she's got a broken smile
for a broken heart
she likes to hope
her brokenness
is a work of art
lost in herself
she cannot breathe
around him, around her.
too many people
who aren't falling apart.
a broken smile
with a broken heart
her father says
she's a work of art

When you're writing, show your brutal honesty in the ugliest ways by using the softest words.

See the sky turn crimson red,
The same hue
With which your soil is covered.

Tell me, how are you going to explain this to mother
That the boy she cradled in her arms as a child,
Has now gone cold.

No more sneaking on his side
To get a scoop of his favorite ice-cream at midnight
And the plans she had for his 8th birthday party
Will never see the light of reality.

See the colors seep Out of her world,
The same way blood drained out of the boy's body.
Tell me what could you possible say to justify
The killing of innocence
To justify the replacement of laughter and joys
With ****** and blood
The heart that soared over with pride,
Is now weighing down with guilt
If only she had listened to his excuse, he made to stay out of school
She would not be holding him for the last time,
Fighting the tears that are too numb to come.

See the sky clear up again,
From the tears of the innocents,
You'll hope, plead and pray then forget
Till it gets ****** yet again.

But the mothers' heart will remember,
And one day they'll pay,
The heaven they had foreseen
Will be worse than any hell

Tomorrow,
I leave
and dear
I'm afraid
that you
won't
miss me

Cause I
know I'll
think of
your guitar,
your hands
my hands
your laugh,
and dance

Cause I
know I'll
listen to
your music
when I'm
homesick
or else try
to remember
your eyes,
your words

But will you
miss my piano,
my hands
your hands
my laugh,
my car
will you phone me
just to hear
my voice again

Will we even
Say goodbye

Do we have to

Or have we
already

today is your fifth birthday -
only nobody in the world knows this but me.

the 20th of November -
the death of all your unlived dreams.

happy birthday my little one,
may you rest in peace.

People smile and say I'm magnetic,
that I "draw people in";
They don't understand, though I wish I could tell them.
I wish I could tell them that one day I looked at the sky and saw thousands of stars, and that they were beautiful but all the same until my eyes were drawn into glorious light. A star brighter than any of the others. That my eyes lingered and widened in awe of such a powerful sight. I needed to know more about this incredible star. I learned it's name: Sirius  
I learned that one day Sirius will collapse and become a black hole that will destroy every thing in its path. It will ruin those that are drawn to it with a force so powerful that light will not escape it's grasp.

It's a beautiful star. But, one day it will ruin everything When they tell me I'm magnetic, with smiles and compliments, I yearn to tell them this.  I yearn to warn them of the beautiful and destructive, magnetic star.

They teach us poetry
In dusty classrooms
With seats lined up in rows
Ballad, sonnet, metaphors
They are the proper prose
But we who bleed
In blackened ink
Have no such use for rules
We are the colours
We are the words
I create without your tools
But still we sit
Row by row
And learn to write in lines
My pen longs to dance
Across the page
Defying,
Rhyme by rhyme