First is born a baby,
Tiny bundle of joy.
Second, grows a little child,
With innocence and toys.
Third, the teens, rebellious years,
Always getting into strife.
Fourth is young adulthood,
Just entering real life.
Fifth, the middle ages,
A mid-life crisis here and there.
Sixth, the final years,
Complete with wrinkles and grey hair.
And finally, when your life
Has all been said and done,
Death comes for you, and
For another comes number one.
What is this?
This black brown mess
Awakening my tastebuds
What is this?
This loneliness
Calling out for social fun
What is this?
This thirst for booze
Waking my inner drunkard
What is this?
This strange new truth
That has me overrun
I never felt that way for you
I never gave a sign
I didn't wish to hold you close
Or want you to be mine
I saw your beauty from afar
And that was all you were
A handsome man I called a friend
Not ever to be more
So why
Why would you hold me
When your beautiful one slept, trusting, at home
And why
Why would you kiss me
When you can't even say that you are all alone
You said we couldn't fool around
"The weekend's in the past"
But just how do I end these things
You had the nerve to start
It's not like you did cease to flirt
When all was said and done
It just became a dead end thing
Mixed signals 101
So why
Why would you come here
With your
If I smile
None will see
All the hurt in my heart
Of a yearning so strong
To be real,
Or the vanity
Leading on much of my life,
Knowing life without beauty
Is bleak,
Or the greed
That devours
All my every wants,
Or the sloth building walls up
Before them,
Or the futile longing
For more than this world,
And excitement
No matter the cost.
None will see all the wickedness
Growing like weeds,
Or the fear in my heart that I'll wither and die,
And my body will burn,
And I'll cease to exist.
None will see all these thoughts,
All these fears
In my mind, none will see,
If I smile.
Our Little Shirtwaist Fire by TheNinjaRobot, literature
Literature
Our Little Shirtwaist Fire
From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you. You were the most handsome man I had ever seen, with your dark hair and thoughtful, knowing eyes.
When you smiled at me for the first time, my heart felt as though it would leap right out of my chest. I could barely hide my shock that such a smile was directed at a woman like me. I think you must have noticed me blushing, because after that, you pulled me away from my sewing machine to introduce yourself.
* * * * *
For our first date, you took me for a walk through central park. It was extra-special to me, since it wasn’t just our first date – it was my fir
What is this?
This black brown mess
Awakening my tastebuds
What is this?
This loneliness
Calling out for social fun
What is this?
This thirst for booze
Waking my inner drunkard
What is this?
This strange new truth
That has me overrun
I never felt that way for you
I never gave a sign
I didn't wish to hold you close
Or want you to be mine
I saw your beauty from afar
And that was all you were
A handsome man I called a friend
Not ever to be more
So why
Why would you hold me
When your beautiful one slept, trusting, at home
And why
Why would you kiss me
When you can't even say that you are all alone
You said we couldn't fool around
"The weekend's in the past"
But just how do I end these things
You had the nerve to start
It's not like you did cease to flirt
When all was said and done
It just became a dead end thing
Mixed signals 101
So why
Why would you come here
With your
If I smile
None will see
All the hurt in my heart
Of a yearning so strong
To be real,
Or the vanity
Leading on much of my life,
Knowing life without beauty
Is bleak,
Or the greed
That devours
All my every wants,
Or the sloth building walls up
Before them,
Or the futile longing
For more than this world,
And excitement
No matter the cost.
None will see all the wickedness
Growing like weeds,
Or the fear in my heart that I'll wither and die,
And my body will burn,
And I'll cease to exist.
None will see all these thoughts,
All these fears
In my mind, none will see,
If I smile.
Green is your tie
Declaring you like me
Green is your hair
All spunky and short
Green are my eyes
Admiring your beauty
Green is my envy
Of those self-assured
Green is the grass
Where I’d love us to snuggle
Green is my background
With a gender like yours
And of all things green the last is the drugs
I’d need to admit that for you I may fall
I don’t know how to please you
I don’t know if I can
I do not know about these things
It’s just the way I am
I don’t know if you get me
Although I know you tried
Even though you questioned it
You seemed to cope all right
You said you’d try adapting
I hoped you spoke the truth
But you just kept on pressing
Like I’m a challenge to you
And then the day was over
And you seemed pretty quiet
And I worry that I’ve ruined things
Please let me not be right
The Girl With No Face by TheNinjaRobot, literature
Literature
The Girl With No Face
How do you sleep
With the things that you’ve seen
Horrible things
How do you sleep
With the names and the faces
That rattle inside you
How do you sleep
With the past and the present and future combining
And the villains all merging themselves into one
When the dead ones and live ones that hurt are all screaming
And the faces inside you ignite fears of dreaming
How do you sleep
How do you sleep
So this is my first post. Obviously. I haven't written anything new lately, so my uploads have just been a bunch of old poems and drawings and whatnot. Hopefully I'll write some more of my 'novel', Seven, which is pretty terrible and disjointed, but it's something. My main things will be poems. I can't draw to save my life. Hopefully people find them somewhat enjoyable, and not just alphabet soups.