They told me not to burn bridges but I love the smell of smoke.
Let's hope they hear the sound of your voice feel its deserved choke.
If you were even worth it, then I'd gladly cut you down,
but I think I'll let you get crushed by your
phony fucking crown.
i hate getting to the end of a book
because when it's over
i feel alone
their story is over
i'll never connect with the character the same way again
even if I reread the story
i hate getting to the end of a friendship
because when it's over
i feel alone
our story is over
we will never connect the same way again
even if i relive the memories
it's not something you say
or something you know
it's something you feel
whether you realize or don't
call me if you wish
hang up if you must
i'll spend my days eating
my very own dust
and fall down again
the middle has never
changed any ends
it might be affection
or attachment or doubt
if i knew it i'd say it
if i show it i know
Depth within your heart
spills stories through your eyes
Hidden away from others
yet emotions I surmise
I see the want and need
your hollowness within
Your essence floats my way
and so it all begins
Voids left unfulfilled
create chasms left to split
Indifference all around
causes the heart to take a hit
In search for a connection
though subtle it may be
Your urgency propelled itself
and landed right on me
You are only as pritty as you feel
You are not pritty inside
So your only pritty as you feel.
30 hours with 45 minutes sleep.
Busy day today,
Much work to do and roll through on a hill that's steep.
Thoughts run deep,
Intoxicated by events.
Some things are meant to happen, no use in trying to prevent.
I just want to vent, soul exposure.
Thinking about people with whom there may be no closure.
Head in the sky as people and houses fly by.
Acceptance is a choice one must utilize, don't just try.
Pandora's box, you know what will happen when you pry.
Send me some good vibes, my body's feeling low.
Deeply rooted into a sea of cravings and mystery,
So I know there's room to grow.
Shaken world superstorm, I thrive on the unknown.
We'll see how it goes, how one will survive.
Count your blessings now, and be happy that at least you tried.
I've had to hide, the person I was to please.
Through this I've accumulated a vast mass of mental fees.
Feel the breeze, it's real and energizing.
Beware of thoughts that breed illness,
No matter how hypnotizing.
Realizing new things on a daily basis.
I've pushed myself to extremes, now the nature of everything is making me face it.
A train's coming,
Slowly I step off the tracks.
It cuts through the land, reminding you it's best not to go back.
Memories are moments, we know they won't last.
Just don't dictate your future, based on what happened in the past.
clutch the curvature
stroke a low harmony
tease out a crescendo
amend moans to music
feel me shiver
beneath your climactic
cusp of lust.
and a yearn
to be a cello
I sit here and all i do is cry
curled up in this blanket, not knowing why
I feel different from this world
I feel invisible
When i'm in my cocoon i feel safe
As if all the pain and scars don't even exist
This blanket is a shield to all those hurtful words
Don't let them affect you, but if you do
Know you have a blanket to keep you shielded too
the thing about feelings
is that they change
you may have been
or entirely immersed
but that doesn’t mean
that’s how you feel now
or how you’ll feel forever
and i fear that people forget that,
i fear we fail to remember
that emotions are not permanent
and maybe that’s why
her stomach hurts
when she thinks about
the girls in his life
or why i’m reluctant
to share old poems
because i don’t want anyone
to think that’s how i feel today
so maybe we should start asking
“how are you?” more often
and stop accepting
the default “i’m okay.”
and maybe we should start
caring more about
what people say now,
instead of dwelling on
words of the past
Cold and alone on a sunny day full of people.
Where is the comfort for the frozen hands, lost with no other to hold and caress?
Where is the affection to free the body enveloped in ice from its need to feel release and burn?
Where is the spark to rekindle the fiery passion, the searing heat of a kiss to reignite the dying flames within a lonely heart?
Where is the love that smoulders, hoping to be more than just friends?
Where are you?