if i could meet myself when the demons started whispering in my ear,
i would tell myself that they’d been there all along
and that i am strong
that i have been walking through hell since the day i was born
that my bones are made of iron
and my veins are filled with lava
i had been walking through hell and giving it a run for its money
and those demons can’t have me anymore
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Your face glows brighter than any star
and words are just letters on a keyboard
and the road we’re on will take us far
but that’s the story I signed up for
Queue the lazy mornings and soft piano
that plays behind the soft sunlight
whose only sadness is the death of the moment
as it fades to dream on the wings of a butterfly
But the stars are still behind your teeth
and there will be mornings to come
where my sun rises when you do for coffee
and the music rolls off your tongue
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
I am the devil with kind eyes
and good intentions
I am the demon determined
for joy to hum on my lips
while I lead you to slow sorrow
I am the blackened water
that closes every throat
and still hopes to bring life
The only possessions of mine
bigger than the burden on my back
are the denial on my tongue
and the blood beneath my nails
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
Kind little creature grew claws
to keep away the fangs sinking into its skin
Into scars where skin had been
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
You nod your head, yes you understand
You can feel my pain like no one else can
Next day, nasty words, I’m stupid again
You grab my hand and lower your tone
I shake my head, I’ll just walk home alone
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:42 PM UTC
There will still be music amongst my ribs
when the drum is broken and ripped open.
Flowers will still sprout from my mouth
when I lay amongst velvet and wood
I will have made you feel my power.
My magic will build a home in your walls.
I will lie beneath your memory
and your eyes will cry my tears
while your heart beats my own song.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:04 AM UTC
Whispers scream into her ears
as her CD player goes quiet across the room.
The dry tide against her hair fans a flame
of longing and happiness and content
that pushes her cheeks to her eyes.
She feels every drop the sun has to give
within her. Inside each inch of her skin.
and the only shelter to be found is hidden
behind whispers, bed sheets, and the steady breaths
that push and pull her into open arms.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
Start the night with cigarette adventures
laughing at jokes written on railings
in... sharpie?... yeah?... yeah, I guess, sure
Who knows, who cares, it's funny
and the cheap forties make it hilarious
Throw in Jesus and *** you sold me.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 5:47 AM UTC
They pushed your feet through paper
when your head caught the sky like a fever
and stars shone through your eyes
I pulled you to the pavement
to watch your brothers and sisters
fly across the black ocean above you
Dreams and lack of them floated you
above a world you forgot to know
where the bunnies beneath your bed
ate the silver dripping from your fingertips
Your mother taught you how to swim
so you could reach the white island
that waited to become your home
and fight away the dark tide riddled bright
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
Click-reverse-click-fastforward
Click, click, click, it's stuck
A voice if you'd call it that in tune with
one jerky movement
The poor girl trapped inside the box
seizes and dances with lightning
through her veins and water in her head
One rhythm, no expression
Just a dull 'eee-o-o-o-eee-o-o-eee'
Wake up, Jesus, please let me wake up
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC