YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE VENOM IN MY VEINS AND WITH EVERY SYLLABLE I'M GETTING MORE AND MORE INTOXICATED
LOSS OF BREATHE,
SHAKY LIMBS,
UNABLE TO CONTROL MY HEART-RATE
THESE ARE THE SYMPTOMS OF LOVING YOU AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO STOP

we exist
simply together
in pockets of happiness I keep in my coat
our love like fireworks
sudden, beautiful, fleeting
but
these colors wont last I know
my fear warp into a quilt that rests on our bed
an eyelash on your cheek
hair down the shower sink
the world doesn't stop just because I hold mine in my hands
im losing seconds of you to myself and im
JEALOUS
holding tight to something that isn't gone yet
holding tighter and never letting go

i named all the holes in my walls after you and kissed each of them with my every knuckle

Think of love as a giant piece of metal, with you at one end and your significant other on the oppisite. The goal is just to create something. You will run into hard problems (ex, the metal not bending the way you want), awful noises (crying, laughter, ***, ect) your body hurting from exhaustion. And the shear terror of the ability for you or the other to just give up and walk away. But if both parties put in effort then you end up with this beautiful, unbreakable, piece of art, with you sig.other at your side. And that is worth it all. That is love.

I'm afraid ive forgotten how to write

when do you stop saying "I wonder what he would think of this"

Tris Prior dies

I sat outside until my toes curled in numbness gazing at the stars like they could answer all my questions, hoping they would rearrange them in any sort of constellation for my consolation instead of wishing on fallen death.


You set off an atomic bomb in my heart which is pretty ******* ironic considering Im scared of loud noises and falling in love but the ticking in my chest gets louder and louder with every step like I'm a walking paradox ready to explode

if I ever loved you at all
I will love you forever

From the young cashier bad at math who counted the drawer wrong.  Good heart,  bad luck,  pocket pennies on her sleeve.

Mother, mother
Where have you gone?
The sky's have stayed dark
The tide has retreated
The fish have left the sea,
Mother please!
Put my ill mind at ease
Give us a cure for this disease.
Mother?

For the life of me I cannot possible fathom why you -- a god of nature-- would want me --a tiny grain of sand-- when you could have the whole ocean.

I am a plastic bag.
I am not just a late autumn leaf swept up by fall winds and you are not just a figment of my imagination.
I was used to the best of my abilities and tossed out the window replaced by another nylon pouch with a zipper you are confident in undoing.
Your veins make up the dreamcatcher I keep on my bedside table to collect the memories I was once so fond of.
I kept your secrets, your trust, lies, casualaties and love tight on my embrace until I could not hold any longer.
I am a plastic bag.
I float on winds of whispers from city to city, each more excruciating than the last, trying to find my way back to you
Where you are a polaroid taken again, modeling the perfect pose to take the girl of your choice home for the night.
A girl that will place cosmetics, such as the red lipstick she'll kiss upon your face, and the Maybelline eyeliner that'll smudge on your pillow case in the morning in a purse made from the finest cows.
I am a plastic bag

Black hole
Swallow me whole
Wallow in it
Wallow alone

Devour me slow
Soak up my soul
Tear at my skin with your teeth
There is no ground beneath my feet

Icarus flew too close to the sun
I run, i run, i run

Appalachia did cry out home to me
my young mistress ne'er  could compare to
the love felt in thy heart and soul for thee
she smells of early morning petal dew

why does this land captures me so troubled
these branches have become a rustic cage
beaten and bruised thoughts left me white knuckled
she entrances and entices no matter age

I hear the whispers calling to my veins
held in open arms, immortalized dream
you are thy only breath, wide open plains
she hints at lust of remembrance, a scheme

           long to rest my feet upon thy soul
           thy roots and mind so constantly toil

ive been wallowing in a puddle of my own sadness
hope I drown in it

its either

silence
and
coexistence

or

violence
and
independence

if this is the end I do not wish to see it coming
but I can't unsee it
I can't unsee it
I can't unsee it
when a domino falls
does it even make a sound
does it wish to unhear the wind

