When my heart is heavy, when my mind is buzzing
painting my heart in a picture, hard-pressed graphite
cures my soul
When my heart is shattered, sinking, when my mind is trapped
when my hands and paper are no longer any cure
a masterpiece of crimson and alabaster is created
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Morphine, gasoline
Make my head feel just the same
Scratching nails, quarantine
*Still doesn't **** what's in my brain*
Arsenic, benzene
Still no sign of life
My heart is made of static wires
Please steal it with a knife
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
They're the one that everyone sees as the light,
the one who clears out the darkness
their gentle hands masterfully working
between the twisted gears and wires
But so much time does the mechanic spend
polishing gears and rekindling hope
that those blind eyes pass over, glazed with the false belief
that the mechanic's own fire is still burning strong
Each clock they fix, each machine they clean, enigmas within the mind
they give their own light and their flames die slowly
no longer holding hope for themselves
Still, they gather the pieces around them, shattered, broken, bent and twisted
tweaking and twisting till everything's perfect,
because their work keeps the embers alive, barely aglow
amongst the broken parts within them
It is the last hope they have left
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
.... a n d y o u 'r e n e v e r w a k i n g u p.
It's numb, it's cold
But at least, I'm still being held; I'm still being wanted
I can feel his heartbeat, but no love
Just freezing cold lust I shouldn't be here
But where do I go?
If I leave, I'll be alone again
The crushing weight of solitude, more than I can bear
Even if I'm unloved, I'm still wanted
And that is all I've ever wanted
Even if he's cold
Even if my heart is left with scars, open and bleeding
Even if I'm surrounded by chains
I can't leave
I won't leave
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
How do you know that "I love you" is true?
The soft words on my lips,
never passed towards anyone before
now given to him; but sometimes, he won't respond
and nearly always, I must be the first one to speak them
He returns with silence when he's numb, troubled,
consumed in his own darkness
I understand why- but it still brings me fear
A shiver through my core, static in my head
I don't believe he understands how special he is to me,
or how important my "I love you" means
And I wonder, does he love me?
Does he love me in his darkness, does he love me enough to save me from mine?
Will all of the times I've worked hard to be his light
become meaningless?
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
We are the stardust
Packed into bright burning lights
Crossing the night sky
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
As light fades and darkness rises the most beautiful flowers bloom,
glimmering crystals, beneath, above, a spiraling nebula
The wind is stardust kissing my lips, filling my lungs where oxygen is none, and brushing light as petals against my pale skin
The celestial fields cradle me and display a spectrum before my eyes, clusters of all colors, a painting of the galaxy
By midnight soft voices, enchanting spells of dark matter, reverberate through my mind
clearing the static, the shadows, the fear
For once, everything is so gentle, so peaceful, so loving
Until dawn rises and I must return from my place among the stars
Where I'll wait for the harsh daylight to settle,
then return to my gallery of constellations in the heavens
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
I can't feel anything
The frost dancing across my fingertips, my eyelashes, my wind-lashed hair
Silence masses my lips, I'm afraid if I speak more warmth will leave me
Can anyone hear me, I wonder, even God?
Only the storm answers my silent pleas, screaming, reverberating in my mind
Lest I freeze, someone, please warm my heart, my soul
Don't leave me here alone; it's cold
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC