don't look at the clock
do not look at the skyline
close your eyes and lay
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I wish to fall away in a dream. Sometimes I wish to never wake. And they say it's just a phase. And they tell me to pray, but the miracle of a god cannot wash this away.
And they are willing to tell me who I am, what I want. They tell me my dreams and desires when all I want is to be free.
I wish to fall away in a dream, much like the ones where I felt every bit of me panic as I fell. But I wish not to be wretched awake. I only wish to escape.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
I wish to kiss your
jawline and gaze upon the
starlight. What a wish.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
the sky is screaming
pouring an intoxicating pitch into my broken eardrums
this toxic melody violently shaking my brain, leaving small ripples on my flesh like the waves of an ocean
moist palms cupped around the curves of my ears
enough to dull the angry cries from the skyline
the sky is screaming
but I don't want to hear
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
dandy lion dreams
caked dirt on my worn out knees
i drink from the sky
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
ive managed to lace my head with hallucinogens and watch the bees rest in my eyes. pale blue is the sky as their wings buzz in unison. i can feel the silk petals nestled in my skin.
i wish to taste the clouds even more. white shrouds of dreams wrapped around my tongue. funny how the sun melts me down like a candle. funny how i still find myself in my bed.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
small secrets pour from your pores
a poor soul wrapped inside your flesh
feverent sweats
complacent attempts to envelope me in your sorrows
tomorrow the sun will set and by then I would hope to have forgotten your face
tomorrow I will pour myself another drink and think about poor you
tomorrow you will intoxicate my evanescent daydreams
I pray they don't take me far from the shore of reality
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
before the sun falls
before the black descends
before the stars shine like broken glass
sprint across the sky before the moon comes to wake
before the arch of the crescent glistens like a blade
and when you reach the finish line lean forward towards the light of the setting sun and hide
pull a vail of fluorescence from a
writer's lamp
and warm your throat with *****
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
red stripes of blood
stolen pearls as stars
a white house built with bones
the pledge, a discreet battle cry
a trail of tears we ride upon
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
How does the sky know I miss you? Has it found a way to read my mind because every time I think of you it always seems to rain?
How do I manage to maintain my rough countenance and undisturbed facade? When the sky screams I know not what to do. Where do I run? Can you even hear me at all?
They say there is a god above and they say a devil resides below, but which way is your soul?
I don't know.
I don't know where I'm fit to be.
Can you hear me?
Can anyone?
I'm screaming with the sky and the rain pouring from my eyes.
Can you hear me at all?
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC