Who asked you to come here
Who thought it'd be fun
In this land of practical misery
Where Nicholas drowned
And Lucy went blind
And Rita's lucky just to sell her tears
Whose idea was it
To give you new life
In Theresa's garden
Where flowers sprout rotten
Then pick you
And let you drift
In Christopher's moody winds
Peter would lend you a home
But he dropped his keys somewhere
Then went to get a drink with Jude
Did they mean to make you cry
Or wanted to see the world burn?
Yet there are those sinners among us
Who question it all
And think just maybe
They knew what they were doing
When Lazarus died for good
It could be
That it was all on purpose
That you were on purpose
Necessary even
Our very own
Patron Saint of Second Chances
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Allow me to be a tourist in your head and I'll repay you with the greatest travel book my pen allows.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
My biggest former wish,
I must tell you,
When I was just a little wheel
I spinned in hope of one circle taking me
To one like you.
I'm close.
You're close too.
We're almost there.
We're there.
And now I get too see
That you too are just a little wheel
A part of me is stuck in you
A part of you is stuck in me
But we cannot stop
For when our love rusts
So will we
And we must keep spinning
I must tell you,
My dearest future memory
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
The poem of madness
I woke up to write
Your smile above the sadness
Just a bit too bright
The painting of flower beds
Getting smashed beneath a reckless shoe
That time you tore to shreds
Everything I thought I knew
The song of a trumpet choir
As if proclaiming a sin
Turns as softly as young fire
To a lullaby followed by a violin
I'm far from the smartest
Beneath your mysterious heart
I may be a natural artist
But you're the natural art
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
You are a piece of paper at the bottom of the sea. You crumble in hands. From them, your pieces float in even greater depths. In our air you lose your breath, forever unread.
You are a dream slipping through the fingers of my awakened mind. You leave, disappear, come back only as as inexplicably familiar scene, an unusual word, a weird movement, proof that you once reigned, all shadows and reflections, molds of a long gone foundation.
You are a melody whose notes I cannot write, but only hope they fade away as slow as possible.
You are my unimaginable, unfathomable, inconsistent.
If i were a scientist, you'd be my famous discovery. If i were a philosopher, you'd be the purpose I seek.
But I am an artist. So you will remain my inspiration, my everlasting persistence, my spasm and my movement, a hope for my best piece. And they say those are never finished.
Very simply, or most complicated, you are, and forever will be, my noise of the sun.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
As far as I'm concerned
Night and Day play hide and seek
To make it interesting for you
The sky is blue cause that's your favorite color
Fires burn to keep you hot
Rains fall so you'd glow
Trees grow for you to have
something to read beneath
Things happen for you to have
something to read about
***** the sun
And all the stars beyond it
It's not around them
It's not about them
It's not them
It's you
The universe is yours
If it were mine
I'd give it to you in a heartbeat
For my heart beats
So you'd have something
to dance to
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Blessed by a curse
The devil chose me as his bride
His claim for me perverse
My shame banished by a ***** tide
They say I've got fifth ace up my sleeve
But it cannot be, for I am bare
Lying, waiting, dying to receive
The most exquisite nightmare
I paint my lips with his bane
His seed of pitch black dread
My master and I will reign
And prove the blood is indeed red
I've misplaced my last thought to resist
As my yearning grew to strong
Taste me, master, I insist
You'll find I taste so wrong
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
If I don't say it, it's gonna eat me from the inside
If I do say it, it's gonna eat me from the outside
So I write it
Put it in a solid paper cage
For all the other precious misfits to keep safe
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
What do I say
To the one who scares me
Instead of a shadow wears me
Has no idea I'm his clay
What do I say
To disguise my foolish content
Solely caused by a wisp of his scent
To act as if his minute doesn't make my day
What do I say
To hush the inner voices
Trashing my heart's most inappropriate of choices
You cannot be the price I pay
What do I say
If the hole becomes a pit
How will I ever admit
I don't want this to go away
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Ten.
She climbed mountains
For a promise of so very little
But got less
Nine.
She was fine with less
Drunk on the comfort
Of her fake dreams
Eight.
Fake hope crawled in next
A hope that screamed it's death
But she wouldn't listen
Seven.
She did, however, listen
To all sorts of problems
That got nothing on hers
Six.
What else was hers anyway?
She was smart enough to pity her mirror's reflection
But too weak to break it and risk years of misfortune
Five.
Whether it was misfortune or destiny
Her eyes were often suspiciously shiny
From seeing the same sad movie over and over again
Four.
Over and over again she went about her days
Snuffed by the things she did alone
Hoping someone would knock on her cocoon's door
Three.
Knock and say "I care about you,
your Majesty, I love you even
You're the one who makes it easy."
Two.
You'd be surprised how much easier it is
To dig than it is to bury
And how much harder to bear
One.
No matter how hard it gets
She'd never really leave
Not while there's still crap for her to hold
And **** for her to bury
Not while she has the will to carry an empty space in her heart for the precious nothing she needs so deeply.
But what when she reaches Zero?
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC