The invisible sounds behind the door are reminders.
It is an unattainable respite from a future that is tied to past scars.
Listen to the waves crash behind those sedimentary bolder;
the black algae rest on damaged secrets.

Inconclusive results of a test failed many times before.
You could rest once; lay dead from this sharp,
crimson chance.
Let there be sand on my tongue, trinkets of a banned romance.
Your naked body is all that I remember, a crime committed.

Look at the moonlight, with its selfish, confusing rays.
One could see much, or nothing at all, from the miracle in the sky.
Do not ****** me with reminders of what I already know.
I labored in my fruits and rotted away with the maggots.

Pity, shifting, hateful rage!
Let go of something I cannot physically kiss.
Those suns you call eyes have left me,
Foaming behind enemy lines.

The worst type of poetry is the kind
That was never written down.
It's stuck in peoples hearts, but not
On paper.
It would **** to be whispered in your
Lovers heart,
Instead of dying in your throat.
You never did pick up that pen.
In your own way, you left some words
Dead,
Unsaid.  

The worst type of poetry is the kind that is left in peoples heads.

A tiny universe rest on my skin,
A reflection of Amber and gold.
Belly flopped jives and reaping
Good times exists in the howling
Wind.

Totem poles can kiss the sky,
In the same way I kiss you.
Unstable is my spine when I am
Near you.
I forget the color black exists.
My cheeks fill with butterflies.
I swear I can fly to all the deadly
Planets.
Exaggerations in poetry,
Along with love, make sense.
God how I question everything about my black heart when you float to me.
I swear that my heart must not be red,
But rather,
A sultry blue.
Those three words are just words,
If that, at my best,
It's all I can give.

You are suicides other half.
I'll call you hope.

Weaving Spider webs on dried petals
Each one as yellow as the sun.
There are centuries resting on each
One
Of
Them,
Some become black when I cough.
The flower is made up of seven,
When it use to be eight and nine.
Those petals should be delicate,
But I only feel cracked rocks.
Its stem goes down to hell,
Along with any trace of you.
The flower is no more.

Like a dry petal,
Neither is my love,
For you.
Goodbye oh yellow sun.

I died in the light with shards of glass
Stuck in my back.
I died tonight when I saw the ripped pages
All over the floor.
I burned them when I was young.
Those were my secrets bleeding
On the floor.

I died tonight when I realized that shadows
Could cry.
I Didn't know darkness its had its own eyes,
Its own lives.
Teenage tears are mixed with adult grief.
I've been my own enemy; the worse thief.

I died at seventeen.

Do not fall in love
Unless you can turn darkness
Into light for them.

Those cracks on your face are echoes
From you heart.
And you said you felt nothing.
I knew you weren't boring.
Your lip is slashed open.
It trembled,
But not from the pain, but rather,
From what you never said.
Sapphires lock my eyes.
There is the unknown in them.
Pull them out! Please!

They are as pretty as a Lie.

Vowels are dug deep, into these pits
That go straight to hell.
(My heart).
Consonants burn in a pile of
Maggots and trash.
(Your heart).
I'll sell you these words if you buy
Me a shovel.
I'll put these letters together and I'll go through the trouble.
(For you).
My red pen is out of ink.
Those ripped up papers have suicide
All.over them.
Burn them with the maggots!
Burn them with the maggots!

This mattress has secrets to tell.
It has your **** smell.
****.

A faithless angel rest on one shoulder.
The damaged one hangs onto the other.
They are throwing daggers between my ears.
I'm unaware of why they are sad though.
Even the impossible quite on themselves.

It needs to die eventually.
You cannot live this way.

I have lightning in my pen.
If you look closely you'll see
Bodies and burnt
Tongues.

The light is as bright as your
Summertime sadness.
(It's as obvious too.)

Nature cries when it's cold
In your heart.

She's drowning in you.

There are rainbows trapped in
Colorless cracks.
Their color has been ****** out
By others.
For others.
The *** is empty.

I don't want to **** myself and leave my kids
without a father,
alone,
like me.

I'd better do it now then.
The color palette isn't bright anymore.
A fatherless man is just guessing.
(To be honest.)

This ******* filled sky,
As white as Ice hides angels behind
Those dancing stars.
I don't want to die tonight.
I've killed myself like Clockwork,
At least twice a day.
This longing black sky mocks me,
No more than twice a day.
How do you always wink like So
And make me bleed black tar.
It's dried and I'm stuck,
My prime is my crime.

I remember the baggage you had,
Tagged with everyone that
Hurt you.
There are miracles in there because
There you are.
Still standing.
Still a believer in heaven and hell.
The ******* can never know they
Did this,
To you.
Keep this secret stuck in your throat.
Cover your mouth!

