I stare into the endless void of
bright liquid-crystal in my hand,
blinking 2:47 am
juxtaposed with grays and blacks
of shadow stories on walls
Wind whispers against the
curvature of my bare spine,
a small comfort in the thick
canopies... (more »)
Some days when I turn out the light
the tears start flowing freely.
Some days when I turn out the light
I get real crazy-feely.
The darkness is a sanctuary
and it is a tomb.
The darkness is a place of rest,
the darkness is a womb.... (more »)
Words are spoken.
Your world is broken.
And the pain you feel,
And the tears you cry
Are just a part of what's passing by.
And you begin to loose your grip
On reality and the hope you hold
And all you can do is watch it slip away.... (more »)
She wasn’t sure she wanted to, but she did.
He did as he said he would; he got her to fall in love again.
It wasn’t as easy as the first time, but he made it pretty easy.
She fell harder than she expected to in the first three... (more »)
Our minds are a never-ending maze filled with walls and dead ends,
A puzzle waiting for a challenger.
walls built from regret, hurt, and one-way love,
And the dead ends made from people who claimed they'd be forever, but never were.
... (more »)
I need a friend. I need a friend, who doesn't understand why one day i'll hurt them. Why one day I cant make ends meet But why I must fleet I need a friend, who wont know why But will always try, try to understand, Who will try to meet... (more »)
It’s scary How easy it is to hide the scars The pain To put on a mask And fake your way through a pointless day A pointless life It’s scary That nobody will ever be the wiser They’ll never know They won’t see you as you spiral... (more »)
I'd love for you to meet her... But... I am sorry to say... Three years ago today, is when she passed away. She stood up on the bridge, and didn't even cringe, as she looked down below on her premature demise. She... (more »)
Love Is the kind of word You find spinning in the ceiling fan. While I miss you Is hanging from the telephone receiver and falling on the hardwood floor. caught underfoot or away in the pantry. Soon Is resting, sleepy, in... (more »)
You can tell me what you see Behind your painted eyelids, And I will listen patiently, Like I’ve done since we were kids You can tell me about Him, You can tell me about you. I’ll sit cross legged on the floor, And listen like I... (more »)
On the boy who told me self harm is stupid Your ignorance must be bliss To not know the razor blade tongue Slowly slicing soft skin To not know sanity silently slipping away To not know cinders burning into wrists It must be nice It was... (more »)
I want to watch you burn in the pits of a fiery hell And realize, you're no more than an angel who fell I'll tear your soul out and wait to defeat you I'm gonna make you hurt I'll throw you down in the dirt Dont talk You'll add fuel to... (more »)
I am a creator of words and imagination I wonder what will heaven look like after i die and who the people that i loved that are now dead as i will i come to face I feel my consciousness speaking the difference of what is right and what is... (more »)
There are moments when I'm with you that I just need a second to pause to look away and laugh You always wonder why I giggle and nod my head as if it's nothing But the truth is I'm trying to escape this reality These words linger in my... (more »)
the egg, its yolk, my brain & its pepper & aches, sickle skull brimming. the summer night is heavy, its plum breath begging. little bird nestled under my neck, little pecking & cutting – apt, that – my dreams spill over the white... (more »)
I’ve got a stitch along my arm, and a patch across my side. There’s a thread sticking out of my hair, and a bandaid over my chest. My body is covered in bandages, with seams running every which way. I feel like the stuff that’s... (more »)