You would think she was an actress with the amount of lines she has...
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
If there's a land that's called tomorrow
and it lies across the sea,
I'd like to find a boat to borrow-
I can bring you there with me.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
I can't stand this prison
with bars made out of
numbers and equations
I need to escape
Give me
an iron spoon
So I can dig my way out
Give me
a sleeping pill
So I can put
the guard to sleep
Steal the key
Unlock the door
Set me free
C'mon, bell
Hurry up and
ring!
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Lay not your glass slippers
Upon the stairs
For I am too infatuated
With the stars
To chase a girl
Who runs from them.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
You know that moment
When you just want to
Shatter everything
And you want to have the power
To tighten it all into the
Clenching ball of your fist
And all you are searching for
Is some sort of hole in the canvas
Some sort of loose thread
Of thoughts
That you can staple around your fingernails
And t
e
a
r
You want to slice upon the sky
Let the sun bleed out of it
You want the ground to rupture,
The carpet to erupt
The clock faces to be seared right off
The only satisfaction
You can imagine is one made of
f
r
a
g
m
e
n
t
a
t
i
o
n
?
You know that?
Yeah.
This is my rage song.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Hey there, woah there
well I'd just like to
take this fine opportunity
to tell you that I assure you,
my good sir, that I don't
give one-eighth of a
one-hundredth of a
flying ****
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
A poem is like
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Chopped,
Shaped,
Sanded for smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
I love the way you make me hate you.
I hate the foolish way it makes me love you.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Please tell me you'll fight this fight,
I can't see without your light,
I need you to breathe into my life.
Don't tell me this is goodbye,
I won't grieve - it's not yet time,
Each breath breathed is keeping hope alive
So keep breathing,
Go on breathe in:
Just Breathe
Each breath breathed means we're alive,
And life means that we can find,
The reasons to keep on getting by.
And if reasons we can't find,
We'll make up some to get by,
'Til breath by breath we'll leave this behind.
So keep breathing,
Go on breathe in:
Just Breathe
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC