Legs intertwined.
Hands
attempting to further the points we were trying to make.
Our faces were close
but something was closer.
We were picking out lights from the sky.
We turned them into words that had never passed out lips.
We were somethings
in a world of nothings.
He had really nice hair.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Think of your skeleton,
and think of what’s wrapped around it.
Now close your eyes and feel its weight.
Delete it.
Delete every one of your two-hundred-plus bones.
begin in your core;
your spine
your neck
your ribs.
Feel yourself implode.
Your centre’s now a black hole
a void.
Your lungs collapse first
squeeeezing
the air into a mist
that hovers over the alien vacuums tug.
Your intestines are untangling
and your lips are tingling.
You’re disintergrating
no,
evaporating.
Feel every atom of your existence fading…
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Infatuated with your scars,
you’re picking at the scab.
You never wanted them to heal
because you’re happy to be sad.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Never have I met you,
and never will I know
what you look like in the morning
or what you look like when you go.
But the tale that’s yet told here
Holds a secret that’s yet shared;
Of the daydreams which we live in
- which are far, and few, but fair.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying
nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying
nobody cares unless you’re petty or dying
well,
no one will care if you don’t let them in
they’re not mind readers they’ve got to know that you’re hurting, first
nobody cares unless you tell them you’re crying
nobody cares unless you tell them you’re dying
people will care if you’re not pretty or dying
let them in, open up
tell them that you’re feeling too much
feel free to be charmless
they’ll love you regardless
i promise that someone will care if you’re not pretty or dying
you dig and dig
then sit and cry
because, oh god, why
have you been left here to die?
digging a grave and claiming to fall
when really you jumped
won’t get you anywhere at all
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
When I look up at the sky
I see an immense something,
made up of masses little things
that’s too big to fit in a frame.
I look into a throbbing bead of white
and focus hard
I cant understand how such a small nothing
can make up
(and be made up)
so many massive somethings.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Have you ever been sat on by sadness?
I'll tell you now it's not as comedic as it sounds.
I am being sat on
by ceaseless weight centred on my chest.
It is built of everything I have made of your words.
It is built of everything I have made of your lack of words.
It is made up of what was once inside of me,
that now sits outside of me.
It has the weight of a small child
and the solidity of a rock.
It sits on my chest and moves the blood to my head
and the air through my lungs.
It squeezes its toxic weight into every single one of my cells.
It wants to come back in,
Because apparently it doesn't like the outside world much either.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Be happy.
Be happy!
Because they'll leave you if you're not
and then it will only be worse.
Don't think about it.
Fight it.
Be happy.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
With your dignity at the bottom of a bottle
you shared with me your sweet nothings.
We weaved around secret feelings
and waded through shallow fears.
Warmed by jungle juice we growled at misconceptions
and spoke in cirlces, and circles and circles.
We wandered off paths long lost
and discovered life's finalities
- and finally -
we found our way home.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC