The windows crack and splintered glass cuts the silence
Diluted in its form, ever-present consternation shields against the fear
Blacker than her sheets, the softly spoken anecdotes with simple revelations Help to carve a smile in my ear.
Empty dreams replace the falling; morning as a time of day
Presumptive promises share the space
While water streams and insides scream
She moves with effervescent grace.
Warning signs are absent in her voice
As I shy away from independent thinking
Blocking out their ploys before they play
Perhaps, the present highs outweigh the sinking.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
My scars don't look like
Anyone else's-
They're more careful,
Organized, precise and
Exact.
Not light, but
Never deep enough
Never deep enough
Never deep enough
Never deep enough.
People always ask why
I do such pretty patterns:
Because this is the only thing in life
That I can really control
Control
Control,
And I find it so beautiful-
Though, not so much tragic.
My scars are not chaotic like a
Car-wreck,
They are consistent like a
Coma-
Proof that I was awake
The whole time I was sleeping,
And I could feel everything
Even though I could tell no one.
No one.
That this
Unconscious obsessive compulsion
Demands order
**Order
Order,** it
Insists by instinct,
An intricate simplicity.
Still, I will 'ever envy
Those stitched gashes, once
Gushing
Gushing
Gushing with surrender and
Serenity...
Each raised and rough coarse collagen fiber
To form a white flag
Forever etched in flesh;
To tell the world
They, were a slave to freedom-
I am only a slave
To myself.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease
Ostentatious, drifting memories
They meld into one, fall to your knees
Conscripted love, forced to believe.
The pleasant hours often show
The check is signalled, liquor flows
Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin
Every touch a knowing nod to sin.
We’re all that’s left
Mere animated corpses on the Earth
The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants
Ambition while it’s stable never lasts.
All complex emotions hide beneath
Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed
Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet
Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet.
Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter
Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards
Voices prized above, not untoward.
The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict
Complications always rise
They never sink.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Your name was like a prayer to me
Safely kept in the corners of my heart
With one utterance I was afraid it would
Send you away
If I could do it over I would say your name every day
And cherish it like a prayer unto my soul
Our love could have healed that hole
That I know pained you
But my lips could only speak truth
And your ears were dead to honesty
Your feet and head took you away from me
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
His eyes they shone so bright, they held all the happiness I wanted
His eyes they turned so cold, they gave me all the sadness I deserved
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
VERSE
Is that where we fell short, ignoring all our options that weren't an honest picture of ourselves? Why spend a lifetime searching for the answers when no-one even cared to ask themselves?
PRE-CHORUS
You stood, lit by the moonlight, standing by the gate. Words laced with alcohol, reeling from your tongue. I thought this would never happen - turns out it won't. In the brief pause before our kiss, we ignored the signs.
CHORUS
It's different to hers, but no less enjoyable. That evening was ours, and her dress fell off her shoulders.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
VERSE 1
Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works.
Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion...
She's as ruthless as the best of them.
PRE-CHORUS
You'll always love her in the end X2
CHORUS
Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive.
These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own.
VERSE 2
It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in.
You're a victim to her persuasive skills.
It's an art-form of suggestion.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
CHORUS X2
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
I have been silent.
I have been silent not for loss
Or mourning
For those drag words from me
With or without my consent.
I have been silent because I am trying to be
Gentle
In love
When I am a thunderstorm made flesh,
A hurricane,
A seismic wave of passion and pain.
Inside
I burn
And it has been a long time
Since I have loved so deeply
As to press my sizzling hands to my own stomach
Just to keep another person from burning their fingers on the love I hold beneath my skin.
I have been silent
But I have not been extinguished-
Far from it, I have risen.
I have gone blue and white with heat.
I have wandered through the blackened trees in the ghostly calm of the night
And kindled them to flames with my palms.
I have left embers
Shifting and sighing in my footprints
And the earth has learned a new name to score into its stone and treebark when I travel through the darkness
Searching for a rest I will not find.
And there is joy in this,
There is such joy!
Although the heat presses,
Although the light licks at my ankles when I wade too far into my own heart's dreams.
I leave joy in these silent places, black and velvety and slumbering in the night-
I wake them
I wake them because I have been woken
And my heart has become something that melts
Something that burns
Something that hungers and consumes
And glows with shimmering reds and golds no matter how tightly I curl around it and hush its hissing whispers.
I leave joy because I can't contain it
And it reaches roots into the ground with every step I take-
A fearful joy,
A joy that knows its hunger
Will be its starvation.
A joy that breathes light and grasps at shadows
Because that is all it knows how to do.
A joy that turns its face up to the rain
To feel a moment's peace and cooling clarity.
Oh, I may have been silent
But I have not been quiet.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
VERSE
The path we're on won't mean a thing unless we have success; they're always breathing down our necks.
I don't want us to be the kind of people whose lives are a chore, the ones that we'd ignore with their forced intimacy.
PRE-CHORUS
While we do have fun, when it's all said and done, what will we have left in reserve?
CHORUS
Don't waste your breath like lighter fluid and watch it burn out twice as fast. The rush to mature is just a race to a vision of the life you could have had.
When your imagination starts to rust, you'll just become a husk of your former self, and the fun we had will be an unpleasant reminder that it's coming to an end.
BRIDGE
With a foot in the grave, there's no point running wild.
Take advantage of the time you've got and the people by your side.
Don't let her get away.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
In semitones it sang its morning song:
With perfect intonation did it sound
Each pitch-pure shaft of tone to richly confound
The staccato, choppy, chirpy, cheepy throng.
After this phrase of notes sung clear and strong,
A cadence-closing burst of trill unwound,
Shaken out taut and cinching, fast and round,
That lasted to the pure tones doubly long.
More beautiful singing I have never heard,
And yet was I inclined to doubt its worth.
I silenced my mind and listened to the earth,
And this was in the singing of the bird:
If all the world will be the way it is,
Be thankful for the bird that sings like this.
^ ^
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC