Tears

Held together by silver safety pins and burning copper wires, shining in the dimming evening

Suspended from a mast by taut ropes yet to be cut loose, sailing into an angry red and smoky orange sunset.

All I can know, all I have known, this.

Abscence of warmth from the moon. Stars are merely a sprinkling of stars. Pinpricks of light.

Deprived of wonder. Moon, stars, endless stretch of soft blanketing sky--

but that is all they are.

Remember?

Who is this "I"?

Remember? She wrote about all with wonder when she was young. Stars, moon, sky.

Boats sailing on seas, sunsets thrown over rippling waves, and even,

even what it feels like to be held together by safety pins, shoulder blades tightly strung with burning wires. Even that.

Tears sting my mind but won't come to my eyes. Tears require fractional amounts of wonder, too--slipping pearls,

soft skin in the dark, alone--

Yes, that is "life" as "I" would have defined it.

That is what's essential to be "alive".

Smooth cool stone

A fallen shield

The crimson color

Of a broken bleeding heart

Heat and tears

Stain the stone

Blinded by the light

Of horrifying revelation

Grey clouds bloom overhead

The air,

It smells of rain

Staring at the sky

Eyes sparkling

She bites her lip,

So as not to cry

The clouds open

Pouring raindrops down

As if the earth were weeping

She closes her eyes

Tears fall freely

Mingling with the rain

As if she did not cry

I walk in the lonely city.

I walk pass the empty cars,

and abandoned buildings.

The sidewalk is cracked,

the buildings are gray.

As is my heart.

I enter  the dead woods.

The trees are grayish white,

their leaves have fallen off,

the bark is dead and chipping away.

I stop as a tear falls off my cheek and onto the ground.

And another, and another.

And I wait until the eventual pond,

which is to form.

(Inspired by some of Magzdoodle's pieces...) Read more »

WARNING: this may seem a little depressing & like a sorta mockery of funerals, but it's just what i want when i die & i recently was watching this show and realized that u never know when you are going to die & u should just enjoy life while you have it.

I've always said that when I die
I want my coffin to be blue,
my favorite color.
& people laugh at me,
saying they love my personality
& my love of life.
(they don't understand)

I do want my coffin to be blue,
light blue
like the sky on a warm summer's day.

Damn the black, Read more »

Faded photographs,
Pinned to the walls around me.
Forgotten memories,
Lost loves,
Old friends.
Black and white,
Gray and cracked,
Here the road ends.
I can't say I haven't lived,
For I have.
7 decades,
I think, as I look back on those years.
We'll stay together,
We'll be forever,
We won't forget.
My companions,
My family,
My trust,
My love,
My life...
Those wounded moments
Those endless tears
Those unforgettable laughs:
Forgotten.
Stay with me, in this moment
For the years to come,
Don't go away just yet...
I'll miss you.
Those desperate seconds Read more »

The wind gets at my face and a tear drips down my face.
I wonder if the gust of wind is the real reason for my tears.

The hearts of us all have been lost,
But one day they would have been broken.
I'm the one to blame,
For the things you have forgotten,
For the things you're angry about,
I'm the one who cause this all.
Of course I am.
I'm the only one standing by you all this time,
And now you even push me away.
I couldn't stop to cry,
Cause I would get left behind,
But I'll stand through it all,
Not breaking my stride.
I've caused the ripple in your life,
I've been the one helping you back up,
Attacking your fears and bringing back the sunlight.
I've been the one doing all that, Read more »

Tears of joy and sorrow,
rain upon our quiet planet,
bringing pain and happiness,
Screams of agony and anger,
strike our earth like lightening.
Bringing death and disease.
Loud voices sing sad songs,
Like thunder, echoing across our home,
bringing secrets and hope.

Words so sadly thought,
Are so creatively spoken.
Quietly sighing,
While desperately trying.
Trying to see,
What lies beneath.
Beneath the tears,
Beneath the shadowed eyes.
Beneath the things,
Like the hidden fears.
These words,
Are for saying.
Saying the things,
That must be spoken.
If left unsaid,
Then many things will end.
Why won't you say them,
Do you want it to end?
Or is it that if you say them,
You will be destroyed?

