She's always Watching.
Always out the window.
She is Pretty.
People stare.
She's Afraid,
But
Always keeps her face straight.
Her deep blue eyes glazed over.
Always in Another World.
People don't Laugh and Whisper,
Anymore.
They Don't Understand.
They Don't Know.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
I like using glue when I am sad.
I like painting my arms with the white, sticky substance.
I like letting it dry.
I like seeing the white turn clear.
I like feeling how hard and sure my arms feel when they are coated in this shield.
I like touching how it wrinkles when I move my arms.
I like tugging it off like dead skin.
I like ripping off large pieces at a time.
I like collecting the scraps I pull off in a pile.
I like pretending that I'm peeling off every flaw of mine.
I like acting as if, when I'm done removing it, everything will be better.
I like noticing how difficult it is to grab onto the dried glue.
I like how it pains to remove it.
I like how red my arms are.
I like using glue when I am sad.
Because sometimes removing sadness does hurt.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
Hey.
You
Here?
Yes.
Do you ever miss
Who I
Used to be?
*I have to accept who you are
Regardless.*
You didn't answer
My question.
I don't miss anything.
Ok.
I miss
Who
I used
To be.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Pebbles of Thought make ripples in my Mind.
A clear blue lake, my Mind is.
Pebbles they drop,
drop,
drop.
Maybe today I'll go pebble skipping.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
Dust on my
Charcoal
Canvas.
Just brush it off
A night of peace
A galaxy of blown stars.
An attempt at an imperfect perfection.
But I wipe it away, anyway.
My constellation is too dangerous
for Anyone Else.
So I **** my night heaven with light pollution,
And diminish my stars.
And I'm just a canvas
A Blank,
Empty,
Canvas.
Now, look what we've done.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
I used to think I was Cold.
Distant, Untouchable.
I used to think I didn't care what they said--
Until they did.
I forgot it's too late.
I know I was wrong.
But hey,
I'm not sorry.
I started out young,
And dumb--
Blinded by These Bright Lights.
My last tumble down the rabbit hole:
I swore; Never Again
But You came,
And I broke.
I met you and Alice pushed me down,
down,
Down,
down.
I was the Mad hatter;
But I didn't notice.
Blinded by These Bright Lights.
You Left.
Alice awakens me from my dream
And I'm left sorry--
Sorry,
For the things I haven't seen.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Is it bad?
If I'm happy when you're not here?
Is it bad?
If I don't want you near?
Is it bad?
If I don't care?
Is it bad?
That you don' t play fair?
Please tell me,
Would it be bad?
If I didn't love you?
Anymore?
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
I've always been Afraid of Love,
With good reason to.
Love defeats Hate
And Hate powers Destruction.
Love Dies and Hurts People.
They say,
Love Heals Wounds
But
Love makes Wounds,
Too.
He was Different-
It Felt.
But now he's Not-
It Feels.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
She's always Writing.
Always in her notebook.
She could be Pretty.
But
She never looks at People.
Always her face straight.
Her deep blue eyes glazed over.
Always in Another World.
People always Laugh and Whisper.
They Don't Understand.
They Don't Know.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
so high
the air
cuts at my lungs
and
my head spins
and
my heart beats faster
and
I'm taking very
short
breaths
and
bright
lights
dot
across
my
vision
and
I
can't
do
anything
but
write
lines,
words,
l
e
t
t
e
r
s.
s
o.
h
i
g
h.
t
o
o.
h
i
g
h.
and
the
black bird
sits.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC