MichealCaesar

Naturally, Red is a warning sign. Regardless of it’s beauty, A rose will try to warn you of it’s thorns. But it’s Bold, and Brash. and it stops you long enough to capture your attention. It commands your eyes, whether at the open, or the close; You know exactly where to follow along. Red lures you in. Girlish in youth and innocence, Subtle and cute in it’s lightest forms; At its darkest, A marker of a certain ending, The last color death knows before the familiar black sets back in. Maybe we ought to measure this in shades of red, Not grey. I live in background colors, But everything about you screams center s

We got drunk in the basement, Whining in the cellar; These hips of mine, moving in perfect time With yours. I used to use To get high. Fly with the birds and the bees, Holding my hand till I learned it on my own, You were there with me. But I found that the sting I loved That once tickled my fancies, Was a lot more real when I came down. Those were the days, Getting high in the attic Starting fires in the holes where our hearts should be. I got older and you left; They filled with ash. So I started digging. 6 by 6 like when we were kids. And by the time I finished I had to keep digging, Because I’d outgrown the hole I was in. I

Sand skin, pretty face. Yes I remember this place, like it was yesterday, albeit a decade ago. We stood here side by side pinky to big toe, just a stones throw; from the water’s edge. Your blonde waved in the wind and I knew some things would always stay the same, and some things would always be different. We drifted apart like scrapped ships in a perfect storm, you toward a checkered flag and me towards the outer wall. I spun out, tires screeching, voice reaching, to grab ahold of something that made sense, You...were there, without a whisper or a care, inviting me in sometimes at a tortoise pace, some times by a hare. And your blonde

On our 8 month anniversary I went to a titty bar. Not because I don’t love my girlfriend, and not because I don’t think she loves me. But mostly because I need someone to make me feel special. It all sounds so solitary. I met a guy named Pat and a lady named Bella and we had a laugh and a drink. It was smiles and handshakes for Breakfast, One dollar bills for lunch. When I was little I remember always looking up to my brother. He got good grades and a scholarship to private school. He made jewelry by hand and built cabinets in the basement And my parents we always so fucking proud. When I was a teenager I looked up to my mom, B

With trembling hands, I lit a match. You watched it burn; One by one until 214 were gone. My arms numb from the pain, hairless from the heat. My fingers shook as, I opened the knife. You watched it shine, Becoming dull with each stroke My wrists red from the blade. With sweat on my palms, I opened the bottle. You sat across the table And handed me a glass The genie getting further away with each drink. With the lessons these hands learned I bought the bullets. You showed me how to load, A prayer at midnight that ended in screams Finally we’re both where we want to be.

I dropped to my knees Slashing wrists like tires on a night when I was sixteen Full of fury, angst and mistrust. Fire rushed through my body Burning your name and your voice But I’d heard it once before. You whispered slowly, It’ll all be over soon. I suppose you were right No one ever loved me anyway. I looked paiently at the clock on the wall It ticked the seconds away til the end of these last 10 months of agony. But there was Just one last reminder of you. I picked him up, Kissed his forehead And he cried as I said goodbye. I whispered slowly, It’ll all be over soon. Slow and steady and for the best, I muffled his

I held her in my arms gently, not sure what I was supposed to do. I feared it'd feel like this. My eyes darted around nervously but no one was looking at me; why would they be? She was precious. Their eyes somehow all met hers simultaneously. All I could feel was my heart rise and fall faster and faster with each second. I rocked her back and forth slowly, because that’s what they always did on T.V. That’s what Dad always did to me when I was little. She broke her gaze from her adoring audience and looked up into my panicked face. She smiled. No words, no sounds just smiled. It didn’t light up the room, didn’t melt y

“For richer or poorer,” The pastor says. I exhale deeply. My focus goes a little blurry and my mind starts to question it. I knew that line was coming; is it weird that it means so much? ‘In sickness and in health is a given; For better or for worse? Sure, that's fine. That’s cool. But that money thing’s got me thinking. I’ve never been rich. I’ve been well off at times. I’ve been modestly successful at others. I also ate ramen and potato chips for 2 months, and tuna sandwiches were considered a treat. No relish or mayo, just tuna and bread. Would she still had loved me then? What about whe

I’m not quitting for my health. Health and longevity weren’t part of the plan. Live fast, die young isn’t a mantra, or a saying. It’s a prediction. It’s a prayer. You don’t drive 110 miles an hour hoping to live. You do it trying to speed up death. You do it to run away, hoping for an accident Because you don’t have the stones to do it the right way. I’m not quitting for my health. I didn’t shave for my looks. Hell I brushed my teeth twice today. I haven’t done that in 4 years. This isn’t about me, because when I’m with her, I’m not myself. I’m someone bet

It’s quarter of 3 And my lips tremble for a cigarette. She’s not here; so I ask what’s the difference? She hates it when I smoke. Something about the taste or the smell; I’ll never understand that. Sweet tobacco and vanilla spice Numb away the harsh taste of reality. Whatever it is that this week has blown my way. It’s two forty 8. And I’m not having a smoke. Because the smell of her is still on my sheets And she smells better than cigarettes.

step one cry.  scream.  bang your fists against the walls that keep you locked inside. kick your feet in the air.  tell your sister she's stupid and wrong and that you've never loved her. cry.  scream.  apologize via him to you. let your tears catch on your lashes until you can no longer see anything but your own demise.  taste the bitterness left in your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it. step two break a mug.  break two.  kick the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more. break a plate.  break a cup.  break a bowl. break a finger because nothing can take away this sort of pain.  you are empty and yet you are filled with

on my sweet sixteenth he showed up at my door with bandaged hands and a bouquet of roses. my daddy was rich and he was broke, so he sang a stupid love song about how our roses don't have thorns. i fall halfway into love, but then i wonder, what if i am a thorn? on my seventeenth birthday he rang my doorbell, holding a set of plastic china, his buttons in the wrong holes and smelling of cheap perfume. my daddy wasn't rich and he wasn't broke, but he still sang a stupid love song about how our love will never shatter. i'm stuck in love, but then i wonder, when will the china break? on my eighteenth birthday, he showed up at my funeral, his bu

If I could have my dreams come true These are the things I'd like to do. To have a cabin deep in the woods, And someone to share both the bad and the good. We'd lie by the fireplace, forever it seems, And share with each other our future of dreams. As we tire of talking, we'd snuggle up close, These are the times, and I'd cherish the most. The times when I feel so close to someone, Who gives me such pleasure and so much fun. Who isn't afraid of what the future may bring, And share so much love, that our hearts sing. Sometimes I wonder will my dreams come true? And I ask myself, could it be with you? I don't have the answer,

We're gathered here to mourn today, The passing of a life, Another teenage suicide, Another rusty knife, Another soul that lost it's way, Another broken heart. We're gathered here to mourn today, A world that fell apart. We're gathered here to mourn today The absence of a voice, Another heart-felt tragedy, Another final choice, Another hope that fell away, Another battle lost. We're gathered here to mourn today, A line that's finally crossed. We're gathered here to mourn, today, A tragic loss, unfair.