Pen

Cool, let's write about inanimate objects and make them sound like distressed angst-filled teenagers. Or domestic abuse victims. (Terribly sorry to those who might be either)

Pen

Oh boy, he’s using me again

...Oh… he’s using me again

Every time he picks me up with his firm and soft hands (oh they’re oily)

It feels wonderful… but awful.

I may be a tool, but I am also…

No.

Wait.

That’s it.

I’m just a tool.

Free for use… disuse and misuse

I am just a bleeder

Leaking loose liquids on to what I hope is quality A4 paper…

Whatever it is… it’s soft

I wish for once… I could write what I want to write,

Say what I want to say

Being as small as I am is hard

And eventually… I’ll lose significance

Replacement with better ones, less empty ones, different colored ones,

The one he accidentally grabbed instead of me…

I have no mouth and I must scream…

Is this all my life will be?

Because even if I run out…

I want him to use me

Another's Angel

I can be a jealous turd-face sometimes, honestly, writing about another guy's girl is basically me flirting with her... on paper anyway.

Another's Angel

The intensity of her stare

The waves of her hair

And such looks And such looks

The beauty that evaded my touch

Not so a rush, but a simple stare… not much

She smiles and the light is suddenly brighter

Whiter, as clear and as pure as the sky beside her

She flies, angels do

But she is someone else’s angel

...For how long will that be true?

Butterfly

In honor of my grandmother's passing, I pass on this piece of poetry. Thank you kindly.

Butterfly

Do butterflies die as sweetly as they fly?

Or do they fade like the light from her eyes

So sudden and so subtle

The shock and shake so…

So still... Smile still

My eyes they will not run

Not walk nor talk

They merely gaze

This haze has not yet lifted

The tragedy-free are gifted

She… lived life unscripted

How she’d write the lines into my pages

And opened the cages

Free my portions and parts

I got a chance, a new start

With her there was love

...And life

I had strife but I strived

And she died…

I cried

Generic Love Poem #4

Just... just go with it... okay? Emotion feeling ventilation time :3

Generic Love Poem #4

Singing softly

She sends sultry sounds

Smiling all the way

I see her sway

A happy swing

A cute, mysterious spring

The low light hum

Of an angelic being clad in human skin

What a wonder to win

The heart of such a sweet

Would she, my life complete?

Or am I too full to be receiving such a treat?

I sit silently savoring the small serenities

Lapping up these lovely luxuries

How lucky me

To be company to this darling dear

I shed a tear, near and near

But still too far and not nearly so close

An almost… but who knows

Perhaps I am destined not to be

The lover of this lonely lovely

If it wasn't clear, I'm sorry

Sometimes, apologies are super depressing and super repetitive.

If it wasn't clear, I'm sorry

I apologize

Sorry, I am so deeply sorry

To commit a crime is punishable

To deal punishment is just

So I justly accept punishment

I pay my dues

For while very few

They exist, real as my very being

Real as my crime

To accuse is to point, to identify

The accused and the accuser

But I am both

For if I too am privy to such an accusation

I too am accountable

Thus I apologize

I ask not for forgiveness

Only recognition

As a human before you

Even under you

I am real as my crime

And real as anyone

As everyone who can commit a crime