i told the stars about you tonight
they glistened and dazzled as if they were dancing
they carried my words to the moon
she shined so bright not a cloud dared to dim her beauty
she whispered them to the sun when she rose
when she did rise it was with such fierceness and passion
the sky looked as if it was on fire
the sun then kissed the wind and carried your essence back to me
you swam around me like the rain of a hurricane
embracing me with every lasting moment
enveloping me with the sweet smell of home
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
I love how you smoke that cigarette
How you touch it to your silk lips
Breathe in deeply
Exhale slowly
I envy that cigarette
How it can taste your tongue
Let you breathe her in
Consume all she has to offer
Over and over
I wish I could give you a fraction of what she offers
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
Perhaps we never truly met
until I heard your voice of flowers
spill hydrangeas across the carpet
of my bedroom at 3 am.
Those whispers of nothingness
that smell oh so sweetly in the night
begin to wither away as sunrise creeps in
through the window I forgot to close tight.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
These brittle bones make my knees shake
Arms heavy with the weight of exhaustion
My feet drag across the ground
Always too tired to pick them up
So they scrap the broken pieces of me
That lay across this grass
Tearing apart my aching feet
Wishing I could pick them up
And carry myself to you
But they are bruised and bleeding
Making me stay
These weeds grow around my limbs
Breaking my brittle bones with ease
I’ll lay here in agony
Playing with these leaves that have fallen from dying trees
Breaking apart in my hands
The weeds have consumed my organs
I tried to **** them with pesticides
But they are infectious
Sprouting up into my lungs
Flowering into abandonment and doubt
Flourishing and burying me beneath the earth
My mouth tastes of copper
And all I see is black
All I can think of is these weeds
That have grounded up my skin
And dragged me into the dirt
I fight to breathe but all I can smell is rotting bones and flesh
I try to claw my way out but deaths got a grip
I whisper my cries of agony as I sink deeper
A corpse bride is all I am
Married to this life of suffering which has no end
I’m tired
So I’ll let the weeds consume me
Fueling my insomnia
Breaking apart my will to escape this reality into a world of make believe
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
You'll just tell me to shut up.
The things I used to patch up,
the cut and scratch up,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
Trying to convince my shadow,
I'm worth following.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
A distant look in her eyes,
Stretching beyond the horizon.
A battle long fought,
In her dreams so surreal.
A thousand miles did she walk,
Before pausing to rest.
But the lights began to fade,
For it was time for her sunset.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
though she walks a beautiful road
that is not all there is.
bathed in brilliance
flowing through her being as if it
were in her veins.
courage surges from every orifice:
a warrior, underestimated, unappreciated
head among the clouds
sun kissed eyes blind
to the adverse
lips graced with a wisdom beyond the years
worn
refined
radiant patience brushed over her skin
so though she walks with flowers in her hair
beauty is not all there is.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
As much as I miss you, dear,
I cannot keep watering dead flowers,
Not even an IV can save them now.
Why I'm still trying is unclear,
But I've been giving CPR for hours,
Trying to save this somehow.
I cannot keep watering dead flowers.
I cannot keep tangling with powers
Way beyond my ken.
I cannot keep hoping for more.
I cannot keep fighting this war
And losing all over again.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC