me with loving eyes, though I
can’t help but think about another girl
with eyes like pure blue skies that mesmerize
me, chocolate hair that’s set in curls I twirl
around my fingers, hands that squeeze my thighs,
a name that decorates my neckline: Pearl.
You lean toward me, close your eyes, and purse
your lips. I kiss back, though I was coerced.

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

Long Distance Lovers

stars wink at one another across the sky
stars wink at one another across the sky
me, a witness of their love
me, a witness of their love
love me, another one of their stars
wink at a witness across the sky

long distance lovers dance, never to touch
long distance lovers dance, never to touch
with me in-between
with me in-between
lovers long to dance with me, touch
never distance in-between.

come morning, Venus shines
come morning, Venus shines
at me, skin tingling
at me, skin tingling
Venus tingling skin shines
come at me, morning

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

Distractions

Each waking moment filled with people, tasks
to keep you off my mind, to keep me sane.
Another job. No one thinks to ask,
and I don’t bother to complain, explain
it’s not the money—work keeps me alive.
When night falls, you arrive, a demon whis-
p’ring false into my ear, and I must strive
to drown you out, dismiss you, and resist
the rising urges. I just need a break
to take a breath, escape from all these thoughts
you force inside my head, the lonely ache
that grows and grows—that gaping hole you brought.
Despite temptation overwhelming, I
have work tomorrow, therefore must not die.

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

Contagious

depression
lingers
in the air
like a disease

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Images so vivid in my mind
gone with consciousness

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I don’t want us to die,
but I know this is goodbye

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goodnight

under winking stars we dance like
waves that kiss our toes and whisper
lullabies to dreaming drunkards

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December 8

the world is static in the distance,
drizzle in the darkness,
a storm on the horizon

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Childhood Ruins

Loud crackling,
muted roars.

I jump out of bed,
race to the door,
blasted with heat
that forces my eyes shut,
body back.

My bare arm a shield,
I peel open my eyes and squint.
Flames flood my vision,
creep closer,
ready to pounce.

Through the heat, I watch
the spiral staircase collapse,
railings crumbling after.
Vicious flames engulf
my childhood home.

I crawl down the hall,
skin boiling,
fear pushing me forward.
My sister’s muffled cry
halts me.

I glance at the doorknob,
fling my arm up
and turn it. A horrified scream
escapes my mouth—
metal steals
my melted skin.

Trapped in her crib,
arms and legs flailing,
eyes filled with the same panic
pulsing through my veins.

I stumble to my feet,
slam the door behind,
hurl open the window,
throw cries for help
at the icy ground,
into the starless sky.

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

beautifullywrittentragedy:

I’m not afraid of your touch,
but I flinch when the rain hits. 

It may only be two lines, but that’s two published lines I didn’t have before!

Happy New Year

While everyone else
held red cups
and kissed
into a new year
you held death
and whispered
goodbye

(Source: beautifullywrittentragedy)

Introduced to abuse
in kindergarten,
I befriended it,
and for years
knew nothing else

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I keep checking your Facebook
looking for change
I want that change to be me

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So would anyone actually be interested in seeing some pieces of a story I’ve been working on?