when i am away
the butterflies go too
the best parts disappear
and i steal them back from you
when i am away
my mind goes back to bed
but my body is still moving
just walking without a head
when i am away
i go through neon doors
mindless and wandering about
and nothing i'm looking for
when i am away
is when you like me least
but trying to fight is pointless
when you lack a sword to **** a Beast
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
the city was asleep
while i was awake
among myself but beside others
the milky moon watched
as i listened in
to the sound of a nearby open mic
i looked to the inky sky
only to find myself
feeling nothing but the absence of light
i felt myself waiting
and searching
for something seemingly impossible and inevitable
the streetlights blinded me
and i soaked
in my own exhaustion and loneliness fueled by the night
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
i told you i loved you
in a violet sea
under a setting sky
a magnificent orange
kissed your cheeks
before i could do it myself
we were intertwined
and the youthful night
lied before us
covered in our own colors
our love was even more handsome
and stirred between us
we were blind to the others
and halfway drowned in burnt sienna
when the sun had gone
we filled the empty night
painting the earth
with the color of our love
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
maybe if the walls are decorated
they will make me less sad
maybe when i decorate them
my mind will be focused
maybe if i draw on post-its
with shaky hands
it will make everything less jumbled
and i can breathe when i hang them
why can't i breathe?
maybe if i stay in here
and slowly suffocate
i won't have to grow up
and worry any more
maybe if i don't eat
i can be pretty and light
and i can be loved
and i can have worth
maybe when it's over
my colors will change
and i won't be crazy
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
my mind becomes jmulebd
and it's hurting to eat
my mind is a p uz zl e
that i can't complete
my mind feels so e m p t y
and this one's on me
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
my colors are different
and they live in my mind
i spent so long unaware
that these colors are mine
sometimes they are sad
and sometimes bring pain
but they cannot change
and that makes me insane
i wish they would go
and let me have peace
but i am my colors
and my colors are me
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
when the line was there to comfort,
and i heard you breath a sigh,
i never even had to worry
because i knew we would be fine.
when we spent the day in bed
and talked about our lives,
we became less than two
and i watched the fading lines.
when they told us it was melodrama
and i felt our lips entwine,
everything had disappeared
in this little room of mine.
when you were on the other side
and i was left alone,
i never could stop needing you
because you were my home.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
i have nothing to write
but i still type some lines
into a document
i'll forget over time
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
her heart was paralyzed
and her hair growing thin
their love she idolized
left marks on her skin
she flushed all her pills
she trashed all her blades
but heartbreak still kills
and the pain never fades
she wanted all she could
and she gave it all she had
her intentions-- they were good
but she was just too sad
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
Such a little baby,
So green and so small,
Think of how crazy,
No one wants her at all.
Some say that she’s vile,
Some say that she’s cruel,
But all the while,
This just gives her more fuel.
Though all the things said,
The girl does not crack,
All this has led,
To a knife in her back!
They say that she’s wicked,
It’s chaos they’ve brought,
Her aura is livid,
Wicked’s something she’s not!
She is not all these things,
Her compassion shines true,
All the hurt that it brings,
Makes her look like a fool.
In a panic and a hurry,
Her whole life is changed,
The girl now must scurry,
In fear of being caged.
She runs and she flies,
To a place far away,
For herself now she cries,
She’s safe for the day.
No one is born wicked,
It’s something you become,
Though she’s been afflicted,
She is still full of love.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC