I no longer think that this is me getting lonely.
I think what I want is for people to perceive me
as not a simple human, but a magnificent pine tree.
the leading pine giant held by the side of a mountain,
I want, more than anything ever possible, again and again.
Though we are linked by my roots and the soil from which I am fed,
we are the idea of a connection, a mere merging instead.
He is my companion and my support,
building at my feet little snow forts.
He is the paragon of advantage, a splendor the energy of the sun.
By volleys of ice, the head off his body is where his power is undone.
He is invincible and I am immortal
that is what makes us feel so beautiful.
I know I'm not lonely, even though I cry.
I long for this symbiosis, I understand why:
I dream of my mountain, rupturing the sky.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Oh babe, oh man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?
Wrap all of me up in your big, thick arms,
Tight and deadly like a mummy's embalmed
Use your hands to suffocate me,
Cover my eyes so I can't see
Bury me in a coffin the shape of you
My face pressed against your chest, what a good view
All I want is for you to hurt me,
to kiss my face and then comfort me
Bruise my arms and sweeten my skin
Hide all our demons deep within.
This is between us and no one can know
The love I want and the love you show
My boo, my man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
you destroyed my earth
to my end and from my birth
and now it's impossible to get anywhere
there is no soil for me to walk upon
asphyxiation is the least of my problems when there is no air
you corrupted my system of time
to the night and from such fresh dawn
I cam confined in the incarceration of a dimension
and you will do nothing to ease the tension
I cannot tell my friends what you've done
I thought we were supposed to be having fun.
I cannot blame you, because that would be arrogance.
I will not blame me, because that would be ignorance.
At the center of this planet that we used to run,
you have created something deeper than a black hole.
I've grown tired of trying to reach the even horizon.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
"Circa five years"; that phrase I always said
I hoped in that time we'd still be on track
But now it's not a joke and it's stuck in my head
won't you say it back?
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
I want my cake and I
wanna eat it, too
It's my party and I'll
cry if I want to
Spare the rod
and spoil your boo.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
He laid his heavy head on my pillow here
and I laid mine on his shoulders there.
I'm chained to the middle of the now
but my mind wheels back to then.
He knows me by my overwhelming fear
that hes going to vanish into thin air.
I feel more than okay when he pushes me down
and I can finally feel normal again.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
you want me when you can't have me
but you could care less when I'm actually free
When we talked, it was with ease, a breezy air
and now you really don't seem to care
you're just using me and it's so unfair
You used to show me how to be myself
Now who do I go to to cry out for help?
This is worse than being put on the shelf.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
rings of red rim perfectly gold irises
condemning me to exile in a world of delight
my minds linger in a summer with sticky skin
and adventure calling my name in the night
I lay in my bed, and hear nothing but the sound of cars passing by
you are simply a fantasy, something to think about when I close my eyes
I ache to quell this yearning for expansion;
to drive in your car and see where we go
It won't happen and these dreams are transient
I'm fed up with thinking these thing so please, leave me alone.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Inside me there is something like a chrysanthemum,
Irradiating a light like the sun.
Growing, it unfolds an oasis of bliss
Chalk full, it pours a dismantling happiness.
It feels like my ribcage is about to burst.
Warm and heart beating, like I was shot first.
the gun to my chest is his voice in my ear
I tried my best over the course of this year.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
woke up thinking about death
staring at the opposite wall
I used to be scared to death of dying
But it hasn't crossed my mind in awhile
So I tried to imagine the deformed abyss
The lack of color and ever-changing, nondescript shapes.
The pressure in my eye sockets and absence of thought
But I realized
I just don't care anymore
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC