you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell of the flower blossoms
that crown her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight ***** and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with ***** water and ***** up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I loved you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed
and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower
and you can’t escape the light of the moon
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
This revolution's got a lot to say
This revolution needs to be heard
Don't sit down, don't die
This isn't your time
This is war in the streets,
This will not be beat,
And I will tug my feet through the muck
The muck of a beaten generation
And I will drag my children out of the cells
And I will fight for freedom, I will fight for freedom
And I will stand up, don't back down
Listen to the beat of the drumming hearts
I will drag my feet through the muck
I will drag my feet through the muck
No war, not anymore
No war, not anymore, this is a revolution
This is here and now, this is us and we won't back down
This is a revolution.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
I'm angry and upset
I can't understand this
What is wrong with people?
Can't we all just get along?
Can't we look past colour
and exist in harmony?
Why does it always end
In gunshots and death?
Where is all the love?
Where is all the hope?
People scared to go out
Children scared to live
This should not be happening
And yet it is
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Sunlight melts through my window,
golden ribbons reaching out to the floor.
I sit up, shifting my covers.
I close my eyes for a moment,
and then look down at lines that paint my hands.
I clench my fists, and take a deep breath.
There is a crooked pain in my back, and a small knot in my neck.
I stretch, and then continue to yawn,
before I look out my window again, and stare.
How many miles away are you?
Are you waking up now too?
Do you still love me, this new day?
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
I raise my horn the the stand, and scream at the people that sit and stare.
I hold back my breaths, and I try not to care
About the wind that fingers and tugs at my hair.
The crowds cheer and cry, and I hold my bell high,
as I step back one, two, three-four-five
We're running out of time.
I end the note, and bring the bell down,
My feet steady and balanced on the ground,
And suddenly, the field is void of sound.
People are quiet, for a moment, before they all begin to stand
And they all cheer for our large, amazing band
I halt my row with a wave of my hand.
We gather up, straight faced, and proud
I glance forward, to look for my folk amongst the crowd
But all I see is an ocean of strangers to enshroud
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
"We are so disappointed in you."
I know.
"Can't you be more like your brothers?"
I can't.
"You are such an ungrateful child."
I'm sorry.
"Stop crying, get over it."
Yes Ma'am.
"You don't deserve what you have."
Yes Sir.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
the kind of girl who craves
falling leaves
and coffee shop loves
with the soft plucks of a guitar
and the vague taste of tobacco
on his tongue
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Your feelings drag from your lips as you cry,
just like the smoke that dragged from his cigarette
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
I’m being eaten alive
Influenced by the hating
The fatigue deep inside
Has carried into my eyes
And the weight intensifies
These breaths are wearing thin
Shadows are amplified beneath my lashes
My thoughts come in rapid flashes
I look to my window, marked with rain's heavy dashes
The clouds are like my kin.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
When you speak of her name,
those astringent vowels that melt across your tongue,
I feel green-eyed.
I want to spit venom, I want to sink my teeth into something fragile.
When you deny her blame,
those things she claims and assumes,
I feel ill.
I bite my tongue and clench my fists.
When you ask me if I'm fine,
I feel ashamed.
I shrug it off, but my thought slam and howl.
I'm worried.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC