I want to be kissed in an art gallery
And cross streets without looking both ways,
Because we’re too busy,
Giving each other our own green lights.
(The sun was shining, and your smile was beautiful)
I smoke cigarettes as a metaphor
But I am not a book
Or exceptionally skinny
It still makes me feel romantic
I screamed at the top of a mountain,
And fell into my grave
All without leaving my bed.
I vow not to be a parent that looks the other way
And that punishes the symptoms
Of a sickness
Its hard not feel broken
When I can hear the rattling of my shattered insides
Its been a year since you died
I’m so sorry.
I used to draw.
I used to think beautifully.
I miss who I used to be, before I found myself
I have a whole world in my head
I am so much
and
I can’t wait to share it with someone
I’m not done living,
I have so much left to experience.
And I must find beauty in my distortions
If I’m ever going to make it out of here
-Taylor.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
You’ve got me humming,
And buzzing.
The reason I’m doing my hair in the morning.
Little daydreams,
Of something that could be
This isn’t a poem about love,
Just a poem about the curve of your back
That my fingers like to trace
And the little kisses in the stairwell,
We like to steal when no one is looking.
I’ll compare you to my glass of wine,
Light.
Something innocent and
Refreshing,
Giving me the perfect little buzz.
I’m not drunk on love.
Just enough.
And I’m not
And I’m not
And I’m not counting stars,
I’m enjoying the sunrises,
And how floral you make me feel,
When you look at me with soft grass in your eyes.
I’m going to keep enjoying this longest afternoon,
Drinking up your positivity and soft touches
Until our eventual sunset
But you know, sunsets are beautiful too.
-Taylor
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Act I
Watching the scenes of my life
As a spectator,
Understanding acting isn’t for me
Participation kept to a minimum,
Dialogue kept painfully simple
And, forget emotion
Laughing, crying
Its all the same
Act II
Silently
And rather appropriately
Mocking the silliness
Of this dreadful girl, who resembles me
And that sad, and lonely boy
Who resembles fire, and dust
All an illusion really.
Yes,
I think I’ll sit this one out too
The drama, and loud tears
So moving,
So disgustingly indulgent
Act III
A finale of sorts
I’ll have a cocktail with this one,
It ought to be good.
Awaiting the breakdown
God, such a convincing heartbreak.
Thankful I quit,
That I saw this ending coming
Lets just close the curtains,
Shut down the whole god ****** production
I’d rather the story just stop now.
-Taylor
Its better this way.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
And we’ve got these days stretched out before us
Like a thought beginning in mid sentence
Like a conversation in circles
That isn’t connecting
Only in round laughter.
We’ve discovered these things
On the floor
In the sun
In each other.
Truth.
Ours.
That the hours are short
But the sun is long
And the water is overflowing
So I’ll try and make a complete thought in this time
In one full rotation
Around the sun
Or my mind
(We) Stop believing in chaos
I believe in progress
-Taylor
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
We laid on **** rugs,
And creativity flowed out.
Finger tips to minds,
Like making love,
We made music.
I slept with you,
And turned into a spider
A vine,
And rooted myself
Into your dreams
The kind of dreams,
You try and fall back into
After the daylight has woken you.
Squeezing eyes shut,
The window growing smaller,
Darker.
But oh! The reality.
My dreams, in all their dimensional glory
Living beauty, right beside me
Privileges,
An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign
Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it
Until in envelopes me,
Until it is inside me,
Watering the vines
You already planted.
-Taylor
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
I don’t want to save you for a rainy day,
Because we are the storm.
I don’t want you to buy me flowers,
Because you are the thorns
I can’t fall asleep in your arms,
For you are the nightmare
Can’t trust my own reflection,
The moon blinds with a glare.
And I really can’t remember,
If what was left was ever enough
Fighting with gunpowder,
Because we’re made of that stuff.
-Taylor
And I crave your poison.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
Writing in colors
Practicing the wrong art
Illusions that discover, set me apart
Feeling too washed up, at such a young age
Could I say something real? **** turning the page.
Writing in Fonts
So that I may distract.
Its like smoke and mirrors, you’ll miss what I lack
The fancier this seems, the more elaborate the scheme,
You’ll think you saw talent, I’ll just blind you with bling.
Writing in sizes,
Milking the diversions
Fancy rhyming, bold assertions
Witty one liners, and maybe a clever rhyme
Will I ever give up this job? Oh, maybe in time.
-Taylor
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC
Just hold your breath,
And I’ll read you a lullaby
Drinking luke-warm coffee
And tunneling though my mind
Moving like winter,
But approaching those summer days
I think I love you, but it might be a phase.
-Taylor
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 1:18 AM UTC
You’re just a boy I held hands with
I let you discover every part of me
In the smoky apartment, in the back room
It was like floating, but only for a while
Then when you were gone, it was like thunder
And I shook, and held my own cold naked body
I cried.
But then you came back, and held me.
Wrapped your arms against me, we melted.
You told me lies, and I knew it
It made me whole again, but not fixed
Because I know you will leave again
And won’t come back
I am so afraid.
-Taylor
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 1:16 AM UTC
I see myself, in the dark.
Like, on an empty street,
Well, its all in my head anyways.
These shadow people that haunt me
We’re all just what they make of us
The puppets to put in their shows
We take part in their tragedy’s
For their **** entertainment
To cure their selfish boredom.
And with wandering eyes, to find
The sun, we look toward the sky
But oh, the days are like an endless eclipse
Only darkness
Oh, and ourselves.
Reflected back in the puddles
Of muddy water, like the blood that runs through
The pipes of our veins
Seeing, only what we wish to see,
Living on the lonely streets of our mind.
-Taylor
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 1:14 AM UTC