Tears
Are so contradictory
They plead for recognition
Yet hate to be seen by those who have caused them

Streaming down your face
Wiped away but never fully dried
And they refuse to stop.
Once tears come crashing down
There’s no quick solution
No speedy recovery
You just need to hide away
And float
Be alone
Talk
Yell
Scream
Stab someone
With the hot icicles streaming out your lids
Hoping that possibly, such a wound as that could hurt like the one bleeding from your back
Because it hurts to stand
And let your mind wander
Cause your eyes will still water Read more »

"grab hold of my fingertips"
the last words she breathed
hit by a drunk driver
why'd that man have to speed

i struggle with the truth
so i scream out
enraged on this stage
no doubt i shout it out

she was the wind to my sails
the sand to my pails
weight to my scales
the guard to my jail

The burning rubber
and the smell of burnt flesh
metal and blood all meshed
and compressed

she was an angel
a gift from the heavens
i was only nine
she was eleven

i held onto those fingertips
and never let them slip
perfect in her hand
it always seemed to fit Read more »

It’s lost. Can it be found?
Is it up or down?
Is it left or right?
Will it be found in the day or night?
Will I find it soon?
Or will it float away like a balloon?
I’m on the verge of tears,

and realizing my fears.
It’s gone,
But I realize with a bong.

It was found,
Not up but down,
not left but right,
It was found quite soon,

Under my balloon.
No need for tears,
or fears,
because my bunny was found
and I fell asleep without a sound!

“The walls have ears,” she whispered.
Tears streamed down my face. I wanted not to stand here with my arms crossed, but wanted to run or ride away off into the distance on a black stallion tamed by the spirit of freedom. I wanted nothing more but to get out of this place.
The walls have ears I thought and wiped the tears before they dripped from my chin.

As I stare down at the phone screen
I fell the pricking of needles
behind my eyes as water floods
I see the rivers begin to flow
and I know any minue i could lose it

That one last goodbye
still cold on the screen
I can feel the storm brewing
The thunder rumble as my emotions explode
the rain coming down my face

My heart heavy
with the weight of knowing your gone
it sinks into my chest
into the water that fills my body
and runs out of my eyes

My stomach is playing twister
the knots so tight they may never be undone
knowing that i never could help you
my eyes clouded over from the storm
and the world is a distorted blur of color

The storm never ends
the river never receeds
the pain never leaves
my world never recovers
look where you left it all

And,
She loves the rain
As it flows between her
Out-stretched fingers
And over her
Time-scuffed shoes,
Like tears of the
Heavens.
(It would smear her
Makeup,
But since she doesn't wear any,
That doesn't matter)

Her head seems lost
In the storm-gray clouds
As she clutches her
Books and
Her hopes,
Reveling in the
Thrilling chill,
Which seeps into her
Backpack, staining the
Folders and binders,
Detention slips
And overdue algebra papers,
Running the ink together
In a black river of
Words.
And forgetting.

Her curly hair,
Flattened by the raindrops,
Frames her freckled
Face with a red-gold halo, as
She skips through
The rain,
Eyes upwards to swallow the
Pieces of cloud,
Plummeting to the
Cold asphalt world below.

Don't think of
Loss, rain girl,
The water washes it away,
The black tears floating
Downstream,
Carried by the clouds.
And if you don't think of
Loss,
You won't remember it,
And the past won't
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I have dreadful writer's block, so... an intentionally confusing poem follows. A bit of an experiment...

Tears cry angry eyes.
Sobbing under the eaves of
The barn, as
Rain cries cloud,
And the pieces of
Atmosphere come
Plummeting to
Earth.

And the trees heal the
Rain,
Bringing it to a new
Rebirth, out of the
Eyes of tears and
Upside down
Sunrises.

The hills rise from
Behind the sun,
Splattered with raindrops, like
The blurred windows after
A storm.
And the hay is comfortably damp
And sitting in the
Tear-stained barn
Doesn't feel so
Wonderfully dreadful
Anymore.

And the tears wipe
Away
The upside down sunset.
Which then brings back the
Upside down
Hope.
(Turning it
Right side up)

Rain-tears are rising,
Evaporating into the clouds,
Drawn upwards by the
Unsinking sun.
And the barn,
Nestled in the
Tear-soaked hills is
No longer dreary.
It
Is
Comforting.

The tears cry (uncry)
Angry eyes
As the sun sinks over Read more »

Between my tears,
I look out at the world with overflowing eyes,
Dripping steadily like a leaking pipe
Call the plumber someone, she's crying
You must have memorized the number by now
Find someone to wipe away her tears
Again

I can't help it, no matter how hard I try
My wide, ten year old eyes
Overflow at the slightest strain
Hurry someone, do something
Before she floods the room
With her tears

I can't help it, I cry
When they laugh at me,
When they exclude me,
When they forget I exist
I crawl off into a dusty corner
And cry silently, clutching a book
And they forget their taunts of "walking dictionary,"
"Einstein,"
"Teacher's pet,"
"Genius"
Those cruel insults that tell me I don't belong
They call the teacher-plumber to stop the flood,
All the while thinking,
What a useless crybaby, a useless crybaby
With their typical fourth grade lexicon

And because I don't know what to do,
I look out at them between my tears
And wish they were my friends Read more »

Tears
A song.
Written by me....of course lolz.

Tears, are the only thing that I’ve ever wasted.
Tears, are the only thing that I haven’t longed for.
Tears, are a game, and I wished I’d never played it.
Tears, are something that makes you so sore.

Tears, are the only thing that will never change.
Tears, are the only thing that will ever stay the same.
Tears, are the last thing that I want to go through.
Tears, is the song I sing with you.

Tears, are something that you think is natural.
Tears, are something that you hate to show.
Tears, don’t make you feel so beautiful.
Tears, are the only thing you know.

If I go to sleep, I’ll be surprised if I wake up.
If we separate, I’ll be surprised if we make up.
If you go away, I’ll be surprised if I’m still breathing.
If you fix this, I’ll be surprised if I’m not bleeding.

Tears, are the only thing that will never change.
Tears, are the only thing that will ever stay the same. Read more »

It's been a bit since I was drowning in my sorrow.
Now I have come back.

It's been a bit since I regained the full functionality of my senses.
They aren't there because I haven't used them.

It's been a bit since my family was whole and healthy.
I have come to accept that that isn't my fault.

It's been a bit since I have smiled a genuine smile at something the world has given me.
I don't appreciate fully what the world has to offer.

It's been a bit since I have sat down in front of the computer wondering what to write. Trying to figure out how to add something special.
Just write.

Flying
is allowed.
Just be careful,
And watch,
So you don't fly
too far away
from me.
Too far away
and you might not return.
But flying
is allowed.

Tears
are allowed.
Just be careful,
And watch,
So we don't flood the world
with our tears.
Because
I can guarantee
that I'll be crying too.
But tears
are allowed.

Love
is allowed.
Just be careful,
And watch
Who you fall in love with.
Some people seem
incapable of love.
And be careful
so you don't have to fly.
So you don't shed tears
over lost love.
But love
is always
allowed.

"Get it out of here,"
Rolling, tumbling, blurring by,
The timid girl in the corner of my eye,
Each second whirling by,

Stop being such a wiener,

Get that ball out,
That girl,
Why didn't I play more atention to her?
She has the ball, i'm out there,
Willing my muscles to get there on time,

Stop being such a wiener,

I made it, panic forces the ball in the air,
But no, noo...
I didn't make it in time,
Orange flashes in the then falls to the ground,
A weight hits my stomach as the ball reaches the net,
Impossible shot, lucky goal,

Stop being such a wiener,

Time to restart we'll win this yet,
But my name's yelled, what?
No, I'm starter you can't take me out,
"Coach wants to talk to you,"
"You can't just stand there we can't afford to just let them score,"

"Stop being such a wiener,"

I won't object and say I tried,
I won't say my foot touched the ball and thats why it jumped 50 feet,
I'm the reason they scored,
Stare at me kleats, Read more »

By: Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

Peace is here,
But in it's way,
Enmity's here,
I have nothing to say.
This is just what I feared,
But I want you to stay,
I refuse to shed tears,
Because you'll be okay.
Even through fights,
I know you wont leave,
Though try as I might,
It's hard to believe.
I know that you're right,
But I feel so naive,
Can you imagine how bright,
You must be,
For my heart takes flight,
When you look at me.

This forever cringing inside.
How silly,
If the lion fell in love with the lamb,
how is it that he slowly devours it?
This...fire inside.
Blowing on it to keep one tiny
Smoldering ember
Alive.
Fear of someone observing too closely
Might add,
"Hey, you alright?"

The sky is clouded over,
And snow silently falls,
Like frozen tear drops
Slowly sobbed out,
By the most beautiful of angels,
Mourning for the one they loved,
And lost,
Praying for another to come,
But horrified by the wait,
Because it took so long for the first to come.