Pick a note
Any note
Watch it tremble
Shiver like a songbird’s wings
Wailing through your fingers
An echo of your pick
Crashing through the realms
Of the different notes to choose
Take it down
Pull it up
And sing
Sing like a shivering string
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Did you **** him.
Don't answer anything else
Those four words
That's all I want know.
no apologies.
I don't want you to tell me you're sorry
yes or no
that's all I want to hear.
The answer won't make a difference
we both know that.
it's over
but I still need to know
your answer will be the bow
I use to tightly fasten up the present
I am ready to leave behind.
the color does not matter to me.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
There's a difference betwen running
And trying to put something behind you
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
I.
In youth I have known one with whom the Earth
In secret communing held—as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light such for his spirit was fit—
And yet that spirit knew—not in the hour
Of its own fervor—what had o’er it power.
II.
Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a ferver by the moonbeam that hangs o’er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told—or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o’er us pass
As dew of the night-time, o’er the summer grass?
III.
Doth o’er us pass, when, as th’ expanding eye
To the loved object—so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be—(that object) hid
From us in life—but common—which doth lie
Each hour before us—but then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken
T’ awake us—’Tis a symbol and a token—
IV.
Of what in other worlds shall be—and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven
Though not with Faith—with godliness—whose throne
With desperate energy ‘t hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
If you accidentally
fall out of love,
Do you just dive
back in head first?
Feet first??
Eyes closed???
Cannon ball????
Or
Do you walk away
Cause you can't swim
And you're scared to death
of drowning?????
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
No friends to leave behind
No family to wave be good bye
I'll walk away now
And give up my final try
It's pretty easy to leave here
It's not that hard to go
I'll walk away now
Out in the blistering snow
The frost comforts me greatly
As I tread on through the cold
The white encourages me to go on
And justifies my being bold
With no one to look back on
With no one to pull my slack
I will walk away now
And never come back
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
and its weird because I don't really know him
but just the thought of getting to know him makes the butterflies in stomach have seizures.
I don't really know him
but I think he might be the one who saves me
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Like coffee in the morning
I grew used to you somehow
It started bitter and without warning
it is ending that way now
Like Gene Kelly or Sinatra
You have Marlon Brando class
Went to pop music from the opera
Now I cant stop thinking about ***
Like two stings out of tune
We always seem to clash
Bring your beauty to the room
Where the music doesn't match
Art is ever changing: lke w/e idc
People rearranging: Thrz no bEutY Ne wer3
(Jaha baha LOL
They prolly tlk like diz N h3L7 )
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
I. Boy with the silly laugh
We were best friends.
You were there when my father left and I was there when you had your heart broken.
I knew you didn't love me. But I didn't care.
That was the beautiful part about it.
I still loved you knowing I wouldn't get love in return.
I hope you found what you were looking for.
II. The first boy I ever thought I'd marry
We spent so much time together and yet it never seemed like enough
I remember the first time we slept together.
My curfew was 11 but I still walked through my front door at 8 am the next morning.
My mom was so mad, but that night you tasted like heaven and I knew that's the only time I would ever get a glimpse of heaven.
If there is a God, I know he brought you to me.
III. The boy who ran out of time
I remember the day I met you, you played with my hair.
I remember how you'd always smell like vanilla and coffee.
I remember our first kiss, how your tongue would glide around my lip.
I remember the scratches and the screams to the angels.
I remember the day I last saw you.
I remember a full sanctuary with 100 shades of black.
I hope you're resting. I hope you're in heaven playing baseball like you did as a child.
I hope you know that when I told you to leave I didn't mean for you like this.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
You say, "I ate so much I want to go anorexic"
You don't know
but I'm anorexic
I'm a loose cannon
Doctor says I'm gonna die any day now
but I can't stop
All I think about is food, and calories,
and how good my hip bones would look if I was only 5 pounds lighter
I have no friends anymore.
But I'm surprised.
Even I hate me.
Even I don't want to hang out with me.
I have no life besides sitting at home thinking about carbs
As dead as I look from the outside I feel more dead inside
As cold as I am all the time, my heart is colder.
So don't you dare say you want this life
Don't say this is desirable
Because its not..
I hate myself.
If only I was skinnier...
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC