.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
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.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
.some people witherwith love;others bloom
.just try not tothink ofthat memory, that onewolf that callsfor the restof the pack;you'll spend allnight howlingwith them insideyour head
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.got eyes sohungry they'reswallowing youwhole,gonna spitout your heartlike a pip
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.some people are deadlong before they die -there's just no burialor cremation,no funeralfor the spirit
.i don't believethat if you can dream ityou can do it,cos i once dreamt thati killed atlas,i tore him limb from limb and theni stabbed the globe he held,watched itdeflate,and sometimes i get sadabout the children in the worldwho will choke on all the wordsthat they'll never learn to speak,and there's a baby somewhere garglingthe meaning of his life,and he's a little bit upset that youkeep wiping itaway(i have no words for you)
.everything i hold deari hold too tightly;i am so sorry you weremarked when i had tolet you go
.lies can slipthrough your teethwith ease,the truthgets caught inyour throat(i wish it was a lie, that i'm your flesh and blood and i wish it was the truth, that i hadn't been drinking)
.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
.i've got a few bonesin my closet but they aren'tmine, they don't quite fit
What I Can't HaveI wanted wings To wrap me gently In such a wondrously beautiful embraceAmongst the stars and angelsSo I delicately ripped flightFrom the butterflies surrounding my windowIn the hopes they could fly me away.I wanted to feel loved To feel the doting heat Of a lovers breath on my neckAnd grasp on my heartSo I kissed the sunAnd held it ever so gentlyAgainst my breast tillIt burned me awayAnd I could reminisce in its loving burn.I wanted to be wholeWithout flaw Without ugly bones to trap my soulWithout a lifeSo desperately wantingEverything it could never have or beSo I embraced the seasSubmerged my entirety My being Letting its infinity ConsumeAll that would be left of me,Till I could only Wash among its waves
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humans are killers.Before guns it was knivesBefore that it was stonesInvasions, burning homes,Stealing lives and lovesReleasing crows andSlaughtering doves.Humans are good.Humans are kind.They live, love and laughThey have the gift of hopeHelping them all to copeThrough evil human thingsSowing seeds andSewing angel wings.Humans are strange.Humans are incomplete.Punches to kisses to gamesAnger to love to insanityTragedy to crystal clarityWhirlwinds of empty whimsEmpty prayers andHonest pseudonyms.Humans are living.Humans are dying.Ashes to ashes, soul to HellOr perhaps to HeavenNo human can really tellIf even either is real.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of lovethat deserves poetry, Its loveborn out of an inabilityto survive alone,Its affectionborn from a necessityto believe in a lieI'll continue to whisperin your ear each night."I'll protect you"...A lie neither of us believeand neither of us disputefor fear of losing our only tetherto this decrepit existencethat we both fear so much...this love isn't romanticnor is it confrontationalits not comfortingnor is it disturbing,It's merely theresinking beside usin the sea of life ,that's gently drowning us,reminding us that togetherwe can almost breathe.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskHer headphones in,The world shut out.She bleeds for othersAs words fly from Her mind to her fingertips.She stares at the screen,At every little comment,The good and the painful.She forms her emotionsInto books and poemsTo throw away the hurt.She's a writer,And her best weaponsAre her mind and her pen.
[Redacted]The sword is mightyThe pen mightier still.Though blades can injureWords can kill.
fourdo not wish upona star, the starsare dead; the skyis filled with corpses
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.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
.you’ve gota lioninside,a heartfull ofpride,and you’renot lettinghim roar