A: Favorites

Mar 2014 A

panopticon

Mar 2014 A

Elli

I fell into the pit
Of sadness and doubt
All because of this thing
Called society

I tore out myself
And shredded the things
That used to define me
All because they told me I can't
Be who I wanted to be

But society doesn't change
They judge you for who you are
And who you aren't
It's a prison
And we cannot escape it

Mar 2014 A

The brunt of your absence

Mar 2014 A

Atlas Rover

The brunt of your absence

You made me forget,
Forget the demons I once was.
Holding you in my arms,
What will happen to me if I forget you?
Specks of stardust,
The universe expressing itself.
How is it that we fit so close,
Snuggling into each others arms?

The stars, they might be hiding from us tonight,
But I know they're watching us.
Tiny flickers of hope and joy,
The lights we are looking for in our lives.

Happiness always comes with a price.
Joy cannot be understood without sorrow.
Standing next to you seemed so natural to me,
That I can't believe that you're gone.

I have wept only as many tears as many could flood my eyes,
After that I waited for the scarlet sunrise.
Something that will continue forever from now on,
A world without you, ashen, dull and grey.

Wounds which can never be healed,
Left upon bruised skin.
Sometimes the pain is renewed when,
I hear your melodious laugh.

Happiness can only be realized when,
It ceases to exist forevermore.
I have only one wish,
To see you once again like before.

Mar 2014 A

At the bar

Mar 2014 A

Not-So-Superman

At the bar

I seek solace in the accompaniment
of the lonely three legged bar stool.
I sit, lean and rest myself upon it
And rely on it, like I never could with you.

I speak with the barkeep,
his words comforting and kind
he leaves to serve others yet returns
he returns like you never did.

I drink spirit after spirit,
as it eases the pain
and keeps me warm
something you can no longer do.

Mar 2014 A

Alone

Mar 2014 A

Pushing Daisies

Alone

You're the devil,
On her shoulder,
Clinging to her,
Fragile bones.

You're the devil,
On her shoulder,
Breaking her,
With sticks and stones.

You're the devil,
On her shoulder,
Pushing her,
Away from home.

But you only,
Want to hold her,
So you don't feel,
All alone.

Mar 2014 A

Burning bridges

Mar 2014 A

Pushing Daisies

Burning bridges

Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?

I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.

Mar 2014 A

destructed. (10w)

Mar 2014 A

calion

destructed. (10w)

I'm too broken to be loved.
always too **** broken.

Mar 2014 A

Canvas

Mar 2014 A

Jeramy Allen Thompson

Canvas

If I was asked to paint my life on a canvas, your silhouette would be the first thing I would brush on.
Following would be the deep and courageous shade of brown I voyage through when I look into your eyes.
And it's almost as if I would have to stencil in the word "perfect" where your smile is placed instead of steadying my hand enough.
Although I could never sway my fingers beautifully enough to visualize how I see you, I'd hope you'd still Love it.

If someone were to question what my life story is about, I could only respond by saying "finding her".
You are the space in between all my letters.
The chapters that I can't nearly prolong enough.
Every period, comma, colon, exclamation point and question mark.

Repayment won't ever be sought out enough.
Merely because I don't have enough seconds in a day to give you recognition for the aspiration you gift to me.
You've given me the freshest breath of air and the cleanest drink of water.
For that, I give you my all and hope it's enough.

So I send you thanks, for giving me a plot.
And I thank you for providing me with the most wondrous story line.
I dedicate this piece of art to you, my dear.