Misery.Its dark,I'm lost,my demonsno longer guide me.Burn a lightand try tofind me.
I'm Done.I can feelwinterkiss my cheekthrough the numbness,its cold.I'm cold,my bodytrembles.These pillswere supposed tohelp.Iwas supposed toheal.I'm sorry,what have theydone?I'm sorry,for who I'vebecome.
Apology.I'll spend my life,if my existencemay be so called,apologizing for everything,even whatcould never be my fault,because every horrible thingcan be traced backto me.
Sorry, I Love You.You sworeto make me feelall the painI caused youby destroying everythingI loved.My heart brokeand tears fellfrom my eyes,as you killed yourself.
Fallen.I wonder how many tearsLucifer has shed,when he sees the scars on his backand remembers he once possessed wings.Probably still less than mewhen I look at your memoriesand see the hollow spacefrom where you cut me out.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
Horology.Like a clock,you said you'd waitforever,but I forgotto replace the battery,now you'rebroken.
Preparation.Tell mebefore you pull the trigger,I want my last wordsto be something to remember.
They Call This Drowning.We fell in love;A deep and surgingwatercolor seawith lilac waves thatwrestled with our ailingbodies,and azure air that choked ourlungs.We were in over our heads.
...i'd like to see the stars, falland kiss themoon.i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glowinto a million little pieces, andscatteracross the seas.one day, these lights will goout; one day, that wish will cometrue.[shut your eyes and imaginethe end]
...and everytime i flipthroughthese empty pages,alli can seeare the blankstares glaringbackat me.[i have nothing to say .]
...you've got the rain following youaround like a sad tunedancing atop of cloudsthecrows are loosingfeathers likepetalsoff of flowers.[it's melancholy .]
Story Time.You are an open bookIn a language that I cannotRead.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
AttentionWhen we want a certain pair of eyes to look at usIts our instinct to act out of character
Tell me howHow could still you plead,The many times you wished I'd bleed?How many wrongs I had done.Don't make me think you have won.At the end of a tunnel there is always light.That's what's left, right?
About that Unpopular girlTaciturnShe becomes the omniscient narrator for the classroomfrom the desk in the back of the class [and next to the window]Her long black hair is combedHer neatness being revealing how self-conscious she really isShe carries no scentnot of filth or of offensive odornot of dove bodywash or perfumenot even of the mark of eveWhen I capture your fleeting glanceI see the life in your eyesthe millions of explosionsbehind your irises that tell meYou are alive.A tiny glimpse past the corporal--past the dark circles of stress--past all things average about youbut you look away... you say "g-g-gomenasai"Gomenasai for looking at meGomenasai for meeting meGomenasai for wanting to be with meand I young and ignorant will say goodbye [to you and your beauty] and return to my lifeI will never hear you again.
I adopted your scars onto my bodyYou came to me in the midnight of your lifeWhile I was in the twilight of mineI was barely breathingBut you were suffocatingAnd so I breathed my air into your lungsLeaving myself to be the one gasping insteadPerhaps it was the angst of your soul that drew me inOr the beauty of the pain in your natureThe selfish selflessness that left me in such wonder that I could ignore the pain i feltI adopted your scars onto my raw fleshSo that you could again walk among the livingWhile I laid in happy agony in the grave you abandonedYou promised to return so that we could change places one day...You promised...
.hatredis in labour,would givebirth toforgivenessif i let it(no)
With Every Beat of your HeartHis eyes were stormingI was drowning in the blueNo life raft in reachHis heartbeat a metronomeThat guided me toward the shore
PsychoI see what isn't thereNo one yells yet I can hearThe silence screams my nameNo one can feel my painInside I'm a messOutside I try my bestHappiness made of plasticOverly dramaticSurrounded by the nightI see faces and try to fightI close my eyes and yell, "GO!"Everyone's a little psychoA person inside my headOn panic it is fedRed, the color of fearThe monsters draw nearScars on my armsI beg and it harmsJust let me beOne day I'll be freeI curl up and cryAll I want is to dieI've become my own foeEveryone's a little psycho.
16 knocks on wood1.the moon disappears every 28 days.it wanes & waxes in fractions; it's smartenough to not try everything at once.2.i have been taught that every 7 years,the cells in my body will die & be born again.this means the moon will vanish & reappear 91 timesbefore i will have skin free of your fingerprints.3.Proud Lake is located in Commerce, Michigan. at the crack of dawn,you can find a boy with a gravel & honey voice casting fishinglines into the abyss. you will wonder if he'll catch a good one.4.time knows no boundaries;just benevolence that doesn't always work out.5.once, when i was 2 years old, i choked on the leaf of a mulberry tree.not every seed bears good fruit.sometimes, something is so beautiful that you can't breathe.sometimes, you won't even try.6.my palm is roughly the size of a nectarine.in Chinese culture, nectarines symbolize mutationand mutation is a change in structure.i still don't know what my hands are trying to tell me.7.a boy named Joshua tol
.the stars rock themselvesto sleepthere is nothing left;they have peeled the moonlike a ripe fruit, coilsof pearly skin draping the hills,only god knowswhat they did to her core,where they buried her seedsin the earth(i put my ear to the ground now and listen, for her children in their wombs of dirt)
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleepI can't bare to close my eyesI can't stand what's inside my headBe it made of truth or lies'Cause when I fall asleepThe nightmares take placeThe worst things I can imagineScarier than any screaming faceIn my dreamsI see you thereBut you're hurting me on purposeAnd you don't seem to careI see you with other girlsAnd you look so happyAnd I'm stood there screamingTelling you it should be meBut you're not listeningYou're too busy having funI can't get away from what I'm seeingNo matter how much I try to runI'm seeing you with girlfriendsI've never even heard ofTelling them they're beautifulAs I start to sobThen I wake up in the darkAnd I'm lying here aloneWith no one here to comfort meJust me on my ownYou may think the worst part is overBut it's only just begun'Cause when I go back to sleepI know I'll have another oneNightmares that leave me cryingWhen I wake up in bedWishing every nightThat they would stay out my headBut I kno
LungsMaybe ifour lungsexhaled moneyinstead ofcarbon dioxide,we'd valuelifea little more(or maybe we'd just go broke).
a poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mindit isn't like i'mlazy or anything it's just thatthe thought of getting lostin a crowd of ten or more peoplemakes me want to puke.this is not just somestupid little hang-up that you canjoke about when i'mdigging my fingernails into my palm sohard that blood is drawn as we walk throughschool hallways so packed that it feelslike we're suffocating from too muchoxygen but i just grit my teeth andlaugh "yeah, i know, i just don't likebeing around people sometimes."but you know,there's just something about the waymy mother says "go out and have a lifeand stop looking like the worldbetrays you every day"that makes my stomach dropor when my dad looks at me and justsighs, like they've finally realizedi was never good enough to betheir daughter.and to everyone who believes thati just need to relax,to just calm down and think:fuck you. fuck you for trying to pretendlike you know how it feels when mybones grind together like brokengears as i walk by people who mayor
Color Me Dead.I'm tired,the kind that sleepcan't fix.I need somethingstronger,a type of restthat last longer.