Faculties of un-edged conformity
Lifeless building, a teenager’s purgatory
Bricks stained with debris littered with the unease of normality
A gymnasium built to give healthful energy but
At this interval, an ugly unfinished structure
That screams tragedy
To give destruction
To give health is this learning environmental
Alchemy cracks in the concrete
The rose still grows in formality.
Violence in words, sentence is death.
If caught at the wrong side, attacked by verbal grenades of the judgmental wishing for a repaired heart, blowing out candles but still embarking towards the light, my heaven reprimands you. My darkened thoughts wish for a spark of thoughts to ignite this eclipse. Wishing for the lacerations to vanish from my wrists, splattered letters written in crimson. Wishing for the three words with eight letters to stop being shoved down my throat as a reminder to remember my stomach snapping my independence. Wishing to remain mute, to stop the farewells from emotionally interrupting myself indirectly, deaf, unheard adolescence and will to learn. It is easier than being a cold blooded in hibernation, to regain consciousness of this endless trance, a wish for a letter to be sent to this person, dear dearly departed. To run then dive, to jump, to fly, to move, is to grow. I wish for the end to subside, to warm up a dish best served cold, a miracle, and for the deprived to uncover the truth in the lie and I wish, to stand up.
I love that I cringe at the thought of the silence.
I love that I am able to hate this verbal violence.
I love that you have zero guidance.
I love that your memory is just an invaluable knickknack and I am unable to find it.
I love that we decide to be undecided.
I love that we contradict transforming truth into us lying.
I love that you are an emotional tyrant.
I love the satisfaction of us being mirrors of remember the titans.
I love that my senses are heightened.
I love that you drown out your beauty with the melody of being self righteous.
I love you but your hairline is receding.
I love you for your pale skin.
I love you but you look like a whale.
I love you but your feet stink.
I love that your eyes promise happiness.
I love you but there is always time for change.
I love your unibrow.
I love the gleam of the needle that stitched the seams of my heart.
I love that you are so competitive with the drivers in the other lane.
I love you even though you kicked my heart in the ass.
I love that you don’t know.
I love you even though you love her more.
I love that you get trapped in circular doors going in a circle.
I love my cat even though you killed my puppy.
I love you even though you kicked me out of the house.
I love the aroma that keeps me captive and inhaling the lies.
I love you even though when I kiss you, you taste like envelope glue.
I love you even though your lover is around as I say it.
I love the attraction of your voice even though we are emotionally separated.
I love you even though your breath tastes like throw up.
Let the world know
What lies within these walls
Behind the bricks
Beneath the sound
Of constructions inevitable call
Pennsylvania street beckons to me
But the broken cameras
Restrict the movement of
Curious teens.
The pages flip
And the story continues
to the square we’re trapped inside
Four sides hidden by no lies
But underestimated every time
Take a look around
Which can your words foretell
Is it the wind under your words
That link you to this tale?
Lifeless trees will lose their leaves
But cement bricks will bind us
In a sea of people
A whirlwind of trust
My body rests before a crowd of angry eyes
Despite my pathetic attempts to
Understand the damage inside.
I smile to show the rain will not drown me
But the thunder and lightning will always surround me
From this pencil comes the winter’s chill
But I cling to these surroundings
My thoughts ring still.