397. Go to the Water

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water.

Tears flowing forth.

Time runs it’s course,

In the flowing forth of words from mouths.

Nothing but a freak.

A child: lost and meek,

Cursed to bear the cost of others’ sorrows.

Fates can not be changed.

Experiences rearranged.

Once set into motion it continues.

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water.

“Kill yourself today.

You’re in everybody’s way.

Why can’t you see your fate is sealed.

No one wants you here.

Curse’s won’t disappear.

Why must you fight the flowing of the water.”

The window is ajar,

And beyond is just a bar.

One step and then it will all be over.

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water.

Nobody will stop you.

You know what you must do.

Look down into the darkness of the water.

Their eyes are looking up.

Go on, they’ve had enough.

It will only hurt a little longer.

Legs break in the fall.

Nobody cares at all.

They watch you with the coldness of the water.

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water.

Crawl to the boat’s tip.

Take a little slip.

Fall down face first into shivering water.

Can not swim away.

Lungs fill up straight away.

Choke upon the apathy of strangers.

Bodies soon grow cold,

As souls release their hold,

And all that’s left’s another child forgotten.

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water.

No one speaks the name.

Life goes on just the same,

As bodies drift away on the water.

Cruelty is a plague.

Apathy digs a grave,

Which buries all the outcast little children.

Flow. Flow. Flow in the water…

…Go. Go. Go to the water…

…….Go. Go. Go to the water.

K. Aldaya, 5/21/17

Picture: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22892496-dust-to-dust


366. *R.I.P.*


You think you can make excuses,

Laugh off the pain you deal,

Without consequence or reprisal;

Without caring how others feel.

I’m here to tell you, my darling,

Excuses are for narcissists and frauds,

For weak people who can dish it out,

Though can’t handle payback from their gods.

Who will weep and wail at changing winds,

Praying to god, “Do you know who I am?”

I’m so sweet, caring, and kind.

I’m so perfect just as I am!

You can forgive or forget yourself.

Believe you are better then us all.

Yet reality will always say otherwise,

And the pain will remember it all.

Don’t ever think you’re forgiven,

You’ve no right to demand such a deal!

No one can tell another how to live,

Or how much hurt they’re allowed to feel.

No one can live without faults,

But it’s our choice whether to admit this,

To acknowledge all of our faults;

And no matter what we may do wrong,

To learn and grow from our mistakes.

To care and ask forgiveness,

And try to never make those same mistakes.

I’ve never understood this world,

Why men get joy from others’ pain.

I don’t understand why you can’t feel,

Or contemplate just how insane…

This game is….this game of life!

How pointless these cruelties are!

There’s no reason why it should be ok,

For you to create another scar.

So, you may think you are off the hook.

If you ignore the pain caused: it will leave!

I’m here to tell you, “You are wrong”!

Pain lingers, remembers, and grieves…

For eternity.


K. Aldaya, 9/17/16

Picture: https://deadlyeverafter.com/2013/03/23/the-vision-you-didnt-want-asylum-photos/

332. Drama Queen


Drama is your middle name,

And Queen’s your sur-title.

You play folks like a fiddle, dear.

Reigning unopposed is vital.

If anyone dares compete,

For your title or your fame,

You enforce that no one cares at all…

Life goes on just the same;

Then switch to a better topic:

How much harder your life is…

How kind you are to grant an ear,

To pathetic and weak misses.

You broke a nail yesterday.

Why is no one crying?

You looked quite pale just last week.

Shouldn’t someone be dying…

To ask about you and offer pity?

To mourn your bitter fate?

Commoners don’t have a coffer so deep,

And full of needs so great!

You think: “How dare their selfish tears reveal your painted roses.

Your roses should be a bloody red.

How dare their pain betray your position.

Off with their head!”

K. Aldaya, 2/13/16

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://weheartit.com/entry/34173206

53. Condemnation


All will cruelly condemn you for doing some bad things,

Though never even notice you when wearing angel wings.

When you make a few mistakes or two, occasionally.

All will want to point each out to you, bitterly.

Why, all you people, are you so mean,

To the ones that from all sad they glean?

Stop being judgmental, all you people here that dwell,

For you’re sending hearts into the depths of a hell.

K. Aldaya, 3/29/04

Picture: “Jigoku Shoujo” by Rhonda21; http://s240.photobucket.com/user/numot/media/Jigoku-Shoujo_Rhonda21_46264.jpg.html?o=0