They say
you only regret the things you didn't do
but where you regret not staying
I regret leaving
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
You said
I love you
You said
I'll stay by your side
You said
Goodbye
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
In my world
when a tree falls in the forest
it is only laying down to sleep
and of course it makes a sound
because its limbs creak with dreams
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
These are words that I would write on the moon.
I’d trace them into the dust where no wind could ever blow them away,
then I’d leave a trail of footprints so you could always find me,
because sometimes I lose myself in the night sky.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
I used to think that what never goes up never has to come down,
that if I kept my head out of the clouds I would never have to hit the ground,
but I must have made one too many dandelion wishes,
because suddenly I’m so high in the atmosphere that I can barely breathe.
Now I can see that my dreams built me a staircase,
I’m just too scared to keep following them because what if it breaks?
I can’t fly, I lost my super hero cape,
It got ripped apart when I had to start saving my everyday
Still I can’t just stay here in this in-between
Maybe I can’t fly, but I can still fall, like everyone does,
and there isn’t any point trying to save me,
Just listen to the screams of my heartbeat
It says that I want to be free
and I will hit the ground running even if it breaks my knees
because being grounded doesn’t mean giving up
It just means I want to walk on something that I can trust
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
They say that words can never hurt me,
But its the stab of a scrawling pen that stings the most
Because they aren't just sticks and stones.
They’re a sharp knife between my ribs
That my heart tries to escape,
But it can’t get out of its cage.
Words slice us open until dark ink
Gushes from our wounds and pools over the paper,
Where those who can’t read hop through the puddles of our misery.
And words may not break my bones,
But they propel every speeding bullet that crashes through my skull.
They fuel ever ticking bomb of age old scripts that condemn my home.
Words are the push from the ledge in every excess suicide
They form the noose that strangles your neck before you even touch a rope.
They label every empty pill bottle and they write the note.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
But sadness is a quiet song
And my lungs are weak from shallow breaths
And my racing heart gets no rest
Silence can be just as profound
But not when your veins course with sound
And voices whisper in your ear
Sometimes you need to hear more than an echo
The world needs to hear what I feel
So I can be sure that's it's real
Because even the words I put down in ink
Don't hold the power of what I speak
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
I have never heard a more beautiful sound,
than the song she sang as I fell asleep.
It illuminated every star in the sky,
and captured my every dream.
It sounded like the brush strokes that paint the sunset,
and winter icicles melting.
I heard the sound of tears rolling down stained cheeks,
and the ghostly wail of wind through the trees.
That haunting music followed me into sleep,
and I was blinded by what I couldn’t see,
but the soundscape was ethereal, pulsing with every heartbeat.
It was the sound of her heart and she had given it to me.
I heard every high, every low, and every sad silence.
The sound of her soul was greater than any symphony.
Somehow the notes became me, they changed me,
and I could finally hear my own quiet.
I have never sang a more beautiful song,
than the song I sang as she fell asleep.
I had never scrawled the contours of my soul into composition,
but I did it for her, because she brings beauty.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
When I walk down the halls,
I feel the stares that I know aren't there
but I feel them all the same.
Every eye, every mind, but this isn’t vanity,
because every glance is a burning pain,
a picture of the thousand words that I don't want to hear.
So pill after pill,
until empty bottles cover my floors,
and steel locks bolt my doors.
There is no overdose to present me with a midnight rose,
because who knows what would happen. I don't.
So I stay here where I can see because blinding light paints away every shadow.
The windows are always shuttered to keep out the dark,
the growing, bulging, draining fear that I can't even keep out of my head,
the shady figure waiting around every street corner.
You think that I don't know? It doesn't have to make sense to be real for me.
They say I have nothing to fear but fear itself,
but why do that when fear is my constant company?
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
I missed you before you even left.
Now that you’re gone I can feel your absence in every step.
I can’t escape the shadows of this tangible emptiness.
Strangely, it’s easier to feel than presence.
You left so soon, there was no farewell.
I don't know where you’ve gone or why,
but when you become a ghost,
come back and haunt me.
You’ll always be in my heart,
and you’ll always be my daydreams,
but I need you in my reality,
even if you’re only real to me.
Come back like those faded photographs,
with our school books, young love, and backpacks.
We were never high school sweethearts, never really sweet.
We were guitars, and singing, and poetry.
We were like a summer storm,
blowing away everything in our path.
Thunder always let lightning go first,
and I guess old habits die hard.
But I was never meant to be alone,
missing your harmony to my melody.
It’s harming me and I can't find the right note,
to capture your goodbye and to capture your soul.
So, I know they say people only become ghosts if they have a reason to stay,
but can't I be your reason? I need you for my rainy days,
because you can't have thunder without lightning,
Only storming skies and raining eyes and ghostly goodbyes.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC