Why you do not see me cry when the weather is fine – Roy Liran

When i cannot cry it is

because the sun shines
a squint in eyes. My
tears dry as would a
crescent shadowbird flying
through a predatory moon.

The blue sky and the
fluffy-fleecy whites blaze
down at me, and i am lost
in clear frozen meadows,
so hot it is, so cold, and
i need to, but cannot cry.


The Deal – Cloudgrey

i put a lot of pressure on myself

by now i should be proud of what i’ve done
only i’ve been used to sell you out
you weren’t good enough on your own
so you take my precious sentiment
and make believe i was ever even a part of it

Unfound – Me

​I want to live my life, not just survive,

I want to love with all my heart, 

To be sound of my own mind,
I’d give anything to just feel happy,  without guilt, 

To know that actions mattered as well as words,

To look in the mirror and see,

To not doubt my very self to be, 
I feel so much,  even when I wish not to, 

I see through others eyes, not just my own,

One day someone will understand,

Until that day I am unfound

Darkness Rising – LillithAsylum 

I feel the darkness in me-

and it’s slowly rising
  Tears well up in my eyes-
and I doubt if i’m alive &
you say you love me 
  it’s a different ball game now
i’m not the same person- 
you used to know & joke about

  I’ve seen worlds of pain –
blood shed before my eyes
  Raped and abused –
and razor blade filled lullabies 
  I’ve been on so much meds-
that I’d just black out 
so much meth, 
that I’d forget perceptions of time
  & reality-
It’s all one big blurred up line

    Half the **** y’all talk about –
I can’t remember
I just smile-
and nod-like
“Yeah holy **** it’s been forever”
  can you imagine-
        not remembering your life,
        the friends you knew-
the people who hugged you while you cried

    Yet you’ll never know
cause I don’t think I’ll ever tell you
  this darkness rising-
it likes to keep me isolated

The Wanderers – Roman Payne

She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something ‘would’ happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, ‘would not’ happen.

Roman PayneThe Wanderess