does that make me a
monster?
the fact
that
I can
look into
someone's eyes,
and tell them I love them
and not mean
a
single
word
of
it
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
She goes to my head
like a glass of high
class ***** Henry
said, invades my night,
and dreams to such
an extent that nothing,
is quite what it seems.
She touches my heart,
and mind so that I
walk my life, and day,
like one who's blind.
She moves me to
words I seldom use,
make poet of me that
words often fail or use
too ill, so that I can
feel but feel, but I
love her still.
She turns me inside
out, and outside in,
leads me to dark night,
and days like one one
minute a saint, next
one who moves to sin.
She brings tears to eyes
with both humour,
and scorn of words,
and deeds, she plucks
the ***** of my heart
until it bursts or cause
to bleed, but still my
love I offer, my word,
and cause I plead,
wherever it may lead.
She goes to my head
as often to my heart,
as often I see her come
and go, I love her all
else is lost or found,
I love her good,
I love her sound.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
I take you all in
I close my eyes and with a lump in my throat I send it all to you. The way my chest swelled when I think of the memories we've made.
Your lips turn at their edges and I know love is real because it comes out of my breath and you took it deep into your lungs.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
but two things are imminent
death and the day I break your heart
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
I like to close my eyes
because
it makes me feel
invisible
not like my body disappears but
all of my emotions shine through my eyes and when
no one can
see them it's like
my sadness doesn't exist and sometimes
that's what I need to believe because
when the days feel too long and time goes too fast for
me to keep up I
stare at the ground
when I can't focus on anything else and it's the only thing that leaves me
grounded.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Sometimes I
look into the mirror
and nothing looks
back
but a pair of
blank eyes
that
take more than a
moment
to recognize
who they are looking at.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
Anna,
the young lions won't want you
forever.
Eventually you are going to
get tired
of keeping it tight,
of batting your eyes,
of applying the gloss just right.
Anna,
what will you do when the invitation beds
come to an end?
Eventually the lions will settle,
while you gather cobweb and callus,
while you smoke cancer and wallow in cellulite.
Anna,
find a boy who makes you feel like the sun.
Ultimately,
he's the only one who can save your soul
from all the crimes you've done.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
art is me trying to be me in a world where everyone is different so aren't we just all the same in a rat race where everyone is everyone and everyone is running just to try to win even though everything is falling apart and your words don't make sense ideas don't come fast enough and everything is spiraling out of control and you can't keep your balance can't stop dropping the matchsticks when you just want to make a flame to light to light up the dark because you can't see where you're going and all thats left to do is wonder if theres a god and whats he like and does he love you like everyone says he does or does he even understand love because I sure as hell don't
I mean what is love I say I love art but sometimes I don't want to draw even though drawing makes me feel sane makes me not feel all the hurt but sometimes I need the hurt to make me realize I do things to make me happy but sometimes its too much and your lungs feel too tight and everyone tells you they understand and they don't and that just make your lungs tight sometimes too tight to breathe
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
There are so many days.
How do I keep track of
what to feel?
I can feel happy,
but awful.
Beautiful, but those are the days I tend to cry.
and I don't cry beautifully.
There are times I'm an open book,
yet so closed up.
Days I feel full of myself,
but there are more where I wonder,
"who the **** would want me?"
Maybe I should want me.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC