Internally corruptive
Mentally destructive
The voices in my head call out for death
"Schizophrenic, physcopath"
Whispers… who
People out or in my subconscious
Deadly sins,
Cant let them in
I should cease to exist.
Slaughter myself

Tilt the bottle up to my lips darling,'
After the first one I can't help myself

The piano is the poetess of a lovers quiet world. Like sonnets and symphony go together,  he was a note and she played him well.

Vicious cycle, life is a

Lend me your voice like a Shepard guiding me home. Tell me how you see yourself, not like in a picture or a mirror,  dig a hole inside your chest like a grave digger and unearth the ***** reality. ***** that consciousness until there isn't anything left holding you back and stare it in the face. Those eyes are yours, those lips that nose this whole ******* body is all you actually have so don't tell me you treat it like a tombstone just taking up space. Remove yourself from from the cemetery of self misery and plant yourself in resurrection.
Tell me about your drug of choice as I pull the needle out of your arm for what I hope is the last time, you absent-mindedly pick at a scab and say that it feels like your first tattoo, an old clock, a wristwatch that says time isnt ticking by fast enough
You said that it started with nicotine because girls could be so mean and you didn't understand why the first girl you ever loved choked you in bed and you said that you started to confuse *** with death, Tell me how it’s so easy to fall back into routine, how its just like breathing and how you cant seem to catch your breath, you tell me running from your problems isn’t a good idea when you have asthma and you know youre killing yourself but cant stop
Tell me your sign, whether its yield or “no right turn” so when youre left standing on the corner of suicide and denial I can come pick you up.

I'm a tree that thrives in your love.
Your smile is my sun
However, I didn't think I could live in something so shallow.
I'm drowning in the puddle that is your eyes.
I'm rooted to the spot you last kissed me.
I'm just a lonely sycamore tree.

We grow up being told to read then we wonder why love hurts to bad.

"Face it," she said. "You're in love with a psychotic clown."
But what with a face that's not a frown?
While she sits him upon a throne and hands him a crown.
Only his deep spirits could bring her down.

Upon his face sets a wide grin
His true hearts malice lies deep within.
A love like this must be a sin
The love of the Joker and his Harley Quinn. ♥
(And don't call me puddin' )

I have a lot of poems
In a lot of notebooks
In a lot of rooms
**That I no longer go into

Its getting late and I'm running short of words to describe you
funny as though you're as tall and striking as a lightening bolt, majestic and bright as it as well. With your beauty and brains surly you could take over the world.
Not such a large height for someone who's head lies within the clouds, devising them into shapes for the ants to see. What that's? A bird, a plane. No, its a volleyball entangled of predicted rain strapped in a storm of fire from maddie's fatal hands.

I never thought someone could love me like you.
Since when did the love songs make sense.
I dream about spending every last moment by your side.
I write, and write, and write about how your eyes look into mine
and how I love how our hands intertwine
I've finally found my muse.

I wake up to "to her" poems and know that someone actually cares.
The joyous eternity we will share
You write and write and write about how I'll forever be yours.
Let's spend forever on the beachline shores.
You've made me your muse, and I've never been so great-full
I love you

I cannot watch slam poetry at school because my body tells me it is wrong to show emotions that to show emotion is to be weak and I cannot connect the dots of this broken spirit
it is called slam poetry because it makes me watch to break things, to lash out with these tears, to drown the sea of people forcing poets to feel this way, I tell myself that im only crying because im on my period, that this is the red river that heaven cast down upon us for the curse of our femininity.
when I show my poems to my best friend I cannot look her in the eyes because I am transparent and she will see through the mask of indignation and indiscretion that i've put on
when I want to show my poetry to my English teacher I have to send it when I am not around to see the look of disgust on his face and his eyes trail my words like the wind I cannot hear the whispers of not being strong enough, not worthy enough for this career I have chosen
I love the English language, my old ball and chain, but its my insecurity that's weighs me down.
How id love to stand and preach in the choir and sing my poetry for everyone in the gospel to hear, to be praised in coffee houses and tea shops and libraries, to stand up for myself. but I cannot even bare the sound of my own voice, so I sit down and have the polyester seats dig into my skin like knives in the back with myself and its own mistrust.
it is called youtube because it is all about you, you and your favorite button up cardigan, the frayed sleeves from the over worn achievements that I cannot grasp, but the pain is sewn in tight and I cannot pull it above your chest, you can make me scream but I cannot even begin to understand how those lungs continue to be fully functioning when I smoke like a freight train and its frightening how I run this scenario over and over in my head because I can never get high enough to forget the way I arch my back to these metaphors

Im so sick of this ideology, the notion that earth is just a gift to us humans. That we can trod and trample and destroy the only thing willing to put up with our **** and give us the oxygen we need to live. Humanity is a sickness. Animal testing is a disgrace. HUMAN TESTING IS ENEVITABLE. let's take all the drug addicts and murderers in prison for life living on free food and cable and subject them to hours of radiation and harsh chemicals, then maybe something will get accomplished. Putting makeup on a bunny rabbit who shares less than 75% of our genetic data then saying its ******* safe for humans will never work. STOP

I've burnt a lot of things in my short lifetime.
Poems meant for you but never read to the unseen eye.
An assortment of books with your name hastily scrawled in them like I'm running out of time
Scrabble tiles in the form of the word tragic.
Tragic how the only thing you ever taught me was how to button my pants with *******. Both of which you'd.kiss before kissing my forehead goodbye.
I just don't want to burn my bridge to you. The woods are our safe haven that a forest fire could destroy.
I once burnt a heart into my skin, as the only thing you can't take away
Because when you leave. You'll take my happiness and my sanity and my name for when I'm with you I know that I'm yours
Without you I don't know who I am or what to do and I'm scared.
Scared of losing and having to face being alone.
I'm sorry I can't come to grip with myself but you've gripped me so tight with your eyes that I've gotten lost
I'm sorry that I need you and you've gone on to bigger and better things
I'm sorry that I'm nothing more than a grain of sand in your hourglass, just a miniscule second wasted away.
I'm sorry that I never have and will be good enough.
I'm not sorry for loving you
Loving you is the only thing I know how to do and I just hope it'll last.

Dear caught in the crossfire  
I always wanted a big brother guess I got more than I bargained for. The two of you were too close to count and I've lost track of how many missed messages there are. I don't save numbers and your not any exception to it. Now you're screaming and crying through the phone but I let it go to voice-mail.  I let it go to voice-mail.  I let it go to voice-mail. Now I'm 18 states and 81 miles away and I know I'll never check it.
Dear your open Arizona arms,
Sorry to decline the invitation but it's just to close to the hurt and too far from home. Nice car though, glad to see that one of us is still moving forward in life. Sorry you think that I'm the last puzzle piece, only living link connecting you back to him but holding a broken frame won't put the picture back together if it's missing pieces. The picture has changed and we both know I don't belong here anymore. Cement block siblings in front of my tongue and I can't say your ******* name either.
Dear heretic,
This punishment has different faces and one of them is yours.

The spiders weave spinning galaxies, you're too narrow to see, what lies between the web?

I am made of wood and nails.
I am made of porcelain and a mirror.
I am made of mattresses and late night thoughts.
I am a flower who's through tears you water and through words you feed.
My petals will rise up to the rafters to give you a life to lean on
I will not boo you, or creep insecurities up through your feet and into your lungs, it is my soul that is the curtain that hides you from the misery, my echo that gives you the final callback, so callback the audience and give it one more try.
Stage fright? It is I who should fear you.

I envy those lacking the vital skills I need as I practice these soliloquies in my mirror and even my own body doesn't obey me like my voice shaking like the plate tectonics of an earthquake right outside your house and I'm scared although I shouldn't be. Why are my vocal cords failing me as I'm screaming verbatim the last apology I ever received I don't understand this literary monster that hides in my tonsils instead of under my bed
im sorry head, that I cannot enunciate the words you so clearly strung together, I'm sorry heart, that I cannot convey the feelings that you pump through my veins, I'm sorry You, to have made you read this instead of never writing it in the first place.

People have always told me my eyes turn grey like the stormy skies.
Like the weathers chaos is being reflected in my very eyes.
My tears are the raindrops, when the cloud cries.

Maybe I should keep my head down on the ground.
Maybe my emotions will be more sound.
Maybe when the sun in shining my soul will be found.

Until then I'll remain sad
But I guess the rain isnt so bad
I mean mother nature could always be mad.

Myths say that raindrops are just gods tears but that day at a bus stop sitting under an umbrella I prayed to that big man in the sky and whispered that I needed sun but all I heard was your footsteps in sync with the rain dripping on the concrete as you walked away from me in reply and I will never get down on my knees for anybody again

I'm writing by the light of lightening as raindrops gently wet my notebook and im using sharpie to make sure that my inspiration is not lost. The horizon is beautiful, fireflies glittering in the forest like stars in a galaxy. I never knew Mother Nature could be so upset as to make god cry and the moon hide. Dont ever feel as you're not good enough because i swear you can make mountains move and silence thunder. It feels like atomic bombs are leveling my heartbeat and the ground i walk on to get close to to you. My thoughts are getting more and more scrambled and my strength is running out
                                                                                            of
                                                                                                  line but the wind is whispering secrets that i must scribe.
             part 1;
                            The beginning is now. It's only 11:11 and the raindrops arent so gentle anymore. The shadows are already ravenous for missing you and the eeriness of the darkened sky has quieted even as the most deafening lies beg to be heard and i want to trust that everything will be okay. Please, let everything be okay
              Part 2;
                            I'm starting to miss the sun. I'm sorry for whatever i did to make you upset. I need your guidance, your light to show me the road to forgiveness as i have forgiven your sly actions. I need you to face your fear of tornadoes and come swirling home to me. I need you.
                 Part 3;
                              The end
                                       The storm is gone and so is my easy state of mind. My paper is dry but my thoughts are not and im sorry im only stable when i long for something i cannot have but i want to be bright and reckless and strong and everything the night is the i am not.
                                                           Goodbye.

Dead Poet's Society* has gotten too real,
Our favorite form of you is in teal,
Without your dry humor the world has gotten sad,
I wish Mrs. Doubtfire was my real dad,
Without you, todays world has gone whack,
Robin Williams, we need you back!

I am found on page 7 of google if you search "poems that whisper i love you" but you never look past page 1.
You found something that suited your taste buds on result #4 and never bothered to look further.
page 2; google+Poems+that+whisper+i+love+you=error404.html
page 3; please go on, but result number #5 was an interview of your favorite hockey team so page 4 never got a glance, page
5; four being overlooked, the images are screaming out your name of miscommunication and internet wrongdoing,
page 6; one more page, and youll find what youve always been looking for, but a message came up saying "meet me at the coffee shop" and the tab was closed forever. I will never be found, and yet you'll never care to wonder what could have been if you would've just read page 7

So sick of getting discouraged by the way my own hands write lies for no body but my eyes alone to see. I do not create metaphors in the way I speak for interpreters to breathe, I only bleed to feel. I want to be whole again.

The saddest thing ever written about a girl and her words are the ones written to rid the ink on her quill.
- from stained hands and a broken heart

At least if I stand in your shadow mine won't scare me.

wish I were a book so id at least have a spine

Please tell me why my eyes feel hollow and my cheeks are sunken in.  

Don't tell me I told you so because I already know and I won't say I'm sorry because I would do it over again a thousand times.

Afraid that you are to me as I was to him but oh my God **** comparisons

Maybe I didn't give myself enough time to grieve but my lungs were on my sleeve and I needed recitation. When I needed CPR you gave me Care.  Protection. Respect.  when I needed mouth to mouth you opened up and give me your all.  And ive been in your debt ever since.

we are the underdogs of this era, the generation of incineration
lying in the gutter like a ******* ***** rotton pup
we are the hated of the created, a social distortion of abortion,
the shouldve been gotten rid of
make them regret, scream. Wreck, everything.

a ******* salute, paint the skies red
dilute the cries of the undead with one of your own. *******
*****, tease. lyin 'bout your insecurities. done with your demise, not down with your lies.
**** your vice. roll the dice, the odds are never in your favor

what a contradiction, lying in the ditch with your homies who said
"dudes, we'll run the world one day." swell, swollen eyes and blackened eyes, what the hell.
allies with the unforgiven of who've never done a thing wrong. neck wrung. on the front lines with punks with tarred lungs. smoke, smoke, everything up in smoke.

break martial law, get down on your knees and crawl toward unjustice and saw them to obliteration. ***** the nation. stumble with eyes wide  and watch the debris of your broken states crumble to the ground. make no sound. they know the noise of defeat. left foot, right. whos in control now.
the rebels live.
the rebels thrive.
we are alive.
rebels united.

Lovers passionate cry in the heat of the moment
"No I will not drunk drive to Walmart for chocolate" but I kiss you and grab the keys on a way to a night of regret only to find no car in the lot and nobody in the bed. You yell that this is reckless and I whisper that it is relief but I can't speak and your hands are at my neck. Water tossed and star crossed I am a civil wreck. Drowning in a sea of closure and still can't get enough. Emptiness vs solitude in these hearts I call home. The paradox of privacy and the everlasting need to get away. Running from lions,  skipping town,  jogging around questions that I don't know the answer to. I'm tired and tried at the court of course it was my fault.  Injustice in young  and in love. Sentenced with this timeless guilt as I plead for a repeat. Over and over and over again the comparisons,  the loneliness. The nightmares have stopped,  you're taking mercy on me. A white flag as the dark drags me back under.

I fell in love like the way you fall asleep: like getting hit by a ******* bus that knocks you out of your senses and *In that moment I swear we were infinitely in love but ******* you left me on my own. I know love and lust don't always keep the same company but I find great companionship in your eyes and I'm quite hoping you'll stick around. May the odds be ever in our favor of falling in love again in the empty house we once called mine where i'm divergent and I can only be controlled by my fears (of losing you) that send me recoiling in your arms every night; I solemnly swear that I am up to no good and I spend every second wishing you'd love me like I love you.

His touch was light as a feather
                                  Made of metal and coal
It burned a mark into my heart
                            And into my cheek as well
Swaddled me in layers of warmth
                                         But left me so cold
It tickled my nerves
                                  And tested my patience
I fell in love with a bird
                               The wind could not catch

I 6 years old an out of sight
There's a pretty girl outside
But me no talk cause me ain't white
I don't understand difference
                           I see a little black boy
                          All alone looking at a stem
                        Who is he? Why is he so dark?
                    I think I'll ask mother about him
Loud knocking at the door
Theyre taking me from mommy
She's screaming, I'm crying
All I see is rope and a tree
                           I just got home from school
                         The colored boy is gone today
                         What a shame, I tell mom
                         I was going to ask him to play

My heart is a bookend.
My heart is a paperweight.
My heart is a pencil sharpener, a cd player, and superglue
My heart is an atlas
My heart is an aviator
My heart is an Appalachian
My heart is a rodeo clown, the town jester, and a fabulous cook.
My heart is a survivor.
My heart is a tornado
My heart is a lone wolf
My heart is many things, and it is always, always yours.

So many thoughts are encompassed in my brain, swirling around and around, faster and faster and faster like a tornado that's going to destroy everything in its path; destruction at its finest.
There no place like home, say the voices in my head. GET OUT. I can't take this internecine anymore. I have to end this. I have to end this. I don't wanna be alive. I have to end this. I dONT WANT TO BE ALIVE.

A grey can under greyer skies
Who knew an inanimate object could cry
Huckey pucks and baseball bats dented
These miserable hurt feelings cemented
Deep inside something with barely a friend
A broken typewriter at its end
A radio that couldn't mend
Yet their love they still send
Even as the tires screech by weekly
Metal on metal screaming yet so weakly
As the object itself is garbage
Thrown across a forgotten bridge
A tin man broken
Over lost and loved tokens
They called it trash
But now his true heart's ash
Who knew an inanimate object could cry
A grey can under even greyer skies.

I don't want to speak in coordinate tongues to imply that our paths will never meet again. The mutation of passion is what keeps us together but we can't keep using this double helix as a crutch . I have these fragments of words, and paper and hearts and glass, syntax of my own DNA that I know not what to do with.

Loving you is agony in which I cannot differ pleasure from pain as my hands crumple up the sheets like talons snatching up its prey and I pray that he isn't watching as your lips trace my hipbones oh god it burns like acid but Ive never craved it more