Blue Ribbons

A Poem by beautifulblade

I leave rhymes on front porches
and tie up my tears with little
blue ribbons cause I can't
stand to think of why they're there.

I don't want to remember the feeling
of immaturity and betrayal,
how his dark hair was soft
but his body was sharp
and he used it against me.

I beat drums in empty ballrooms,
dance away my memories
as if I can twirl away from his touch
and into a parallel dimension
because this present moment is
full of anger and hate and
all the things I don't want to feel...

so I go numb.

Sometimes... life f***s us over.
We are dealt a s****y hand
and told to play,
live to see another day as
the seconds tick by
and sometime we just wish
that the f*****g clock
would stop ticking..
even if it's just for a moment.

Because in that moment,
we can breathe again.
We can be without worrying
of what we should or shouldn't say
and we don't have to think
of anything bad or of
impending wars
because that moment
is all we need to realize
we are still breathing
on our own.

So screw the haters
and the non-believers
because I write my soul
into poetry. I write my words
on clouds of war
and send them off
in empty bottles,
drown my life
in Jim Beam that I'm
not old enough to drink
but couldn't give a damn
any other way.

I'm sick of advice that contradicts
what I need,
and the shrinks all tell me to
cry but I'm too proud
to show my pain.

So instead I write out rhymes
hidden in the lines
and wrap my tears in ribbons
tied to memories
I never wanted to have.