I found an unfinished sketch I did of you a while back. There isn't near enough to show the whole picture yet, but the small bit I spent so much time on already shows how beautiful it would have been.
That's how I feel about us.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
My smiles not real
Don't be fooled
Not like my heart was
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
External advice heeded can become the killer of all authenticity within interaction
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
As the morning sunshine warms their wings
The colourful choir will begin to sing
Beneath the trees it will start to glow
And everything that knows how will continue to grow
The light will dance, such beautiful tones
Above my old decaying bones
The soil will shift and start to fill
And the earth will go on as I am finally still
No more thoughts, no more mess
No more love to confess
I'll be a memory, then even less
A Stone, a rock, a ground at best
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Just give me one more broken heart
So that the numbness can start to spread
Throughout my nerves and in my veins
To forget any feelings, any pains
I'll have new senses and give them new names
Senses that wont make me feel deranged
My hands and heart will become my own
Tools for sinning and a beating stone
They'll forget they served anothers throne
They'll forget what it means to feel at home
My feet and eyes will be selfish for me
Carry us to places only I want to see
No longer shall they dance on flames
Or search for truths where none remain
My lips and tongue will still be kind
To each new friendly face I find
And lovers even more so
My liver and lungs will both be mine
For indulging pleasures smoke and wine
I'll give away my torso
My mind's not mine, It's never been
Its shown me things I've never seen
Makes me speak words I've never heard
Whether thoughts are who we are? The lines get blurred
As long as, like the rest of them, it keeps me from being hurt again
It's doing it right now..
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
Kaleidoscopic intoxication
Planetarial mental immigration
Observation of the general population
The "civilization" hallucination
Control of all the corporations
Propaganda propagation
Colouration discrimination..
Humanitarian emancipation
The sky is falling...
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
One.
When my mom found us asleep in my bed at 4am and screamed at you to 'Get the **** OUT of her house,' you texted me the very next morning and asked to see me as though it never even happened.
Two.
When my family went out of town without me for Thanksgiving, we stayed the whole day at your place and watched foreign movies and ate pasta.
Three.
On our first date, we sat in your car until 3am just... talking.
Four.
When my sister really wanted that new Pokemon game and my local Walmart sold out, you voluntarily drove almost 5 towns over just so she could get it because you knew I couldn't for her.
Five.
The first time we had *** I cried. I still don't know why. You held me the whole time.
Six.
You woke me up with tickets to one of my favorite musicians of all time, for a tour I didn't even know about.
Seven.
When my dogs died, you stayed up with my the whole night as I cried. Both times.
Eight.
The first time you kissed me was at a gas pump at 10pm after I changed out of my blouse and into my hoodie.
Nine.
You took me to Buffalo Wild Wings even though you're a vegetarian. You even put up with my singing each 2008 Billboard Top 100 song as it played. I could tell you were embarrassed for me, but you laughed and kissed me anyway.
Ten.
When I told you I hadn't been to the art museum, you took me. When I told you I'd never been to Chipotle, you took me. When I told you I hadn't felt safe in years, you made me feel the safest I ever have.
Eleven.
After you kissed me the first time, you admitted the thing that "made" you kiss me was my purple-stained lips after I ate Superman ice cream while belting out songs terribly and sitting in the passenger seat of your car.
Twelve.
When I told you that you were a terrible tipper and I was a waitress, you immediately stopped tipping terribly.
Thirteen.
You left me a voicemail telling me you appreciated me, that you felt lucky to have me, and you claimed you didn't deserve me. While I disagree, I felt it. That was the first time I heard you say "I love you" before you had actually said the words "I love you."
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Yes they too were inside you,
beneath your skin. .
The difference is, I still am.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
you hear the crash
shattered glass
shards fall like tears
and scatter like ashes
sharp angles glitter
glitter and shine
*don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold*
do not touch the glass
you'll smudge the reflection
leave prints
don't leave prints
when you let go they'll be left behind
burning deep into the fibers
like hands holding embers
like scars of war
cuts will leave scars
so
*don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold*
the broken glass leaves stains on your hands
on your clothes
on your mind
on your heart
blood pumping
blood pouring out
blood run cold
more than a fracture
jagged edges that will never fit the same
*so *don't touch me.**
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
Dragonflies only live for 12 hours. That made me really sad when I thought of one that spent the whole day trapped in my room. It just kept flying into the glass of the window, hopelessly trying to get to what it could see in front of it but never getting there and hitting the invisible wall each time. It kept at this its entire short life until it died. Then I realised that we do that too.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC