Artists.Youcan be the painter,paint words on my lips.Iwill be the writerand write kisses on your skin.
Marigolds.I bought the flowersto put in your hair.Now people are telling methey'd look betteron your grave.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
Horology.Like a clock,you said you'd waitforever,but I forgotto replace the battery,now you'rebroken.
the willows no longer weep for us, isn't that sad?hospital wallsaren't very thickand so every night i could hear you sleepingsoundly in the room next to mine.i wasn't trying to kill myself,not that time,i just wanted to make myself fall asleepso i could find you in our dreams.
A Love Letter.Folded upand neat,your heart is like aletterforged ages agoby careful,steadied hands.Encased in anivory envelopesealed in vermilionwaxyour lovewas a letterthat you recklesslysent.But he wasilliterateand could not readthe beautifulpoetrythat coursed throughyour veinsso he threw itaway.I happened acrossit once,some years back.All wornand tattered,words blurredfrom therain.With cold fingersI straightened thepageand marveled atthe flawless scriptand flamingpassion.How manyyearshave you awaiteda replyto that beautifulletteryou so carelesslygave?
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly makefor the rest of my life.but i'm just a few saturday nightsback in november.
left.i just needed you to staybut you couldn't hear me beg you,because the world outsidewas so damn loud.
this can't be pain, it hurts too much.i always fall addictedto dangerous things,but at least cigaretteswarn me on the label.your smile read only innocence,but i guess that's my faultfor misinterpretation.
wilt.my brother bought my girlfriend rosesone day in june.i can’t say that i blame her for smiling,i’m sure she was sick of daisies--i always put daisies everywhereand wrote poems on the petals.i was too romantic,too feeble and weak.my stone skin only kept her coldand girls like her desire warmth.sometimes i still buy her daisies,even though i just let them slowly die atop my dresser.i still buy them for her,even though it doesn't matter.
5:17 AMand it's sad to thinkthat if you came backto tear me apartagain,i'd let you.
Unspoken.My words wereknivesand I saw howdeep theycutinto your flawless, ivoryfleshand wrecked yourgentle heart.But this damagewas notwroughtby the words thatleft my lips,but by the wordsthat nevermade it past mythroat.
to say i'm sorry is so cliche.and on your flawless face,in the hollows of your cheeks,i poured my every secretin the form of silver tears.
pathological liarsI spin, spin,on ballet toes,but my balance is impaired.I stumble over my own gracelike god is trying to trip me up.please give me an exampleof something that makes me worthwhile.tonight the roads are winding.my head is lollingas I battle myself to keep my eyes open,and all I can think about is howthe radio stations playthe same goddamn songsa hundred times in a row.monotony always frustrates me.maybe that’s why we didn’t last.you crisp-collared,bright-eyed businessmenare all carbon copies.my tattoos frightened you;you claimed that anything so damagingshouldn’t be so permanent.i got them all removed last week.my arms are bare of ink.i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,gave myself a black eyejust to pretend there was a story behind it.you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,and I’m so happy I could cry.you changed your mind, changed your sheets,changed the woman you lovedlike flicking off a switch.I changed the locks, changed my
He's A Star Studenthe's intellectually blessed,(but emotionally a mess)he's always so tired,(but the red gets him wired)
Take Me AwayThe day is dying,And no one’s at my houseExcept for me.I see a black car pulling up in my drivewayAnd I already know who it is.I close all the windows,Slam the doors and lock them shut,Turn off all the lights,Shut off everything that makes light and sound,And pretend no one is home.It’s too late, though.Because he comes out of the car.And I already know who he is.I can’t see his face,He’s hiding it,But I already know who he is.He’s covered with an enormous black hooded robe,Covering every part of his body,But I already know who he is.He’s carrying a weapon,Bladed and swift,And not the type usually used as a weapon.It’s a scythe.And that should be a dead giveaway.He knocks on the door,Slowly and loudly.I don’t answer.It doesn’t matter,That I don’t answer,Because he pushes it down.Not breaks,Not slams,But pushes,Because nothing can get in his way.He finds me and beckons forthFor me to follow hi
Gluei left your sorry assto decay in the dustbecause my arms hurtfrom carting aroundall the glue it tookto fix you.
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from whereyou once snapped vertebrae; Iturned my back on you.
not fade awayTwisted up in a trap of I.V.s,she withered and withered away.Disease stole her lively lightfrom the sickbed where she lay.A month before she perished,I think she might have said,"I know that I am dying, sure,but dying's not the same as dead."
If truth be told, you ruin yourself.The tears, they sting like acid as they pour out your eyes.Tremors, like earthquakes, violently wrack your frame.Breathing comes in ragged gasps, as if choked by unseen hands.Hands that you've created yourself in the murky depth you call your mind.You suffocate yourself, with assumptions and accusations.Everyone looking about, whispering to one another, judging.Your heart rate races and you become skittish and weary of all.Paranoia roots deep within your heart, piercing like spikes of gold and rust.And alone, oh how alone you feel in the world you've woven around you.No one knows your struggles, not even yourself in a clear fashion.You crave the touch of another, consolation and affection and trust.But trust, where is the trust? Away, everyone gets pushed away.Pushed away, or do they run at the first chance they get?Because in the mirror all that has ever looked back at you, a monster.It's vicious some days, pathetic others, always ugly, always wounded.It's the one you'v
==// What Happened to Taking Chances? //==This was obviously meant to happen. I'll tell myself this again and again;nothing can change.No, nothing WILL change.There was a time when I thought I OWNED this new world,but as always, I took my chances.Rolled the dice too many times.But I lost over and over again.My luck always hit rock bottomwhen I thought that it had been MAXED out.What happened to being a risk taker?It died out, along with all my other dreams.I can't bear to see any romantic JOYit reminds me too much of last year;and how everyone sufferedwhile I thrived.I'll feel the remorse I didn't know I could feel.I'll cry even thoughI should be happy for my other friends' happiness.So what did happen to taking chances?Oh, right.I tried,I failed because of you,both of you.But that's quite alright.Because I'd like to say thank you,for being the most loyal friends I've had.Being honest when it would be easier to lieand not hiding what I'd only find out.Telling me because I'm your friend,and
linesthere are circles beneath her eyesthe size of lunar craters and she thickensthem up with liner, checks her teethin the mirror, pulls her hair down,down,down.she tries to fix herself with brokenboys and acid in the nightbut she wakes up every morningand feels herself crumble,stoned
Who Is This Girl?You're fine.. They said, it will be alright.. They insistI close my eyes, I open my eyes.. It's still the same picture, colorless, breathless..I look at this poor girl, who is this person? How does she know me? Why she does look familiar? ...Ah yes, it's what was left of me, the last pieces of a lost broken soul, why is she glaring at me? Why is this hate stare filled with fire in her eyes? ..She says nothing... Stares followed by silence, silence followed by memories, the present started to fade black, the past rose from the dark deep, my dead conscience begun to move inside of me, trembling like it's gonna rip apart outta me, I felt a hot drop of liquid rolled down my cheek, I started to shed tears, my knees touched the ground, look at my hands, they're shaking, heart is pounding, I lift up my sleeves, and I see.. What are these? ..They can't be? ...Scars? I am the girl who was scared to hold a thorny rose in her hand, how can I hold this nasty bloody sharp piece of metal above my
Acceptance Letter.DEAR Parents of _________, We hear by send you this letter as a letter of approval for your daughter/son, ________ to enroll in to THE WORLD HERITAGE ACADEMY OF CULTURAL INTERACTIONS. The Semester starts on the First of September. All students can bring: • Backpack with school supplies. • Enrollment letter and ID • Three Formal attires • Casual clothes • Uniforms (order on school website.) • Phone, Laptop, or any electronic device of communication. • We allow weapons if you are taking self-defense lessons • Money (in any currency) • Pets are allowed but we ask you to keep them separated Rules will we stated at the freshman ordination.
catharsis.i.The devil watched me dreaming,kissed my wristsand painted my lips with blood.ii.I bartered for my place in heaven,but I was buried too deepto be heard.iii.He pushed meout to sea and Ivaliantly tried to drown.
I Hate EverythingLife is cruel;That is the ruleI have learnt to live by.I hate being alone;Feeling so on my ownEven though it's my fault.I want to be a kid;Before I'd done what I didBut it's too late for that.Some days I want to die;Others I wonder whyI am who I am.Too tired to sleep;Too spent to weepBarely enough hope to smile.I want to dream dreams;I only get nightmares it seemsAbout everyone dying around me.Angel on my shoulderAnd a Devil in my headTelling me;"You can't be lonely when you're dead."
Opposites."I love you,"you whisperedin the darkness.Maybe if summerwas cold,if rainwas dry,if birdsswamand fishflew,maybe then yourhatewould equalloveand those three wordswould ringtrue.