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.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
One Day His Life Will Be a Classic.There's sorrowon his lips,and sonnetsin his eyes.Each scar on his wrist,speaks in fatal monologue.He lives a tragedynot evenShakespeare could write.
Horology.Like a clock,you said you'd waitforever,but I forgotto replace the battery,now you'rebroken.
Everyone Knows Boys Can't Fly.They told him liesdid not existwhere evil dared not roam,and that if he only spreadhis wings,the wind would hold himup,and make him fly.He stood on theedge,his toes balancedin the skyand with a breath he closedhis eyes,and fell back down toEarth.
Give Me a Portrait.Paint me without aface,because I'm sure youdon't remember mineanyway.
Roses Can Change.White roses make youcrybecause they remind youof him.To see you smileand take the painfrom your eyes,I'd prick each of myfingertipsand drip my bloodonto each velvet petalthat adorns the snaking vineso that the red roseswill make you thinkof me.
I Am Lost.I am lost,I cannot feel.Is this sleep,When I close my eyes?Or is it death,When I rest my head?I am lost,I cannot see.Is this real,When I hear your voice?Or is it an illusion,When I see your face?I am lost,I do not knowWhere I am,When I look ahead.Or where I've been,When I look back.I am lost,I have forgottenHow to speak,When words weigh on my lips.Or how to scream,When terror fills my lungs.I am lost,I’ll never be found.No one noticed,When I went away.They can see me,But I am gone.
Speechless.I wanted to writea poem foryou,but when you leftyou took everything,even the wordsI never spoke.
RawThese fingers never thoughtThey could write poetry,Just like this mouth neverThought it could eat heartsAnd swallow regrets.Your secrets still paintThe inside of my throat,Hieroglyphics of a loveThat left me raw.I can still feel you inMy bones, and I'll keepYou there till the sunTurns to dust and theMoon stops singing herSorrow to the stars.
symptoms of red a materialist inside of you unknitting your sweater & in your dream you are a wolf eating a flower in an orange field. the world is ending. an unnamed girl stains you as if she were tea giving up to a foaming ocean. she writes a story: the unrequited blurry visions of two visionaries
The DeadI have chemical wakefulness,10 dollars and 27 cents hidden last night,somewhere around the apartment, maybe in the couchor behind the drywall. The red stiff pillows are on the carpet,my chest was stuffed with vibrations and tapered:It's not in the kitchen. Not in our bedroom,but you have forty dollars in your wallet.Your body's in airspace. Maybe you had dinner,your parents' favorite restaurant,or called Richard while you smoked in the parking lot,talking:feather hymns, exosongs, traffic tones,a late ride home, long straight roads, flaking paint,creaking sway, bitter drip, dragging lights,dark skin,a choking fit,his nihilistic faith, a repetitive twitch,how he appreciated with his fists,and you were 23,thought everything was plainor symbolic:"I'll pick up something for dinner,"but I only spend 18.60 at the supermarket.
Flawed Canvas.Your lipsleft watercolorstainsall across my heart.My blood isn't evencrimson anymore,its a pale and dyinglilacthat bleeds onto the floorand paints a pictureof you.
long distance relationship.and do you thinkthe moonever gets sadwhen the sun leaves herto shine forus?
Insomnia.I’d stay awakeAll nightIf it meant you’d still be breathingIn the morning.
.some people witherwith love;others bloom
Springthe stale air in my lungsis depleting with eachbreath of crude spring.my blood is melted,my heart is smolderingand my eyes are aflame.the corpse of winterlays dormant undermy feet
Dreamscapeyou whisperin your dreamsand i countthe ways you love me,the trickling ofpassionyour unconsciousharborsfor me.
No Place Like HomeLooks like I'm back again,I went around the world wideAnd now I'm going to confideThat there is no place like home.Had some shits, had some giggles,Had some smiles and some tearsI got young and aged by years;But there is still no place like home.I left everyone behind,I left myself back here tooAnd I've missed all of you,Because there is no place like home.
065.what ifwe got solostinlightthatdarknessdidn'texist.
So Many"I know your secret.""Which one?"
Love AgainLove AgainI hate to admit-That I don't stand a chanceAll risks turn into rifts-Our hands will become too...distant-I crumbled inside every time I tried-I couldn't look you in the eyesA reflection was all I saw-The beast within me whose heart was still rawI'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with meYou can only depend on your ownFor I have deemed myself unworthyWhile I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopesI've abandoned the part of my soulThat connected to othersI was forced to let that side of me goSo never again would I fully mourn for anotherA sphere of tears-Floods my sockets with fearKnowing that-Every possible future will mimic the past-I've stayed awake-Inside the eternal moments that I've createdAnd my immortal regret-Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
RedemptionRedemptionRedemption they askmy moonless nightsLurkingin the darkness of my mindAlways whispering,that there is no other storyTo redeem me,Except mine.
On small thingsThe differencebetween bitter& betteris just a vow-el
Content.I went searchingfor myself,I ended up finding youinstead.