(Goodnight)
Lay your head
on my chest,
listen as my
pulse sings
lullabies
for you
sink into this
bed, pounds
of restless
gravity
let this warmth
of my flesh
seep into your
bones
you are
safe with me
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
I have dreams where glass is thrown but nothing's breaking.
My hearts heavy and my hands are shaking.
I look at you and nothing's there,
Just a cold blank stare.
Like everything and everyone is something,
And I'm here alone and left with nothing.
I want to reach you but you're so far away,
Disconnected and in disarray,
Fear has taken over,
All goodbyes and cold shoulders.
Will I ever feel okay?
Will dreams all make sense one day?
Heat rushes through my veins,
It burns right through me and pours like rain.
No one can feel that but me,
I may be able to explain it, but you can't see.
So much beauty, but all I feel is hate.
I want to scream but there's no voice to penetrate.
I could yell but nothing comes out,
I'm all chewed up and spat back out.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
I've forgotten the rush of pen to paper
I've diluted the taste of every life saver
I wanted to feel freedom from heartache
but couldn't feel as thought it was just a mistake
I need to write to feel alive
Letting out the toxins I use to survive
Breathing out my brains archive
Feeling free once again
Level headed and zen
Pen to paper I feel
Pen to paper shows emotions are real
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
You're like pink sugar mixed with cigarette smoke.
We know that smell. If you don't you're missing out.
It's not supposed to make sense, being a sweet as sugar scent
mixed with the lingering bitterness of poison...
But together makes sense.
It's not like they knew when they invented pink sugar perfume it would mix perfectly with smoke
and create magic.
It just became a new signature,
something special that people recognize and identify with.
Being one way or completely the other, when combined is brilliant.
The two counterpoints balance one another, and something beautiful emerges.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
She was beautiful, an elegance that swooned those where she traveled. She didn't say much, kept to herself, but she didn't have to. She promised the world and followed through with practically nothing, just a shadow of herself when she left yesterday morning.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left, my dear?
The souls in which shed swoon were The Devils and angels. Some swaying the pendulum, viewing different angels, uncertain of where to lay their heads at night. But others were drawn to the light. They viewed it so bright they could almost taste it, she tasted it, she craved it like it was the last drop on earth. All she wanted was to rid that curse, but it pulled her under deeper and deeper within each soul shed sweep.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left me, my dear?
She had the darkness inside her. And I wanted to hide her. It was the almighty antidote, that made sense of her train of thought she spoke. She wanted to feel, but all I could feel was her heel stepped on top of me. She was so sweet and fragile, and I wanted it all, but she had my heart pinned on her wall. She knew it was perfect and real, but it pained her to feel. Because although she was beautiful, she didnt see it. she let the darkness of the world depict her feelings.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left, my dear?
Or it it forever? Will you recover? Or should I just leave here. I think I may just leave, my dear. God bless you my dear
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
She was beautiful, an elegant grace that swooned those in where she traveled. She didn't say much, but she didn't need to. She'd promise the world and leave with nothing, just a shadow and the faint footprints of her black leather boots on the souls of whom shed swept. The souls in which shed sweep were The Devils and angels in us all. Some swaying the pendulum, uncertain of where to rest to lay their heads, others drawn to the light. They see it so bright before them they could taste it, she tasted it, she craved that taste like it was the last drop of water on earth. All she wanted was to have that light, but the darkness pulled her under deeper and deeper within each soul shed sweep. She had the darkness inside her. It was like the almighty antidote that could make things make sense for her. Seeing darkness within others was a way for her to feel something. Anything but the swooning mourns of those of whom shed sweep. Although so sweet and fragile, almost resided as much as the everlasting cry of a new born baby. She knew it was perfect, so real, but it pained her to feel. Because although a beautiful girl she was, nothing was more beautiful to her then those who didn't find her quite so beautiful. Complicating the simplicity was simple to her. She knows what she really wants, she knows how they really feel, but finding patterns was as easy as looking through a kaleidoscope {cont...}
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
You are the sweetest cherry of the bundle,
The hands over mine as they tremble
You are the first red leaf of fall,
When you see a baby's first crawl
You are like a sunset
Creating colors and light as the day resets
You are the first kiss of young love
The hands that fit perfect together like a glove
You are the moon lighting up the dark
A blank canvases first mark
You are like a guitars first pluck
Opening a can after being stuck
You are my shield
My checkpoint in this maze of a cornfield
Don't slip away
Leaving me in a disarray
When your mind is made up
I hope that you feel enough
Because although you don't feel the same
I still get butterflies when I hear your name
I let angels guide my way
But now it's up to me that you don't stray
Because you are like nuetella on bread
Unable to get you out of my head
I got a taste and I can't let you go
You put holy water on a flower unable to grow
Although I have my demons
I love you for all of these reasons
You are the first hoody of the season
Please let me love you more
I promise there is only good in store
We may disagree
And you may have lost all faith in me
But baby I'm like a tree
I only grow with age, that's what makes me me
I want you to be there
Losing someone like you is too much to bare
I hope you read this and feel
Crack that heart of steel
Because you are the first song in the silence
The only act of kindness through the violence
You are my bear
And hopefully this shows that I do care
My life has cause me to be numb
But I won't allow that to rule my thumb
Or pinky for that matter
I don't mean to make you shatter
Your glass is too beautiful to break
You shine brighter than any diamond a thief could take
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
I don't draw anymore
I have pencils on the floor and doodles on my door
Doodles of the past when I would push
Shoving the door shut as barricades turned to mush
I don't draw anymore
I used to sing for you on my bedroom floor
"Don't let them ruin my core"
Although you didn't respond
I'd still draw for you and sit by the pond
I don't draw anymore
Can passion derive from pain?
Even when you're considered "crazy" and I'm "sane"
I still think about when we would draw together
You weren't very good, but you assured me forever
I don't draw anymore
We couldn't afford oils but I was okay with pastels
On my birthday you could tell
I would use chalk
While you and I would talk
Scratching against the pavement
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Backseat lounging
With thoughts less than arousing
Blinking through burning eyes
Letting the poison correct my urging demise
It's a daily kind of thing
Like clowns pushing on a swing
Laughing at my attempt to climb
Out of this pit of mine
Maybe the burning in my eyes
Has made my mind and heart blind
I am a fool
A tool used to help fix your stool
And maybe it's too late
With a past filled with so much hate
Hating the world, clowns are mean
Pulling either side of my hair making me scream
All I have are pillows to suffer my shrills
And some hills are too steep to overcome with will
Did you hear the circus was in town?
We're going to stand around you as you drown
But you don't need our support,
There's no net of safety for this kind of sport
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC