.The Swings.

As long as I can remember,
I would always flee to
The Swings and dangle
On the chains of solitude.
I would fight my sadness
And loneliness by
Trying to fly away the only
Way I knew how to: the swings.

As I drove there,
I'd wonder if I might think of
A great story there,
Or even conjure up a few
Sad poems.
Sad Is all I know.
I would also dream that
You'd be there when I arrived.
Perched silently on a swing,
Next to an empty one.
Just waiting for me as if you
Knew I'd come.
I was always sad when I ran up
To the swings and I
Didn't see you.
I'd swing in the swing and miss you.
Maybe even imagine you were there,
Next to me.
As you were times before.
This feeling falls to
The depths.
To the sand beneath my feet.
Only loneliness.
Only me.

I sit there wrapped in memories.
Playing in my mind like
The movies.
And I swing,
Swing,
And soon hope I'll fly away.
And you'll miss me.

.Screaming In Silence is an Understatement.

Scream.

No one can hear you.

On top of that,

No one wants to.

Don’t you see they’ve

Turn their eyes on you?

Out of sight,

Out of mind.

You’re behind thick glass.

Strike it all you want.

You’ll never have anyone’s attention again.

Out of sight,

Out of mind.

You smash against the glass,

Blood pouring from your mouth.

Fists bloody.

You want to fight.

But something in you just 

Wants to suffer.

So you let it.

Striking the glass again.

And again.

And again.

Until you hear a crack.

Until you watch someone turn

Towards the sound and 

See you.

You think they see you,

But they really see right through you.

Like glass…

You’ve faded into a ghost.

No wonder everyone was seeing through you.

You’re a ghost.

A ghost trapped behind glass.


.Alyss.
11.14.13

.Speak Not.

Speak not.
I might as well not speak.

For my words rise up

In the air and
 
Fall to the ground;
 
Untouched.

No one tilts their head

To listen.

No one dives to catch them.

They just fall;

Silent and remain still.

Like I.

The hurt builds up in my throat.

Choking me ever so silently.

Like my words.

Like my existence.

Silence is like nothing.

But it can be the worse thing you encounter.

Or you may not even notice it..

If you’re lucky.

Speak not.

I shall speak not.

I shall fall like my words
 
And remain still.

Still.

Cold.

Silent.

Speak not.

I will speak not.

.Alyss.
11.14.13