To unlove someone is to travel back in time
To unlove someone is to take back all the tears
To unlove someone is to remember them as they once were
To unlove someone is to ******* watch all your hopes and dreams get washed away as you put yourself through the pain of just waking up in the morning to see their face.
And yet you have a better chance of touching the stars
Then you do of filling the cracks in your heart
To unlove someone is to rip away all the joyess memories
To unlove someone is to let go of a life you could of had
To unlove someone is to stop the passion in your veins
But it will forever be impossible
To regain something you gave away so carefree
And with the bits and pieces of my heart you once fonded over
I give it back to you once more
In hopes it can restore the shattered pieces of yours

It's weird. You go on living. The world around you moves. It's like every day. Every breath. Maybe that's what it is, what you breath. There is this feeling. It's almost like a flutter. Like the wold just tells you- "stop. Look at what I made for  y o u  I did this. Now do what you will with what I made". And you do. You take this, this feeling the world around you gave, and make art. The feeling, the
r u s h, it's indescribable. Yet here I am, trying to describe it. This art you make, this feeling that courses throughout your veins, it feels so real and yet it is so much more than this world. So much more that the sky above your mind, more than the ground beneath your feet, more than the blood running through you. How can something,this feeling,  be so much more than everything yet be nothing? Art. It is so beautifully composed, isn't it?

Don't fall in love with my style,
Or the way I wear my hair.
Don't fall in love with my scars,
Or the makeup I might wear.
Don't fall in love with my skin,
Or my lack of self care.
Fall in love with my voice,
When I'm in awe or fright.
Fall in love with the poetry,
I choose to read and write.
Fall in love with my eyes,
Even if they dim and fade.
And save me from my demons,
And the heart they roughly played.
Just fall in love with me,
And the way I live.
This is all I can be,
And it is all I will give.

I'll take my own experience,
Wrap it up and tie it in a bow.
I'll take all the things I've felt,
Make it poetic and put it in a show.
I will build walls around my heart,
Then talk about how roses bloom in the cracks.
And I'll tell them how you kisses me where you punched,
But never tell them I punched back.
I will write monologues about the sky
And how it reminds me of your hair
Or perhaps a sonnet
About how I never really cared.
I'll take my abandonment issues and sob stories
Into the palm of my hand
Then crush it into stardust
And try to be the sea glass in a beach full of sand
But no matter how many
Metaphores or analogies I create
I can make words beautiful
But never my feelings fake.
We are poets stuck in a cycle,
Blooming blossoms that never change.
We are artists making art
Out of the beauty of pain.

The city is burning
Every street and every block
The city is burning
Yet nothing will stop

I see the fire
It burns my skin
And every breath I take just inhales more smoke

Does no one seem to notice,
The world around me burning?
The scars on my flaming skin?

The world is so blind
To the pain the fire can cause
And no one cares to notice at all.

The city is burning
I go up in flames
The city is burning
But everything is still the same

There are storms ahead.
Always was
And always will be.
Lightning my strike some,
Others will be deafened by  thunder.
There is no eye of the storm,
Only the constant state of panic.

It may see there is no where to go,
Stuck
In a endless storm,
Just trying to ride it out
Clinging to the hope it will end soon.

But you are not alone
With the endless amounts of fear and pain
you are not alone
With the world falling apart around you
You are not alone
With the pain in your heart growing
You are not alone
With the tears streaming down your cheeks
You are not alone

Life may be hell
With a storm at hand
And there will always be others to come.
But with a crew ready to follow you into the unknown,

You are not alone

You always smile like your about to cry,
You always laugh away the lies.
You always hug me,
When I feel ready to die
So why do you keep yourself locked inside?

We stick together, the almost perfect two,
We have to many inside jokes, all of them so true,
We have always failed together so we don't lose,
So why dismiss yourself Luke old news?

Are you afraid of me laughing at you?
Are you angered by the truth?
Or perhaps it's the unknown feelings,
That threaten your youth.

No matter what it is, I will always stand by.
And I am ready to be the shoulder ready for the cries.
Through love, hate, war and  sorrow,
I'll never let you suffer alone,
Even if it means making it to tomorrow.

You sat outside,
Cigarette in hand,
And told me the stories of life.
You told me the things,
No one dared to tell,
And blow that smoke into the air.
You cigarette *****.
You showed me that beautiful
Was the scars on skin,
And the dope in veins.
You took the shine in my eyes,
And sold it for your dose.
Talk to me three months ago
And I would of said how much I hated Cigarette Smoke.

But nights get lonely,
And tears will fall,
And I still stand alone.
I put people through ****,
They threw me away,
And when I asked for help it was a nope.
Now in the night sky,
I still see your eyes
And find comfort in cigarette smoke.

A cigarette burns, late at night. While you really should be holding onto your child so tight. Why is it everything we could of ever had, was washed down the drain all because we were mad? And now the little run comes running to me, tears staining her little eyes where the innocence you took from her should of lied. 'This is what I did' you said as you ran a knife down your leg, little did you know your 'big girl' would soon do the same. You made our dad cry when he was sober and when he wasn't he felt like everything was over. And now your closest daughter is closed off from a world that never gave her anything but the lies you told, 'I will be here forever'. There is no getting better, look at the coffin that lies down six feet under, a coffin to small for a baby girl to hide in, but there she is. And all you ever did was leave us with your words in the wind.

There is a small town
On the side of the road
Where the stars are holograms
And the people glow
Come and stay
Have a piece of pie
And just ignore the strings
Attached to the people from the sky
Come to a town
Where Aliens walk free
There always room
For you three.
Just don't look behind you
And shut the door
Put on your tinfoil hat
And ignore the screams galore
There is a small town
On the side of the road
Just outside of the governments reach
Where you realize you aren't alone.

I wish I had more volume in my hair.
That's not that bad, right?
I wish I didn't have acne
And I wish my tummy was a little flatter.
i wish I didn't wobble when I walk,
I wish I didn't jiggle when I run.
It's not that bad.
I wish I didn't have plane brown eyes.
I wish I held onto secrets,
I wish I had more depth
I wish all these things
All these things that make up me were not me.

I wish to scar.
I wish to unlove as fast as I fall in.
I wish to have some sort of story behind my eyes behind the words that flow out of my mouth because even for me I'm nothing.

Because in the end,
I wish we all weren't just nothing's.

Maybe when
the nights get old
we can dance through
the streets
as if no lie was ever told.
We will cut our hair lose
dye it the colour of
our pain
Tattoo quotes from the dead,
or the aliens in our brain.
We will set the town on fire,
and leave it ablaze,
driving a long road
and while the night gets old,
our spirits stay young
because as crazy as we are,
we are the generation
of broken ones

Why can I not love you
Like you love me
Why can I not look you in the eye
Without feeling a turn in my stomach.
You are my good friend,
Within my deepest soul.
But in the way you love me,
I just cannot take its toll.
I fell in love with an idea,
And not the soul you held
I am such a fool
I wish I could love you as well.

We sway and turn
Letting tears fall
To the floor of ever-lasting love.
For you may say,
Not today
But you feel anyway.
Lyrics crowd your head,
As there colors spill out of your mind,
Dripping out of your pores and soaking into your spine.
It's is such a lonely world
You think
As you watch your breath swirl in the cold air
It is all to much
You think
As you stand on this stage playing with your hair.
Sometimes it is to much
To face the people you love,
and sometimes it is to much
To face the people you have outgrown.
But this is a school dance,
And while your touch may send shocks in my heart
I will never break my walls
And give into the sick game.
So let's up just sway and turn

I don't wanna be pretty

"When your pretty, everyone loves you." That's what everyone told me. Now I am pretty. Now I am a flirt, heart breaker, thot, ***, and heartless. I have been called all those things. Some are true. I have learned that pretty is terrible. I can be an awful person but people will still love me. I can lie, and people will love me. Being pretty is bad. All everyone wants to do is have *** with me. They don't care that there is more to me than what they see. Inside, I am a kind person. I love singing and dancing. I love theatre and musicals. I am good at playing piano and ukulele. I love drawing and music. I love sports and I am really good at them. I am a sensitive and compassionate person. My question is why don't they want to see that side of me? I assure you that you would love to. But you refuse and tell me " Its a good thing your pretty." Yeah, I know I am, but I want to to compliment on how kind I am. But you don't see it or you ignore it. I am not a statue or picture. I am not there for your viewing pleasure. I am not there for your intimate desires. I am there to be kind and loving. I am there because I think you are different than the other guys. But most of you are all the same. I have made bad choices because I had feelings for you. I can't take them back. If I could, I totally would. Being pretty has ruined my reputation, relationships, and my decisions. I don't wanna do that life style anymore. I am going to try to stop being pretty. No more makeup, no more selfies, and no more boyfriends. I don't care if you hate me or "love" me. Either way, I am not being pretty anymore. Hopefully, you will eventually love me cause of my personality. I will see you when I am 16. Bye now.

If silence
Cannot cry
At pictures
Of
It's ex
That you are not
Supposed to have feeling for
Anymore
And
Doesn't have to worry
About
The world around them
Being
Fake
And
Rubber
And how much
You aren't
Supposed to care
About
Anything

Death
Such a funny concept
The people who say they would take their own lives if you took yours
Almost to quickly
Most you know are fibs
Others may be true
You ponder about death
So many times a day
Almost a routine.
You scare the person who loves you the most
And you do it again

Clutching onto yourself
Shaking violently in the shower
A simple thought
It was just a simple thought
Only one persons words could ever calm your soul
But your hands are to afraid to reach out
Because as a child if we reached out at the wrong time
A slap would correct our behavior

But they are worried about you
They care
You are to scared to bother them
But the simple words still mean you're alive

Death is almost funny
To you and me it's almost like a game
A topic that can bring tears
And still strikes it's pain
I saw you cry that day
As my thoughts were racing on
You know I've never tried it
So why did you think it was so wrong?
I held you close and tight
And made sure everything was alright

You make them promise to stay
When even you can't promise the same.

I reach
For something to grab
But let my hand
S L I P
And I fall
Into an abyss.

Light
No more
My aching soul
Scratching at my body
Screaming

I wish
For sleep
One thousand years of sleep
Forever waiting for sleep
To calm my existence



Existing can be so tiresome
Do you agree?

Is anything ever worth it,
If we all die in the end?

I'm sick of it all.
I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of the ******* people
Saying that I'm fine
I'm sick of not feeling anything
And sick of suddenly crying.
I'm sick of the society that keeps sending  people running and lying.

Lies
Terrible lies.
Lies that just wrap people up and turn them into beautiful fake  butterflies.
How can a butterfly fly, knowing some day it's going to die?
Knowing some day someone will say 'hey maybe we could **** that guy'.

Death and life.
Sometimes tragic sometimes a peace of mind.
Both can be both or neither at the same time.

But everyone will keep screaming 'it's just in your mind'
When you know ******* well it's just in your mind.
A mind created by a world that is not kind.
A world that will **** you if you try to shine.
If you try to shine and you are not the beautiful butterfly.
That society created out of your lies.
And now it's back again,
Back to the lies

i am nothing
and a mixture of everything
there for i can never complete anything
sorry mom and dad