It might escape,
Like your
Hope.

There is this man who makes me bleed
every day.
It doesn't make any sense.
Let it go they say.
I am five and I like the color blue.
Hazy but still, there it is.
You are a wingless angel, but still,
I look up to you.

She is engraved in my spine,
I'm unable to walk.
She is stuck in my throat,
I'm unable to talk.

But I can write
Type,
Put words together.
Structure my ideas.

I wish I didn't.

The emerald spine shivers glass all over,
It's as dangerous as a four leaf clover.
Freezing oceans hide cold truths
O what a clever ruse!

A believer is a optimist,
A God reformed pessimist.
Where once was cold upon his skin
now exists tranquil sin.

It hides beneath the blue ice
He is the sergeant of his crimes.
Erosion has done wonders for your heart,
and that has left your skin feeling warm.

There is a rock stuck between my toes
It's gets sharper with every step
Yet when I go to remove it,
it isn't there.

There is a blade stuck on my tongue,
thats done its job too many times before.
Cuts can only be cut to a point
where what is left is only
the truth.

Pain sweeps through my chimney throat and
roars back out,
a music note is what emerges.
Out of hell comes a lesson,
but before that comes
his voice.
His name.
His tongue.
His touch.

That's the rock stuck between my toes.
That's the reason the blade is pointless now.

The light hides behind the grey jellyfish.
Boxed in and afraid of its own beauty.
Tin cup gems are stuck on my hands.
I remember when everything wasn't blurry.

You ever floating truth,
Stuck in my throat.
I can't get you out,
Nor do I want to.
That's my truth.

A great liar is a true artist.
His teeth are totem poles that have been
Toppled over.
He has left his mark,
Just like his lies.

Ask the truth of a liar and he gives you
What you need.
All the liar to lie,
There you have your miracle.
He is a God laying on the ocean shore.

We are better monsters

than humans.

My heart beats shadows from the past,
Rusted fingernails stuck in my back.
Each word is clogged in my throat.
I only ***** shards of dried ink.

I only know the mess left on the floor.

I would bleed if you
Asked,
Every.
*******.
Day.

When they think
Of my innocent blood
Dried on the floor,
I'll be a rusted God.

This blood,
It reads,
"It's not me, it's you."

I can't love you while you hide,
Behind your masquerades and lies.
Your tongue itself is my crime,
Paperback truths and lucid time.

You ravaged me.
left rusted, cold razors in my eyes.
My conscious needs a piece of peace.
Parallel eyes meet parallel crimes.

I remember when I fell in love with the color
color blue.
I was pulling on your dress all the while
everything else fell over and became
charcoal grey. 
You wouldn't  pay any attention to me,
and that made me feel
blue.
My heart turned black and screamed out your name,
but you had nothing to say. 
You were busy cutting cleaning your sins from your hands. 
I close my eyes as hard as I can,
and still.
No other color.
Just blue. 
I still pull on your dress in my dreams asking for you attention. 
My lucid dreams never change. You still won't look down
at me.

I miss you

I miss you so much.
(But you were never there).
You forgot your clothes under my bed
(I found a piece of my heart under there)
It burns,
(Your gold necklace around my neck)
You left With a smile, a gamblers delight.
(But you were never there).

That wooden floor.
Those creaking voices under there.
They laugh at me,
They mock me.
You use to walk on that same floor,
There was a creaking in your throat.
You laugh at me,
You mock me.
(But you were never really there).

I think, looking back, you didn't try,
And that,
That was my crime.
There isn't a number to call for the lies you told.
No prison to put you in.
Just a rib cage
With a heart,
I will imprison you there.

A colorful, impressive, innocent life,
Sprawled out on a glitzy boulevard.
Those eyes are yelling for acceptance.
Those eyes are asking for attention.
White and black; blue mixed in as well.
A child´s strength simply isn't there.
That's what a family is for
Here, have some of mine.

That's love
(Or something like it).

Blurry stacks filled with lively smoke seeps out of the gray sky.
Reminders of death and love are stuck to the walls.
Its stench is depressing.
Its mark is repulsive.
Even so, there is a ******* hurt within these walls.
Sadness rains from the silver sky, but so does hope.
Each death is comforted by love ones.
For every goodbye, there is a hello.
The reaper believes it to be fair.
It leaves me feeling scared.

I sit here in this hospital chair,
Waiting for my time to rest.
Eventually I'll get there with a smile on my face,
My loved ones will be there, and finally, I'll rest.

I remember it all,
And that was the point.
I felt every infected scab
On my heart.
Bruised fingertips left their mark.
Your name screams within me.

There are black ghosts inside of me.
They leave their nails in my soul,
Broken off and bleeding through.
And to think
This,
This is all because of your name