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Dancing across the heads of pins.
Walking on the sky, playing at God.
Empty hands holding both Tomorrow & Yesterday.
Eating Razor blades, speaking of love.
Made of paper..crumbling diamonds.
Tears of lighting fall to the earth.
 May 2014 Honey Crown
Anna
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 May 2014 Honey Crown
Anna
Dude, I ******* made you-
You hated who you were.
Thank me with a severed spine,
And wishes on a star.
Empty hands, I used to hold
But you've taken them too far.
Everything I had in me;
it's everything you are.
Empty hands reach ever higher engulfing lies to build the fire,
Taking in a breath of beauty to exhale a cloud of life,
Of the memories in time forgotten within a mind of strife.
Wherein disguised by loving eyes a textured heart still mourns
The past reflections in the mirror and the pain which skin adorns.
Monsoon thoughts are never ending,
constant inside, harder to hide.
when time doesn't pass.
all the clocks are left with empty hands.
and these are the driest drops of rain.
finding the creases inside of my brain.
where they mold themselves into pictures of you.
and time changes from brimstone to blue.
 May 2014 Honey Crown
Sadie K
You had empty hands
and a full heart
which made me think
that there was no one
I'd rather have by my side.
I told myself that maybe
I could be the one
to fill those empty hands
with my own.
But distance is a funny thing
and no one expresses
just how they feel
when they know what's
coming next.
I've heard people say
that two weeks isn't enough time
to be sure that
something's meant to be.
Yet our goodbye
was far more sweet than
it was bitter
which makes me think
that maybe next time
there won't have to be
a goodbye.
Met a guy in Australia, hah..

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