I want to lay with you, listening to the synchronization of our heartbeats and lace my fingers with yours. Sometimes I think I'll wake up alone, empty air, not even an imprint of where you laid at all, like you were never even there. Don't leave me, sometimes I think you're just a dream and I'm so afraid of losing you to a nightmare that I can't destinguish reality from lucidity. Just lay with me, forget the world and let my body contour to yours like a mold, stars in a constellation perfectly fixated on each other. Catch me, as I'm falling asleep, never let me go, let's get lost in this lovers slumber.

glued in limbo like a stained glass window just waiting for your change of heart but the clock isn't ticking and the air is thick up here as I feel you slipping through my fingers once again

Wear your heart on your sleeve like its a ******* fashion statement

I'm trying to face this but the clock keeps spinning too fast for me to keep up with, the business end is blurred with ***** and bud and I always have a headache. The world is spinning and I'm spending all my time waiting for you to come home

untitled; not knowing a name to put on my favorite book of how I love to waking up beside you in the morning. Or any knowledge of metaphors and fallacies that exist to define our love. I cannot put a title of the chemistry between us.
Unentitled; Your heart is not mine to love and your hand not mine to hold. I have no title or claim to any ounce, hair, or breathe that you have but I want it so much. I long to be yours, to be entitled to your everything.

Won't you be my valley girl
A sight for sore eyes, missing you I am
But baby, I have to get this off my chest
loving you was never second best

You make me see stars, damsel in distress
Spinning around and around my heart
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do
ill stop the world and melt with you

Take my hand, I'll show you the view
A mirror, the prettiest in the land
Sky's the limit, life's a free ride
the future's open wide

I want you forever by my side
My one true and only love baby
Give that idea a whirl
**won't you be my valley girl

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 may have forgotten how to write but god these words still whisper in my dreams. "WE GET IT POETS, THINGS ARE LIKE OTHER THINGS" a stranger in the audience yells in the middle of my memior , I am sorry sir but you are an ******* like that of the gods greatest devils and I pray that you will stop. I should stop, but I have ink in my veins, and my smiles are composed of similies.I have a voice as small as a mouse but as loud as a lion. I look up at the stars and all I see are fallacies, oh god, look at the red herring. The constellations are making fun of me. How I wish I were a book so at least I'd have a spine. I cower in the land of fiction novels hiding from the people that are better than me. I know I'll never have the taste of Walt Whitman or face the horrors of Mr. poe but ******* how I want to. I'm afraid that if I don't figure out my purpose as a writer I'll forget how to speak to you and we'll grow apart like leaves on a tree in winter so glue a pen to my palm and make me dance and hopefully words will relearn how to waltz across the page. Its the very fiber of my being and I can no long use this double helix as a crutch.

think I've forgotten how to write. I know i have a voice. It speaks in my mind but its receding like the hairline I know yours will when you're forty and I don't know whether it will come back and I'm afraid that if it doesn't I'll forget how to speak to you and we'll grow apart like leaves on a tree in winter so glue a pen to my palm and make me dance and hopefully words will relearn how to waltz across the page.

What is a poem
That thinks with rhymes
Calls for a variety of times
Justifies the heart's crimes.
What is a poem
With words so beautiful they have their own name
That make the mind play a game.
Nothing of the sort will ever be the same.
What is a poem
It could be anything and everything a poem wants to be.
A bird in the sky or a big open sea.
Or a creative book for you and me.
A poem can set your thoughts free.
What is a poem?

April showers bring May flowers and seasons will always change 'cause when April fell in love with August she felt a little bit strange' cause she fell and fell and fell outta range 'cause as August turned red she burned and fled

I have a poetic bone in my body, I swear; I've seemed to misplace it
I'll search inside the cabinets, within the threads of my bedsheets
maybe you've withheld it in your eyes
breaking it with your icy glare,
maybe you enjoyed hearing it crack and shatter into pieces, 
was the dissonance music to your ears?
i thought i saw it the other day, chasing the hand you walked out on, 
funny how it could've escaped my grasp
when I once held it so close like the proverbial hand of cards,
a treasured piece of myself.
I can hear it now, it reverberating through the forest like the drumbeat of your heart.
Toying with me, a little girl attached to the strings of a puppeteer
suspending itself among the wind chimes that whisper melodies to the wind
it hangs there, taunting me with gut wrenching lullabies, torturing my every-waking moment
with the unmistakeable clinging of its own remnants.
I don't know if it'll ever return to me; do i even want it to?