His Keepsake Box
He has a keepsake box,
though it's hard to find
Because it's hidden deep
in the corner of his mind
She left it there with him
Along with the kids
Stuffed with pain more potent
than caustic acids
Master of feigning strength
The hurt rarely shows
But through the box seeps
Cries of his sorrows
I'm not the only one
Close enough to hear
Yet I feel like his pain
Falls only to my ear
I see the keepsake box
He tries so hard to hide
Because I have my own box
Lurking deep inside
Buried in the darkest
Corner of my heart
So deep that from this box
I will never part
He still has a chance
To be rid of his box
To clear out all the hurt
Before the latch locks
If I could, I would surely
Rip the box lid out
Free feelings of fear
Cast away all his doubt
Then I'd refill the box
With everything good
Bring millions of smiles
To his face if I could
But this is a feat
I can't do on my own
And one that he shouldn't
Have to battle alone
I don't mind the drive
And I'm not scared of work
I'll help where I can
Even when he's a jerk
And as long as he wants
Our friendship to be
He won't fight alone
Cause he'll always have me
The corners of my soul were barren
when he ambled in breathtaking promise
to the corner of my locked shell where
I was hiding from life and misery.
I grabbed my arising joy,
trying to contain it within myself,
overcome as my pulse quickened
with the overwhelming appeal
of his masculinity which touched
the yearning corners of my heart.
I felt as if I were being drawn,
force of a magnet attracting me
to my new home – I belonged.
I needed him with every fiber
of my being and opened my body
to beauty of what he had to offer.
I blossomed in his caress
as he stroked my longing skin,
awakened my dormant desire.
I was alive once more, as he
parted my legs and thrust
his manhood within, bringing
me to a crashing conclusion
pulling my hips towards him
as he kissed my breasts and
licked my liquids with his tongue.
“Wasn’t this what I had wanted?”
I questioned as I became alarmed,
afraid of committing myself
to someone who possessed
uncertainties in my mind.
I had been destroyed in the past
by promises unfulfilled
I felt cornered in my soul
and knew, in my heart,
I was unwilling to take a chance
She spins a web of light
She turns it up so bright it
It's the corners that she fears
The places where she hides her tears
She tries but there is
The darkness snuffs out light and
The blackness hides her pain
Failure in spite she tried in vain
In the dark she doesn't have to
The light she tries to spread there
She won't beg to be atoned
She only longs to be alone
The corners of her mind are
What she'd see there would only
The memories are blocked
Relief to her that they are locked.
People do not know me
In my mind there is a dark place
It is where I hide my real face
It is not kind it is hard and worn
Full of anger topped off with scorn
Outside I smile and pretend I care
But I don´t when I´m lost in there
I am a narcissistic sociopath this I know
But what good is a weapon of mass destruction if it is on show?
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Hush little one, don't say a word
Hush my little darling, don't even look
At that little corner of that pitch black room
I promise I won't hurt you, just go, shoo!
Hush little child, you are a child no more
So stop walking inside that pitch black room
Stop it my darling that is not a toy
Do not roll your sleeves, stop it my boy!
Hush little child, you arrived at the corner
I have warned you enough yet you ignored my order
Why are you kneeling? Are you insane?
Why did you get that shiny old blade?
Hush little one, the room is no longer dark
For you have painted it red, straight from your heart
That little corner of the pitch black room
Now has a new victim and one will follow soon
Corners, where two edges find each other
are a meeting place where boundaries,
intersect, merge, change each other’s course
and then dead end.
Corners set the boundaries that edges can only hope to do.
You can follow a wall with your fingers.
Walls are not immune to touching.
But, when you touch a corner
it is hard to you, resists you, is not seduced by you.
Edges passively go with the flow of your hand
but, corners say, “halt.
None shall pass.
Not even you.”
And the corner is not unforgiving.
It creates a pocket for you to slip into
if you need it,
if you can no longer keep running your hand
along the same yellow wallpaper.
That pocket is like your mother’s womb:
Surrounded by only two walls
yet providing the shelter of a darkness
that resists even the light of an open door.
The Truest Part of Your Soul
In every mind, there is a world, a fear, a truth buried deep within a secret corner that is accessible only to the host of it. Very rarely do we acknowledge that corner but it is there and it is the truest part of your soul.
For years I rejected what I knew was in my corner. I rejected the realization that I lack all ability to love and yet I treasure it above all else. My heart was like a patient fighting for their life; they see where they need to be, they see the healing that could come, and in their minds they are chasing after it, drawing nearer with every shaking breath and then, one day, their body fails. They slip into a sleep from which they will never wake. And the saddest part is that their soul convinces itself they have reached healing because the physical pain has stopped. Their soul creates a world to protect itself from the truth that their body failed.
That is what my love looks like. I try to invest in other people and pour into their lives and when I have almost reached that point, I fall short, and harm and break those close to me. So, I build a world around my dying heart because it cannot bear the truth that it is incapable of really loving anything.
The worst part about that corner of your mind is that you never see what's hidden there until it has already begun to destroy you. And the battle to break down those walls that you've built around it is one you will face again and again because it is the truest part of your soul and that is something you can never escape.
I've been here before.
Drawing back curtains of spiderweb and dust,
I've uncovered a horror within.
Hidden beneath heaving folds of wonder,
Deep inside the cluttered core of my psyche,
There is this place.
A place the light won't touch,
A place the moon won't hide,
A place where secrets lie,
This dark and drawn and vengeful place, inside my haunted mind.
I know he's there
I feel him watching me
Waiting for my time to end
I smell him in the heavy air I breathe when he is near
His frail fingertips tracing over my flesh as I sleep
How I desire his kiss
His sulfur lips
He pushes me to the brink of madness
Calling out his name
My conscious fears of darkness
In the corners of my mind I know that he is real
Teasing and taunting
My need for you