My throat has bled for eight straight Januarys,

Starting out as a cry,

Asking God why I must now know the pain of letting someone go,

Only to come to the bitter realization that they were never meant to be mine.

When he said forever,

My heart danced with the bars of my ribcage

And found freedom in his sentiment

But was still a prisoner,

Ignoring the shackles for a ring that melted in the kerosen...

The scream isn't out here, shattering the pane,

It's bottled up deep, where the venom and pain

Have fermented for months, a vintage so rich.

It started the moment he flipped the love switch.

It’s coming from the cellar, the one in my chest,

Where all of his promises went to the rest.

It’s been building, a pressure, a high-pitched, slow rise,

The soundtrack to watching his love turn to lies.

They h...

Screaming

I sat and watched.

We talked.

Though she mainly just yelled,

Stabbed her and said hush or I’d tell.

Crying

She begged and begged,

But soon enough she’d be dead.

Perfect killing

Lifeless she layed,

She truly did pay.

And eye for an eye,

What about a life for a life?...

my body shakes with anguish

face screwed in agony

mouth painfully agape

as the silent scream

echos in my head

while the walls repeat nothing.

They’d hear downstairs....

It never ends,

And the whole world can hear it,

In fact, its ears are bleeding,

It rings out,

High pitched, trembling,

The throat hasn’t gave out,

Its resolve stands strong.

It never quits,

Not even with the sturdiest tape,

Not from force from any being

Not from hands,

Not from scolding lips

So carelessly busy,

They miss the scream’s reasoning.

It‘ll never end,

Until someone listens....

Only when I moved way up here,

By the lake,

Did I begin to learn about the old wives tales up here.

Back home we didn’t have to worry about the supernatural going bump in the night.

All we worried about were

The real-life monsters.

Which is scarier?

Only the kind of scream will tell....

Screaming, screaming

That’s all my parents do!

Mom? Pop? Please lower your tone

Because, right now, I’m on the phone!

My father is deaf in his left ear

So we have to scream,so he can hear

Sometimes I can hear them scream

From up the block

I’m surprised my neighbors haven’t

called a cop! 👮** **...

A scrappy draft about trying for someone and covering yourself.

I watch the ink from my pen

I love it

How it covers the mistakes

With short, little blotches

Words disappear

Like they weren’t ever there

They’re not here

I enjoy masking my mistakes

Like how I pretend to know enjoyment

Like the mask never breaks

While this soul of mine aches

And feels self inflicted torment.

Can we stop making mi...

A sickening shriek struck the air,

The knife twisting in her gut.

Not fair, not fair, not fair.

It never stops,

The roaring tide,

Drowning her in rage,

In fear of herself.

She hated poems sometimes,

And the light they brought,

Because she just wanted to be ugly.

Her pain was not a rose,

Blooming drops of crimson,

It was just blood.

Her tears weren’t dewdrops,

Speckling the landsca...

A silent scream.

The deadliest of them all.

You can never hear someone else’s.

You can always hear your own.

Loud.

Demanding.

Forever going.

The silent scream goes on in my head.

It never stops.

And i believe it never will.

A silent scream.

It’s a cry for help,

But no one will ever hear.

It stays in your throat.

It stays in your head.

Neve can you let it go.

A silent scream.

If you never let it ou...