Snow
Has fallen
For so long
In my mind
It's been
Numbing
All the feeling
Deep inside
Afraid
To feel
What burns so
Cold
For weakness
Is a hard
Fault to
Behold
I choke
I just
Dont want
To be
Alone
Anymore
My heart is
Sore from
Running
From itself
I dont want
To live
On the shelf
So lonesome
My china
Skin will
Crack
And my paint
Will fade
In the
Snow
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 4:19 AM UTC
I am made of fractal dust
My ashen skin will turn to rust
My insides surely will combust
We all end up in pieces
Arrange them into different shapes
To forms we shall appreciate
We are not built to really hate
But we do have the talents
Let me cry my diamond tears
As I chase away my fears
And let me analyze my years
To find out who I am now
Or where to go from now on
Which path to shine my light upon
The courage now to face the dawn
I swear I'll get there someday
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
My mechanical pencil lead keeps breaking, and somehow it feels like a metaphor for my life
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Parodies of ourselves
We are
Walking perfection
Aren't we?
We are
These careful little
Beings
We are
Propped up
On strings
We do all
The right things
And we
Dance like
We're supposed to
But
What if I dont want to?
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
Often there is ecstasy in pain
It lures us like we're insects to a flame.
Though thousands die
We never learn,
And for some sick reason crave the burn.
It is our nature, though we may fail,
For divine humor we prevail.
To learn from the past
Is a complex endeavor,
But to walk through fire
Is what we all do together.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
I need to remember my Gods are by my side,
I'll be a lonely bite of truth in this belly full of lies.
For this game is never won,
All our bets are not forsaken.
The endless odds will one day rise,
And we'll leave the system shaken.
Peace
Is never permanent,
Not all of us are cool with it.
We'll write our dying testaments
In suicides and percocets.
With flaming wings we say our vows
And down into the sea we drown.
They're testing us,
We **** around,
We lose ourselves with every round.
They make us sit and take their tone.
They make us thing that we're alone.
If not, we'll break their ******* bones,
They dont want our freedom because they know.
We'll show them we wont ever be owned.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC
I have felt
panic
in places of peace.
I can't always
know
when people see me.
For who I
am
is not what I seem.
And who I will
be
is all but a dream.
I want to know
you
all the rips in the seam.
I want to
sate
all the places you seethe.
If you'll let me
in
baby life will be cream.
We will rise to the
top
Just believe me you'll see.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:20 AM UTC
Reveries,
and silent dreams,
of which I wake from when I sleep.
If I dream,
if I don't just lean into thoughts
that knot up my stomach like strings,
of frail thin hair from a pale little girl
who sat on the floor.
Passively watched the world,
and it's hard to understand when you
can't feel things.
And it's hard to count stars when you're
staring at your ceiling.
It's hard to love your angel kisses when
you've never had wings.
It's hard to leave everything behind
when it's all you've ever known.
All you thought was kind.
But was harsh,
like bark of the oak
that you fell from.
The scrapes and the scar from the
branch that you broke off,
will fade.
Things change,
like the skins the snakes shed off,
I will scream out my pain,
I will change.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Ill and fleeting imperfections
Lily petaled plant dissections
Action wrought of flawed intention,
Trying to work this broken invention.
Be close to me and I'll give,
You can break me and I'll live,
You can breathe and give me more
Than a reason to be here.
As of now my heart beast solely alone,
One arm strokes my own,
And my skin shivers because
It longs to touch something real.
And feel a life sated in more
Than the endless apathy
It kindly reaches out to lay the seeds.
It needs,
But it does not know how to not flee
From the answer.
Not to flinch into the cancer.
I hope there's a lantern
To guide us to the brightness,
We will see the whiteness
Of the moon,
Maybe someday we'll finally be free.
If that happens
Will you meet me?
Apres moi le deluge
As long as I will just have you.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
I am not an estimation,
I live off of variation.
Don't put me in your connotations.
Leave me off your tongue.
I coat things in lamination,
Keep them though I cannot save them.
I eat things past expiration,
Though they make me sick.
I have blurred periphery,
The world, at once too much to see.
The Earth needs a mastectomy
To **** away the cancer.
We think we'll make a legacy,
When all we do is die and breathe.
They want nature to take a knee,
Things may get explosive.
We are the children of the ******
The soldiers shipped away to wars,
Conglomeration CEOs,
We loathe the place from which we're born.
Laying out, fermented, bruised.
We curse the tree which let us loose.
The rotten fruits which once were new,
Have stained the kitchen table.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC