where do stories go to die?
do they expire with the ink of thought
penning themselves out of imagination
or simply tire of expectation?
where do proverbs go to die?
tell me and i would scourge that ignorant grave site,
guillotine its keeper, decapitated
upon a writer’s block
where do poems go to die?
show me and i will breach earths bowels
wrenching words from darkness depths
with the light verse of celebration
and a calligrapher’s paragraph of praise!
only then could i rest in peace
from wordy passion and novel pleasures
and when spent,
upon my epitaph do write;
'she, brought my words to life'.
how can i possibly be standing
how can i possibly be falling
i've lost the ability
whether i'm standing
on solid ground
or falling straight down
I am not cognitive of the realism
of where my feet tread upon this
illumination of understanding.
Am I standing on solid matter below
my lingering movements or is this a
focal point of a mind perplexingly confused.
I jump, listen to that which is speaks
in unheard volume, can you hear
it scream with each mentioned movement
Step inside my reasoning, and listen
to the fractured fusion of a cradled
maddening tip toeing inside.
"I cut the ground and wait for it to bleed in pain,
There was sunlight pouring down
in the park and on the ground
where it could also be seen
the grass had a brighter sheen.
All the shadows that were cast
would for a while yet still last
and the beauty of that sight
was distinguished in the light.
Light awakens with shrieks of thunder
In the sky, a breathtaking wonder
Grief of rain, within clouds it reside
Half parts meet when heavens collide
Tremble in sky, It longs to fly
Never get close, it just wants to clash
It screams with its fascinating flash
Never afraid of fall, it takes a leap
Ground it's salvation, it was born to seek
There is a cold and constant rain that leaks through my bones
Holding me together, more life giving than my mediocre blood
And weakly beating heart.
My frame is creaking despite its young age, worn down and
Falling apart from the inside out.
May the ground hold my bones better than I ever did.
You think you're such a heavy heart, don't you?
Why do you think I can't lift you?
You've lifted me higher than I ever could imagine darling
nothing could drag me down again, now that I have you in my arms.
You want to believe you're so heavy, that you're dragging me down,
that you could be hindering me in anyway. You cling to it, hoping, for some reason, that you're such a heavy heart weighing on me.
I wish you knew how high off of the ground you actually were.
cause baby, I've got your feet off the ground.
and I'll never let you down
I had a boyfriend for two days
Felt relieved during the day
Then regretted it later that following day
I thought...well at least I can barrow his bag now
Although, he would let me barrow his leather jacket
Told me not to use the pockets though
For a reason I’ll never know, nor do I want to know
He left his moisturizer in my friends car
But he should know
He’s never getting it back
Because I’ve been using it everyday
Since we’ve been apart
Since we’ve found common ground
He’s gone his own way
And I’m going mine
With different lovers in mind
Were still just friends
Only now with boundaries