Though it is known that the stars would never worship the sun, she is very important to me.
My darling dearest fled;
Are the cliffs forever cold?
There's so much inside your head.
Do you dream of days of old?
You left so much in your wake,
In your trip to the sea.
Remember to wish that it was fake,
And hope to forget me.
The ocean will treat you well,
As well as you treated the stars.
May you dance in the craters where you dwell
As you did when the moon was ours.
Do not mourn!
We are not dead.
We do not remember you with scorn!
I respect where you've made your bed,
And wish you love forever more.
Loosely inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's Annabel Lee
You heard a door slam!
You know the curtains tore.
You were scared, he was frightened, "It's a ghost!" She swore.
Yet you tucked your children in
(though they were scarred forevermore)
But don't worry,
It's just me, crab walking across your floor
Poe has nothing on the notes from my journal
Freud wanted to like Christy,
He really really did.
But her white white teeth reminded him of a shark,
And so from her he hid.
Instead he loved Martha,
For the way she never talked.
If only his mom's face,
Hadn't been on a clock.
Then Martha would've been spared,
And we would have been taught,
That vague resemblance and trauma,
Should never tie the knot
Katy Perry was right about one thing
A cold surface houses a foot and a leg, along with the rest of the body, of course. The eyes stare straight ahead. You would think they blinked occasionally, but you could not tell. Earphones are plugged in and the ceiling fan spins right round, baby.
Right round. The mother clearly has cause for concern.
So I may or may not have lied on the floor for 15 minutes and made my mother v concerned.
And so, you stare at the edge of the cliff, and the cacti far below seem less than welcoming. The neon in the distance, however, is inviting. You are still numb, and you are still so, so tired, but you turn around, drive home, and have a cup coffee.
Happy World Mental Health drink some water
A chest, ornate and dark,
With gold lettering for the brand,
Holds the things that have been said about us without our knowledge.
One day we opened it, and realized that we'd rather have it filled with sea monsters than see it empty ever again,
And that was the day we were born.
It is better to be talked about and to exist without fear than to slip through life quietly.