[x]

The Collapse of the Shoreline.1. Winter
She'd be the perfect girl if her skin didn't break so easily, all pretty lips and splintered legs and peachstone eyes. She might reach out and touch you, but her fingers bend and twist like she's made of cold winters and auburn leaves freezing and rotting under brittle snow. 

She bought the idea of old age from a peddler and then let it settle, let it crack its gnarled joints beside the hearth-side of her heart and settle comfortably into her intercostal muscles. But when she presses up against him, her early visitor pounds feeble protestations against her fragile ribs. 

He mistook this for butterflies and excitement

Love AdviceI'm not good with love advice;
I think everyone can see that,
But I do have something
For one small question.

If a friend should ever come and ask;
"I like this guy," or "I like this girl."
"I want to tell them, but I'm not sure
Of what they'd say.
What do you think I should do?"

Now I'd just smile and ask;
"What do you think is worse:
Saying something and wishing you hadn't,
Or saying nothing and wishing you had?"

Let them ponder and let them ask
What my answer would be.
Let them see and let them wonder
Why my smile looks so sad.

"It is better to be embarrassed for a day,
Then to regret for a lifetime."

Secret I Can Not Tell.Do you know how it feels?
To hear you say
You have never gone through a day
Without thinking about her?

Do you know how it feels?
To know deep inside
No matter what I do
I am never going to stand a chance?

Do you know how it feels?
To feel that my heart
Is slowly being ripped apart again
And I do not have the ability to stop you from doing so?

I wish you could see
The tears that fall
Every night when I go to sleep
Wondering why I fell for you in the first place

This secret I can not tell
Not ever to you
Not even a single hint or whisper
For if it happened the consequences would be horrible

I still question myself
Why out

I was There III was sitting by the window;
sun filtering upon my fur. Purring
I welcome the warmth, until
everything went dark.

I watched as you came home with your
fake smile, holding back the tears you ran
upstairs, shutting the door so no
one could hear you cry.

But I heard, for I was there.

You'd go along and skip
school cause you hated it so.
You'd hide the notes so no
one would ever know.

But I knew, for I was there.

At night when most would
sleep you'd take a blade and
cut in deep, letting the blood
flow knowing no one would see.

But I saw, for I was there.

On days you just couldn't
bare it, you'd hold me so
close and I w

a nonymous confession, please.The last time I wrote about you,
the only time I wrote about you,
I could still remember what your
voice sounded like. Now I'm just
peeling bandages off my sleeves,
pretending I can laugh about my
wounds in a year or so.

But I only have courage
when there's a "dis" in
front of it. Like the "dis"
in disappointment. Are
you disappointed? Not
as much as I am

humiliated, ashamed,
self-afflicted secrecy;
i call deliberate embarrassment.
you know,,, i'm the kind of kid
that never undresses his scars.

sleeping to dream.last night, i dreamt of you.

you were trapped between the hot, urgent waves of my pulse and the cool, twisted sheets of my bed. you were desperate and angry and everywhere. i couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't live around you. i was sinking in your chest and praying against your throat and the moon washed us silver with approval. the stars looked down and smiled for such young, frantic lovers are hard to find.

we were more than the earth, more than faded myths and legends buried beneath the silt. we were closing gaping distance with hungry mouths and sealing ancient promises with naked desire. we gave it all to one another as i stri

lend me your heart.turn off the lights in your silver-threaded heart and open your eyes. feel your way through the darkness and ease around the sharp corners of my insecurity. be careful, step lightly, don't bruise yourself on my doubts. if you fall to your knees, just keep crawling forward. don't stop, be brave, i need you close enough to hear my whisper.

i need another soul in the dark to hear these confessions.

i'm sitting in the middle of the ocean, choking on the reflection of the stars, but i think i'm starting to hear the echo of your pulse. i think i can hear the shallow crashing of your breath on the edge of your lips. so, shh, don't interrupt, becau

my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.

i promise, this'll be it.

so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear,

show me the meaning.staple my eyes closed and promise me that's the best way to see.

press your mouth to mine and breathe poison down my throat, bite my tongue until the blood is dripdripdripping a steady path down to my waiting lungs. backhand me when i choke, call me ungrateful when i try to cough it up again. rip reality from behind my lungs and tell me not to bother with it, tell me i'm mistaken and the world is a lie and the only map i'll ever be able to trust is the rotting directions spewing forth from your gilded tongue.

ignore me when i question. get angry when i keep pushing. shove me into the wall and pull the moral fibers from my heart until i forg

Somewhere In-betweenYou didn't have me at hello,
There was no love at first sight.
No heart skipping a beat right away,
No immediate connection.

Only a little chemistry,
And common interests.
We had friendship.

Love comes from friendship,
Not friendship from love.

And somewhere in-between,
Our first hello and this one,
I have fallen for you.

almost goodbye.they say the saddest word in the world is almost.
(almost happy, almost healthy, almost alive, almost in love.)

it stretches across the world and highlights the disappointment in a sigh; murmurs the sound of breaking so that it's almost bearable. it leaves you with a dissolving spine instead of a snapping one; gentle tears instead of a torrent.

(almost. nearly. close. just about.)

it's the words without the meaning, the action without the spirit. it's crossing my heart with crossed fingers and hoping to die with a crossed tongue. it's wrestling the truth on my lips and almost winning. almost convincing myself i don't love you, almost conv

stuck in transit.Time bends and snaps the spine of reality between its hands.

Desires bleed like the ink you've left smudged and faded on my hips. The room is empty without your breath to swell the walls; my bed is cold without the warmth filtering through your pores. The clock is manipulated and broken, the ticks becoming distorted screams, the silences becoming gasping moans. Sleep flutters behind eyelids and drags at the exhausted mind until I am writhing under the sheets that smell like you, nails biting my scalp, body contorted against the pressure you kept at bay.

My memory sinks and anchors on the same parts:

The honey of your tongue and the heat of

reality is a grave.the walls are too clean.

it's wrong how clean the walls are, how even the air is sterile. it seems almost cruel to make such a place so hollow and vacant only to have you realize it's just making room. room for muffled sobs and choked-on tears and emotions so thick that if they were to allow any dust there wouldn't be room to breathe at all. it's allowing room for stifled emotional breakdowns shuddering down your spine and smiles quivering precariously on the tip of your lips.

it's not cruel, it's just practical.

and you're looking down on wax-paper skin and glassy eyes and a voice so chipper it hurts to hear. a voice that rambles like som

You Aren't AloneThere is something they will never know, never see.
They will never come to understand, to accept.

They only see our flaws, our mistakes.
They will only know what they've been taught, been told.

Are you okay with that?
Are you able to look past that?

Because you are not alone with this.
There are others out there.
And they are the ones that really matter.

We will be there to help, to heal.
So don't give up, never give up.

Remember you are not alone

Self Harm, my storySelf harm...
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.

But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.

The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.

But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.2 KB more ▶

More from ~RedKaiKen

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#PreventSuicide-Etc
There is always hope.

#AQuietBeliefInAngels

Details

Submitted: March 22, 2010
File Size: 1.2 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 46
Favourites: 44 [who?]
Views: 668 (0 today)
Downloads: 6 (0 today)

[x]

I was There

by ~RedKaiKen, Mar 22, 2010, 12:38:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You came home with your fake smile;
Ran upstairs so no one would know.
But I knew.

You'd cry into your pillow so no
One could hear your sobs.
But I heard.

When every one was asleep
You secretly scarred yourself.
But I saw.

On days you couldn't bare it
You held me close and cried,
Saying no one cared,
No one was there,
No one loved you.

I wish you heard,
I wish you saw,
I wish you knew.

Fast asleep you'd be
And I would come to
Wipe away your tears.
I'd sleep next to you,
And comfort you when
You woke up crying.

One day you said I
Was your world, your
reason to live.

So what happened?
Please tell me why?
Please... Please.

I found you so cold,
So, so cold. Lost was
Your soul. Gone was
Your life.

They said you died
Because you felt alone,
Uncared for, unloved.

I loved you,
I cared for you.
I was there.
I was always there.

I was Thereby ~RedKaiKen

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This a girl's suicide through her cat's point of view.
Animals care about you, and they will wonder why you're suddenly gone.

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

sad 1 1

fear 1 1

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Tmoff May 2, 2010

Thats sooo touching.

I was sooo close to crying

!Rose-Garter Apr 14, 2010

LOVE it

~RedKaiKen Apr 14, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

~volleyball-freeak Apr 4, 2010

I didn't cry at first because I thought it was a dating thing. The animal perspective really did the trick though. Great idea, I've never seen anything like it.
One suggestion- make it a little more obvious that it's a cat. Some people don't read the artist's comments and then wouldn't fully appreiciate it.

~RedKaiKen Apr 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Glad that you liked it, and thank you.
Oh and that is a good suggestion, I'll probably go back and re-work the poem to get the cat across better.

~volleyball-freeak Apr 8, 2010

yep. (:
I'll be watching for it.

~RedKaiKen Apr 10, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

^^

Yay, I re-wrote it: [click]

~asterkat Mar 30, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

This poem made me cry.

~RedKaiKen Mar 30, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

I think it made a lot of people cry

~xlostxbuttonsx Mar 23, 2010

wow. great job. i love it. i know what the cats getting at.

More from ~RedKaiKen

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

I was There

I was Thereby ~RedKaiKen

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style