i don't want to be your girl
i want to be your gun
blowing off the heads
of every ungrateful son
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
my heart hurts
for many things,
you are more
than one of
the many
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
the birds sing for you,
for all of us.
the wind plays with your hair.
the grass welcomes our tired and bare feet.
the trees cool you,
when you sit beneath them.
there is so much in this world,
ready to do anything for you.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Darling,
it is alright
to take a day off.
From the pain,
the tiredness,
the sadness,
the stress.
It is alright
to find yourself.
Or even to sleep a bit longer.
It is alright.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
Please don't be alarmed
when I ask
if I can paint on your body.
I just can't imagine a better
canvas.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
If I had an autopsy,
I fear that my heart
would be too heavy
to hold.
For it is filled
with raw emotions
and it weighs my chest down
with every last breath.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
but how sad the rain must be.
an entire lifetime spent just falling.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
In the early mornings,
when I cannot find the motivation
to get out of bed,
I look at the books
that I have not yet read.
A wave of guilt washes of me.
I turn to look at the unfinished drawings
and the pencils that are still sharpened.
A wave of guilt whispers to me.
I roll over and see the empty words
of stories, with the characters unpublished.
A wave of guilt drowns me.
It seems these days, I am nothing but
Guilty.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Ever since
I put that
blue pill
inside my mouth,
as it traveled down my throat
into my stomach
and while it made me happy,
I couldn't piece together my words
but I guess that
I could only write
when I felt broken and sad.
I guess that it is the price to pay.
To write I must be sad,
To live I must be happy.
To die I must write.
To be born I must write.
You see my problem?
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
sometimes the wind
rocks the swing
outback
and I remember
all those times we sat
together
in the summer days
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC