i gave you everything
just to make you whole
and then you left me
and now i wander
like a ghost
just searching for some place
because your door
is closed to me.
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered late
as we lay beneath their
"what if i die today?" you asked.
and i told you in that case,
i'd see you by tomorrow.
this can't be pain, it hurts too much.i always fall addicted
to dangerous things,
but at least cigarettes
warn me on the label.
your smile read only innocence,
but i guess that's my fault
meadows.you only ever picked dead flowers
because you wanted to leave the living ones
for others to admire...
i guess that's why you chose me
over everyone else.
december.and when they take me
to the morgue,
will you see the difference
between my skin and the sheet?
and when they close my eyes
please be standing over me,
so that your face
will be the last thing they see.
and when those tears fall
down from your face
pour them on my lips,
so i can take you with me.
and when they look away
caress my bloodless face,
give me one last gush of
and when they bring the casket
gently tuck me away to sleep,
read me one last story
from that book atop the shelf.
and when they place me in the ground,
beneath six feet of dirt,
leave your footprints in the snow
and please don't let them melt.
and when I fall to hell
i'll be waiting at the gates,
but darling please take your time
there is no need to rush.
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 book
I never had the words to write.
how to love a boy who is lost.fall
like you're jumping from a cliff
into a thrashing sea whose waters you cannot tread,
dive into their depths and fill your lungs with waves.
just don't close your eyes,
because you have to search for him.
feel your weight drag you to the bottom,
feel the ocean embrace you
and don't be afraid of that pounding in your chest.
each heartbeat is sonar
a signal calling him and his calling you.
learn to swim now
if you drown you cannot save him.
swim to the fallen cities,
the submerged castles
and maritime gardens.
there you'll find him,
lost in thought and studying the fish.
i hope you saved some oxygen
so you can breathe during the kiss.
left.i just needed you to stay
but you couldn't hear me beg you,
because the world outside
was so damn loud.
Art Hurts.I fell in love
with a painter
who loved his art
more than anything
A painter fell in love
with a poet
but I focused on my art
more than anything
We never had time
to love each other
because canvas and parchment
lured us away.
We only met
when I would sit for a portrait,
or he would pose for a poem.
Love is such a pretty
but the pain,
of which we had an abundance,
forged art so profound
that it's a wonder
we're both still
i dreamt i was in the city.concrete lungs
exhaling cigarette whispers,
and neon eyes.
hands like whiskey
spilled across the floor
and lips like feathers
falling to the
dark spaces and vacant streets,
and swelling years.
here's the city,
i can't wait to get lost.
'tomorrow never dies...'my first tattoo
was done in the backseat
of your car
as we pulled to the curb
the stick's sharp tip
you drowned in ink
and buried beneath my skin.
i wanted your words to hurt
just like your love,
because Pain is the only name
i ever knew you by.
i'm going to need you to breathe for us.don't fall in love with me
because i don't do things the way your exes do.
i'm not going to take you to some fancy restaurant
with a suit and tie and valet to park the car
i'll take you to a library instead
we'll go shopping together
and try on some other people's grandparent's clothes
we'll get new names and fake shitty accents for each reflection
i'll convince you to buy an ugly jacket
by telling you your face is so damn pretty
no one's going to look once at that color blocked windbreaker
you'll wear it in the car,
but fidget uncomfortably when we stop
so we'll switch coats outside the art museum
you'll take my picture next to some abstract piano sculpture
constructed of old park benches
and tell me that i'm brave,
but i'm just a coward who likes to make you laugh.
i care too much about what people think
but not when i'm with you
because those strangers are just echoes of your shadow.
we'll go into the bell tower of that catholic church by the harbo
Flawed Canvas.Your lips
all across my heart.
My blood isn't even
its a pale and dying
that bleeds onto the floor
and paints a picture
the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you.i got bored in class last friday,
so i wrote a poem upon my hand,
and when my teacher walked by he read it.
"that's deep," he said.
"i know," i told him,
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smoke
to the sound of your slurred voice
singing off key
to whatever song came on the radio.
i'm sure the stars looked down on us
as we laughed and ran about that dying meadow
in the ides of october.
there's something bordering on nostalgia
i feel for that scuffed leather jacket
you always wear.
but maybe it's just dreaming.
and when we finally started back home
we could have died
and for once in our lives
it would have been with smiles on our faces.
i wonder what the coroner would have
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my room
staring at your picture on my mirror
and wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as you
would ever love someone like me,
but then i remember
cigarette boxes.you were once my addiction,
the force i would so gladly
then they took you away,
to the hospital,
and now you've changed.
your eyes are distant
your voice is empty,
there's nothing left
to breathe in.
Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your
if thoughts were objects, i'm drowning in them.like a philosopher,
i see you staring at the clouds
or out the window to the fog blanketing the neighborhood and tall color-changing trees,
and, with your lip between your teeth,
and the ever-faint tap of your pencil against the desk,
you seem to be running away
out of this city
away from these blank white-noise statues
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
MadnessI'm drowning in sadness
And spiraling into madness
My mind is a mess
So make a guess
I'm falling into craziness
So I can become careless
And find hapiness
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,
she carried the scent of festival emotions,
tempered by the midnight flames
and fireflies' glow.
I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,
reflected dancing candlelight,
while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,
I discovered tiny galaxies,
but most importantly – I saw my smile.
I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,
playing to the rhythm of my breath.
Her every word,
imprinted tender cherry blossoms,
onto my soul.
I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air
cool against my heavy forehead,
her skin, softer than satin threads,
played games with the waning moonbeams -
its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,
cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.
I loved a girl – she made me happy,
and sadly - I love her still.
Night creaturePlease don’t leave the light on
I don’t like the way it shines
Don’t want to see my wounds and bruises
Let me forget them for tonight
untitled.there are days when i can't
eat- i am full of
cheap cigarettes and words
i never got to
i have gone to the
planets. there is something
in my bones that tastes a lot like
stars- i broke them open and
saw everything i ever
wanted to, and that was what
destroyed me in the end.
if you were to take me
apart, i'm not sure what you would
find; i am a mess of
half finished sentences and
scars that have eaten their way