I want to ruffle my hands through your hair.
I want to feel your chest warm against mine.
and close
my eyes
And forget the earth beneath my feet
and just for a moment
believe
that all I'm really connected to is you.
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
Would you love me if I ruled the world
Would you love me if I killed the girl
The girl who came and stole you from me
I could cut her strings
I could set you free.
If I stained my hands all ruby red
Would you love me if she were dead?
Would you love me if I did those things?
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
I’m too young to be so empty
My heart should be full
and waxing,
not waning like the moon.
I poured out so much in those eight months
I gave you my heart and soul
And after it was done and said
You acted like it was just a trifle
Like I was just a silly girl
I don’t want to be some
Brief spans in your life
Where someday
You’ll forget my favorite color.
Where someday
You’ll forget my last name.
How could you
throw it away?
How can you
be sincerely okay?
I feel so broken
I don’t know who I see in the mirror
Just a shadow
Of your girl.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
Quiet now, my pretty darling.
You served until the end,
There was nothing more that you could do
And there’s nothing more that I can mend,
But I’d gladly cut my hands
Upon those jagged shards
I’ll help collect that heart of ice
And thaw it to that brittle core.
And here we’ll plant the seed, my love,
And one day,
Perhaps not soon,
Some violent bloom will burst forth,
And sow that hurt on the wind.
It will drift to some far off scape,
While we drink and dream,
And I’ll kiss your neck
So soft and sweet
And whisper all my darkest secrets,
And stain your lips violet,
With the passion of my kisses.
Let me bruise you, pretty girl,
And sing your corpse to sleep.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
You, boy of dust & moths,
Listen closely.
I would know you,
oh how dearly I would wish to know you.
I am made of ink,
I am made of nepenthe.
I am an absinthe of sorrow,
& there are none
to drink me dry,
to fill that glassy chasm
with words.
"hello."
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities?
Your heart is made of stone,
And my trembling fists cannot crack it.
I’ve no way of saying
How misplaced my feelings are.
If only I could be made of marble.
I call you crying all the time
All those bruised knees and scraped elbows
Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss.
And now your words are that soothing balm.
Like a knight, you’re virtuous,
Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in.
But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
Where will I find the light
Nowhere is where
I reside
Nowhere is where
I need to hide
Until I feel
What seems a dream
What’s lost and unreal…
I won’t find the light
Nowhere to hide
Gone and lost
Flame and frost
Nothing really matters to me…
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC
A saccharine
*****
A broken home.
A cellophane
*****
A scribble-wrought tome.
Nothing left
A shadow of
Me.
Nothing left but
Leaves fallen from their tree.
This blood that flows down
Is colored violet
This blinded eye,
A sightless white orb,
Glows in this darkness
And glows in my heart.
So corroded and rusted
The life barely flows
A forgotten relic,
A left-behind rose.
A cracked-glass
Man
All bloodied and torn.
A steampunk
****
Left behind in your
Revolution.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:10 PM UTC
Does anyone know?
Can they sense the break?
The hollow-cheek’d innocence
Is a facade and a joke.
The bleak world
Which consists
Of:
Battered feet;
Bleeding from wear,
Cracked skin,
Stitched lips,
And no one could care.
This painted on smile,
and the bulge of the worms
Which writhe and feed
Inside my skull,
The shiny little lights of agony
That burn in my eyes
They burn beyond reason
and I am lost
Can they sense the break?
Does anyone know?
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
Oh circle of lights,
With your false,
Plastic,
Warmth.
Oh circle of lights,
A firework’s ,
Bittersweet,
Farce.
Down at the bottom
Only a hint
Of your color
Remains.
Water-logged and drowned
Left to dry
In my arms.
Lips parted
And black water spills
Forth
Gathering in matted locks
Like grimed pearls.
When the screams
Go forth
So musically
Left to escape
In whimsical bubbles.
Oh circle of lights
Your false
Plastic
Warmth.
Is all that I see,
Oh circle of lights
Your colors mangled
As a drowned man’s
Farce.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC