.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it
.and like a stone atthe bottom of the riveror the sea,i think life might just beflowing right past me
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.you’ve gota lioninside,a heartfull ofpride,and you’renot lettinghim roar
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.one day the earth will dim;the light in the sun will flicker and die,and the moon will sigh and roll over,keeping her back to the worldour shadows will say farewellto our bodies, and go their ownway in the darkness
.got eyes sohungry they'reswallowing youwhole,gonna spitout your heartlike a pip
.you were life's newwork of art;small easel bonesand a blankcanvas of skinbut he ruined you over time,added the brushof a scaror two
.you got given a life,now you have to earn your living
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.everything i hold deari hold too tightly;i am so sorry you weremarked when i had tolet you go
.your heartalone shouldremind younot to beatyourself upyour pulseshould remindyoukeep steady
.some people are deadlong before they die -there's just no burialor cremation,no funeralfor the spirit
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.I’d drown in blood and choke on death,I’d release my dying breathAll to see you again.I’d swing from a rope to see you again.I’d let go and join the black sky,I’d scream, scream until I dieAll to see you again.I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.I’d rewire my veins and run lights,I’d pick unwinnable fightsAll to see you again.I’d embrace red flames to see you again.I’d play in roads and with knives too,I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;I’d have to,To see you again.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"in the sand at the beach.The tide swallowed the wordsand drowned thembefore I could speak.
[Redacted]The sword is mightyThe pen mightier still.Though blades can injureWords can kill.
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Silence does a better job.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed, a field of wild flowered- imperfections, sticky metaphors & an inability to speak. Love them anyway. Know that when they look at you they are noticing the little things.
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingon the stars of my pastlike horny gentlemendo with innocent lookingwolfgirls at 3am- their bitefearless as thieves.My lilac lungs are breathing indust and the tears of Saturn’snameless moons,while the rest of me -well, shes warm off wineand poems leftunfinished.
How?How does one manage to cut their skin?Tear the veins that run within?How do you carefully steal a knife?The tool that's used to end your life?How do you hide from prying eyes?How do you muffle your painful cries?Where do you cut so that no one will see?So no one at school will question me?How long does it take to disappear?A day, a month or even a year?How does one pretend not to care?Pretend to read but simply stare?How does one refrain from eating?But not act like you're competing?How does one fill the great black hole?Without the hunger taking its toll?How do you make yourself violently sick?How do you get your body to tick?I've tried before but there's one small snag,All I can manage is a pitiful gag.But perhaps the question I should ask,Rather than how to complete this task,Maybe I should just sit down and cry,And ask myself not how but why?
.some people witherwith love;others bloom