Picture perfect

Picture,
picture perfect
the time it takes
to get
to working
the door is open
it never closes
picture has
what comes from
moments
methods of
our shared destruction
you remember
what’s to come
through pictures perfect
memories
a garden of roses
or of a garden of weeds

Emotional casualties

Burning all the pictures
the moments are all dead
you think you should have listened
but you talked at her instead
like a little weeping willow
pulling pillows over head
you thought that you should listen
but you ate the bitter bread
burning all the moments
to the lips with glass and ice
smoking out the pictures
I can’t remember and didn’t like
burning all the walls down
breaking load bearing beams
I’ll watch it all on fire
crumbling to my knees
burning all the pictures
knowing you too well
you should of never listened
she laughed out loud before he fell

#Iamnotokay

I am not okay
want you to know today
the painful truth of self
how i let myself down
didn’t speak the pain
refused to say the name
said the truth must be
that i cut myself baby
I’ll show you as if it’s art
cry tears that are hard to start
about why I’m always afraid
but i can work today
share my pain as though it’s yours
hurt the world with my last word
I am not okay
because I could never say
the name or how I felt
how i let myself down
I cut myself today
triggered others with my pain
don’t sell a proper way out
show beauty in pain right now
the beauty in tragedy
though self mutilation be
a horrid act of self
I am not okay
but this is my hell
I didn’t speak when spoken to
if this is happening to you
speak out and do not mince
words that stick to lips
force screams and let them know
you aren’t okay don’t let go
cutting is not beauty
scars remind us truly
that ignoring our own pain
breaks us of our name
don’t glorify that scene
with pictures meant to be
beautifully framed art without a game
scars and cuts they are the same
as what nobody needs
you share a picture please
remember what it means
that pain is not beauty
there’s no strength in being a victim
survival is much different
then living and learning to thrive
a victim is not how you strive
don’t glorify your scars
your pain is not who you are
I live my life in fear
overcome it live my dears
don’t allow the rich to bleed
bleed unto you baby
just lift yourself back up
even if you cut
don’t glorify that pain
glorify the strength that comes
by admitting you need help
by leaving victimhood for health

Wail to the camera

Terror strikes again
I’m tearing off my skin
feeling rather odd
fingers covered in blood
fear has taken me
broken, skinned and keyed
broke my effigy and stole
the rest of me
rib cage and facial tissue
horror took my flesh
and picture