two years
one month
and nine days ago,
i met a girl
this girl was,
in one word,
b u r n i n g
ardent,
but volatile,
she was a fusion of
cold skin and
blazing heart
the heat of her
drew me in
sending my soul of
brittle fingernails and
parched conversation
up in flames
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
Get out of my house
You have your own
Right next door
You have your own walls to decorate and your own furniture to arrange
Get out of my house
You’re starting to freak me out
How you come inside like you live here and sort through my jewellery and clothes
I don’t remember inviting you in
Get out of my house
I can barely recognize my own rooms after you’ve been here
What have you done?
Why are you here?
Get out of my house
You ******
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
She is a girl
She has two sisters, a dog
And a pair of worn-out headphones in her pocket
She is fifteen
She plays violin in the school orchestra
And sings duets in the sun
She is left-handed
She’s also pansexual
(Just thought you should know)
<><><>
She is a girl
(A different girl, mind you)
She has bright hair and dark eyes
And a sky of freckles spanning her body
She is a netball player
She listens to everything that’s said
And laughs at everything in response
She is an Aquarius
Her girlfriend is an Virgo
(Is this what they call diversity?)
<><><>
He is a boy
He is on the males’ baseball team
And recites prophetical speeches in the dugout
He is an early riser
He likes old-fashioned comedy movies
And his favourite colour is either orange or black
He is graduating next year
He’ll finally get to ask his school’s star pitcher to prom
(Finally is the right word)
<><><>
‘She’ is a boy
(A different boy, mind you)
‘She’ lives in the countryside
And travels 2 hours to campus each morning
‘She’ is a realist
‘She’ studies human relations
And has wanted to visit Rome since 'she' was eight
‘She’ is a part-time barista
‘She’ prefers the pronoun ‘he’
(No big deal if you forget though)
<><><>
They are people
They have people they love
And people who love them
They are people
They may have changed to you
And yet they haven’t changed to themselves
They are people
They are still people
<><><>
(Just thought you should know)
<><><>
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Coffee cups and pet canaries
Dog-eared books, soft radio
Piles of pillows and cold kitchen tiles
It’s 6.59; ready, set-
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Even when I’m mad at you I
Can’t be mad at you and that makes me
Even more mad at you and I
Hate you, hate
You, hate
You, love
You
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
We both know how this dance ends
But still we move hesitantly
Reservations weigh our limbs down
Because
You have confidence issues
And I am just the worst at dancing
The music is ridiculously loud
And by the end of each week
I swear I’m going deaf
(Seriously-
I think I can see our friends
Giving us side-glares)
(They can probably hear it too)
We dance around each other
And each time my eyes meet yours
Even though I’ve turned the dial as far as I thought it could go
The music gets just that bit louder
These steps seem so familiar
One to the left
And you move to the right
Now you step forward
And I leap back
(Trying my best not to trip too much along the way)
(But I always do)
(And you always notice)
*********
And that’s not the only thing you know
You and I both know that the music gets so loud
That I can’t even hear my heart beating when I’m around you
(Quite a feat, believe me)
And that your head would snap up at a single chord
And even though every memory of dancing that I have is a kick to my stomach
You were always the one to pick me up when I got winded
And even though you think you’re only on the fence between mediocre and satisfactory
I was the one in the crowd who cheered for you at every chance I got
Maybe I can’t dance
But you can
And with the music filling our ears
Maybe you can forget anyone else exists
And besides
We both know how this dance ends
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
He was the congregation’s reprobate
(Ashes to ashes, Hellfire to just plain Hell)
She was the hospital’s walking carouse
(Who is more foolish? The fool or the one who stumbles into the bottom of her barrel?)
He was the searing in their souls
She was the moonshine in their veins
Together they were noxious
(Bonnie and Clyde were nothing compared to this)
The Devil
And the Drug
They were never meant to grow up
(2nd star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning, Honey)
Ain’t that the way it always starts
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
i'm fading away.
transcending
life
and anything that comes
after.
i'm wasting away.
pieces of me
breaking off
here and there.
i'm going away
and the blazing trail i've left
behind me
will burn the truth
into all who dare to follow.
don't try and save me.
i'm dying
anyway.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
for what is there to do
but wait.
wait for the day
when the
inevitable
sweeps us up
like shards of misery
and discards of us,
broken pieces
no one wants to touch.
in a world
where sun don’t shine,
and rain don’t fall,
and nothing moves at all,
what is there to do
but hope
against hope,
without hope,
that the day
in which the
stillness
takes us,
comes soon.
because at least in
hell,
the fires burn
to keep the darkness
away.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
i can cry myself a river
but i'll never cross the waters
*this is one broken heart
i never want to mend*
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC