Looking back

Laughing at the past

Feeling less like trash

Looking back

Watching the flames burn

Falling in the ash

Looking back

Data overload the computer

Starts to crash

But I'm still looking back

"He's so honest!"
Everyone exclaimed with joy
And while honesty is a good thing at times
Sometimes You wanted to be lied to
To be comforted
And to be hidden from the ugly disgusting world

"He's so honest!"
Your mom said at the dinner table
Sure he's honest
But why do You feel like You want to be lied to?

"I'm an honest man so im going to tell you what i really feel"
He said before insulting You in ways you couldn't imagine a dad could
Insulting the way You talk
Walked
Acted
And behaved
and yelling at you as you cried

Hes so honest
But sometimes You want to be lied to
You want your dad to say a pretty lie
To make you feel better

The sky was weeping
And so am I
The leaves were falling apart
And so am I

The sunset was gone
And so were You
The flowers were rotting
And so were you

He was a sculptor
She was his inspiration
Never a Human
Always his muse

So when she died
He tried to resurrect his muse
With clay

He couldn't sculpt her face
He couldn't remember
He had lost his muse

hey everyone!! i would like to make it stated that i am not supposed to be writing this, yet here i am. i am currently in residential treatment. i am not going to go into details because there are some things i would rather to keep private. i have my school computer so i am able to write this, but i am technically breaking the rules because they haven't approved this website yet. that is why i havent been posting. i am still writing poetry though, so when i get out (which might be in a month, 2 or 3) i will post them all  :) thank you all for your support so far and i will be back :D

it’s snowing,
but not enough to cover the ground,
not enough to stick.

just like me—
falling, trying to matter,
but never enough.

it’s snowing,
but not enough to cover the ground,
not enough to stick.

just like me—
falling, trying to matter,
but never enough.

So I looked at you with confusion
The theater curtains were down
The lights were off
No one is in the audience
Empty Seats
So why do you keep acting?

Your flowers died last Monday
But I couldn't bear to throw them out
Sad and Looking down
Just like me
Wilted, Rotting and Brown
Just like you