tiffany-bourlet
American
I feel like my name should fit me better than it does. It's a few sizes too small for my brain. I wake up and my skin feels green like I stepped out of a space craft. I swear sometimes I'm screaming, and I wonder if anyone else hears it, but my mouths not even open. There's always some kind of theme music in the background, or maybe it's all in my head, but when I open my mouth to sing, they swarm me like bees; and their stingers leave pictures in my skin. I'm breaking pencils just to steal their words because I know I use them better. Leaving kisses on the cheeks of raindrops, and high fiving the stars, I'm friends with nature. An organ in my chest beats for something similar. Books fall open in my lap, and I jump into the pages and make the stories real. I paint my world with dream like colors. Memories captured in still form hung on the wall. Everyday I wake it's the same, Slip on my chucks, and make friends with another day... in my own alien way.
Memory swirling me,
cold golden opticals,
forcing a dagger.
Dissappearing heart syndrome.
Taking over all that's left.
Mingling in a corner of empty,
Holding the hand of uncertainty,
Butterflies die and fall into my stomach,
Normal and i were never friends.
And im still swimming through a memory,
Cold bumps on my skin...
Wearing thin.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
Cover me in this blanket of blue,
and I will take the hand of this spring time breeze.
Enlighten me with words from the sun,
and the clouds embrace shall keep me warm.
Shadow my fears with the shade from the trees.
Drowned out my pains with the sweet flower's scent.
Fill me with love from the grand mountain's song...
Keep me safe in my dreams with the watch of the moon.
Keep me sane with the perrenial rains.
Keep me here forever, in nature's gorgeous bind.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 11:41 AM UTC
Behind my lids, Im painting trees,
Behind my ribs, I'm breathing life;
and through these eyes, I am seeing dreams,
capturing things, celestial extremes.
In this skull, A masterpiece,
In this skin, My favorite place.
in this world's embrace, I am free.
sun and rain, inside of me.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 11:41 AM UTC
What have we left of this human race?
Cynical, morbid, and mean; our time is wearing thin.
Most walking around with their lids down,
Drowning everything important out.
And we are all covered in unforgivable sin.
Can't you see that we are losing this race against our mother earth?
We should be taking her hand and walking side by side;
Celebrating in the sunshine.
But clouds are all we see;
Rain washing any hope away.
Over populating and swimming in a sea of pollution.
Taking orders from another lying soul,
Deceiving and powerful.
And these same souls dancing in the streets,
In celebration of death, ******* life from our country.
They claim to love a higher being,
But how long will this being love us back?
We have trampled all of our true intentions,
And taken advantage of all the beauty we were given.
There is nothing more cruel than a homosapien.
Can't you see the end is near?
You must wake up!
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
There is no metaphor for a gleaming mortal,
My life time carved into his skin,
Such a miniscule number of existing words,
None to describe such an impeccable sin.
His fingers lace into my dismantled soul,
as we eavesdrop on the tears of the sky,
persuading stars to straighten their paths,
and to the usual, we may bid a goodbye.
sweating with fever from the same little germ,
we are wrapped inside of a forbidden heat,
truth plotting against our inevitable rise,
Such a brilliant love leaves us feeling elite.
Mortal scent mixing in with eyes, hair, and lips,
Passion will never justify this chemical reaction,
There is no hyperbole to express his incredible lure,
And from this world, he is my sweet mortal distraction...
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 12:53 AM UTC
To the left I trace a silhouette,
Your heart once beat to keep the rythym.
And this song plays so far from in tune,
As distance strikes me across my heart.
A window to an unruly world,
And my memories as smooth as your skin,
My lungs fill with oxygen,
Though I tremble as Heavens poison me,
Hot and sweet, traveling down my throat,
and 'Miss you' Is all I wrote,
A kiss waiting on my reddened lips,
Our forever dressed in pure disguise,
Only sleep can sane me.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
You don't know the darkness the way that I do;
He calls my name, and I succumb.
Though he always leaves me shattered and numb.
His shadows beckon with their translucent fingers;
and theY blind me with their sorrowful lies,
And steal away my voice, to weaken my cries.
I have watched them pick the stars from the night;
he so carelessly pins them to his ***** wall,
He watches and waits for me to shatter and fall.
I can hear him as he so violently chuckles;
As he reaches out for his sharpest tool,
steals my heart, watching the blood as it pools.
His strength is something I will never defeat;
I try to stand up, I'm feeling so weak
He reaches out and touches my cheek.
And his jaws jabber something, of what I'm not sure.
My vision goes black, My eye lids like lead.
I try to get up, but All I see is red...
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC
Pavement between my toes,
Tires dressed in grains of sand,
Which way is the quickest savior?
When insanity is the truth of a backwards land?
and which direction to blue colored grass?
and that sky so vibrant in greens,
Which way to a life that never began,
in a mind of upside down dreams?
Who is to say that I've lost it all?
When traveling in reverse?
If you calculate the way of life,
Your sum remains an inverse.
I followed a path, a bumpy brick road,
I stumbled upon some strife,
But what better way to get over it all,
than leading a retrograde life?
Entangled in my locks of blue,
These eyes of sparkling red,
and which way to sanity you say?
ha! I think I'd rather be dead!
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
here are letters, three only,
that spell the agony of this earth.
And here we have reached it,
much quicker than some had expected.
Clouds will take this fire like form,
as we continue to paint our lives under blood red skies.
Though we know they wont last for much longer.
The sun will so suddenly dissappear,
and rain is all we may know,
Rain from our skies, rain in our minds.
Three letters, just three letters.
Corrupted were our minds years ago,
and yet they are worse today.
We were so indecisive on which path to take,
we skipped the path amongst the land,
and swam below the sea,
and led ourselves to a worlds greatest misery.
We are to blame only ourselves.
Hell can and will be a place on earth.
When those three letters align.
E
N
D
I tell you, it's coming.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
I believe your love may be fatal,
though if it is, I'll take as many lethal injections as possible,
through every kiss with a passionate twist.
I could fall from just your words,
or I could wither from that look in your eyes.
The word beautiful is redefined,
deadly seduction, I am so willingly confined.
There could be no better way to the end,
Than the grasp your hand has on my heart,
It wont be long before the venom reaches me,
and love will take my breaths.
Alas, I will breath only this fatality.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC