I look up into the night sky
And see nothing but dreams
And broken promises
I wish for the best
And then I look up
To see my wish with everyone else's
Unanswered hopes

I want you to remember my name when everything is forgotten,
It’s fine that the world consigns to oblivion,
It needs a absence from the weight it was given.
Remind yourself of your perfect soul, Let that remind you of me,
of my need to find a reason why
Let me go to sleep keeping you as the reason tonight
the reason to try,
before I forget that I exist.

I don't make a impact
I simply breeze around others lives
Forever just to be a girl they once knew
I'm nothing in this world filled with
Hate and love
Just a kid with unheard opinions
And broken screams

I'll never cross a bridge
into a different state of mind
The traffic of my nerves
would never pardon me or be so kind.
But the currents pulsing
in the wires above my head
are burning into my skull
my joints convulse
and flicker my soul,
morse code for
"Do or Die"
as in,
Do not call this a tragedy
Or an impeding doom, I'll
Die in the confines of Kobains last words
"It's better to burn out then fade away"
I'll be better as charred dust
in the minds those who feel dismay,
then are like the life of the unexpected victims heart, eternally in delay

I will always prefer twigs over your diamonds

I've always been that girl

Playing in the mud

And laughing 'till i cry

An odd one?

M a y b e

But trust me

I'f you ever find me on the street

Say  a n y t h i n g

I don't need diamond words

When i have my twig

S m i l e,

And my youth

Summer sets its heavy heels
on top of the changing trees,
Like the season I waste away,
I will decay...
from drinking too much bleach.

But the ***** killed me more
as I let it burn my throat,
As I let myself blackout,
Only to wake up in the middle
of another conversation I’ll regret,
As I promise i’m still sane.

My mind poisoned me more
than the misunderstood bleach ever could.

This head of mine has ****** me dry.
Forced me to think alive.
But die inside my bones.

But worst of all...
It cut my tongue and blinded me
to the point where I thought I actually
wanted to see.

Tenor my thoughts
Relieve my stress
Balance my heartache
Rivers water
Flow through me
Take me apart from you

Lock me up in this night sky
Because I want to breathe in the stars
Let the galaxy blend into my body
And my heart to be in tune with Mars

I know one day I'll have to see your face
And I know my throat will be clogged
Because being with your smile
Is something my soul will keep logged

We're nothing but dust and diamonds
We're everything we've ever said
You're a lover and I'm a lost dreamer
And that's why our eyes are ringed red

Could you come down from the clouds?
And just surround my dark life
We've always known we are our own disasters
But we're each others rescues that make sense of the strife

Father
And
Mother
I
Love
You

I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.

Ash falls from the clear blue sky
The heat of flames crackle nearby

As the key to be free turns
And the excitement of freedom burns

As your shackles and chains fall off your cold wrists
And you prepare to use your fists

But no one is there to fight you but a mirror
and now you see everything clearer

the only person holding you down was yourself
and now you know the feeling of freeing yourself

And she won't be afraid
She will stay strong
She will not cry
In till you leave

Listen to her thoughts
Over and in repeat
Taking in her eye for photographs
She's always filming me

she  takes it in
she breathes it out
she sets the scene
so she can scream

And  let it out
Through her hands
Into her pen
Etching words that hold her mind

A artist
Bleeding through
Our societies
Worthless bandages

She needs herself
She needs someone else
She has her ideas
Expressing them though,

scares her into,
covering up,
getting jacked up,
and breaking down

To hell
We part on sacred soil
A cemetery
We do uncoil

Creeping out
Of wretched tombs
rising up
To create ones gloom

Shatter panes
Crunch beneath are kind
As we march
Waiting to embrace the find

Our game
We play with hitched delight
Crawling to you
And triggering your flight

My name is
A gruel of zombie kind
Raging through
To make death and divine

Handwriting is a personality of the pen
no,the hand,
no,the writer,
no,society,
no,the human,
no,the water,
no, the ink,
No
It's the art of trying not to sink

I am not a wreck
I am the wreckage
of cigarette butts and stardust
I'm betting you're not in love
And I'm hoping that I'm right
Why love a girl who denies her own flight

I am not a tragedy
I am the unconfined breeze
That destroys the home of ideas

I am the smoke you release from your lungs
You said once, it was beautiful as it evaporates

Am I beautiful as I evaporate?

There was once hope
And I knew how to cope
But my mother ran away to elope
And I started to depend on dope
As I tried to hang myself with rope

The darkness won
I forgot how to have fun
I wanted my life to be done
I learned what it's like to be shunned
And the pain weighed me down as if it was 1,000 tons

So I started seeing a therapist named Lee
But eventually she had too high of a fee
And I was alone with the monsters inside of me
They kept biting and cutting, They never let me be
And all the scars, No one would ever see

As the pain remained, I grew old
I never could fit in a happy, smiling mold
And it was my suicide note that I decided to fold
And all my treasures have been sold
Suicide took me, My heart died cold.

You tried to change me and i just walked away
I'm not sorry
I said goodbye and just left
And I'm not sorry
I didn't forgive you
And I'm not sorry
I told you how i felt about you
And I'm not sorry
I gave up everything to forget you
And I'm not sorry
I did what i wanted
And I'm not sorry
I don't love you
And I'm not sorry

I took advantage of you
And I'm sorry
I didn't listen to you
And I'm sorry
I never opened up
And I'm sorry
I never answered your questions
And I'm sorry
I lied to you
And I'm sorry
I changed you
And I'm sorry
I let us burn out
And I'm sorry

But what I'm truly sorry for
Is i broke your heart
While trying to find mine

This is simple
           This is quick
                       My mind is dying, It's decadence
and when I ask for help, Everyone only speaks static

Far to often I find that I spit my words out
Not to let them be known but to shun them from my brain
What's the point of picking careful words
When all that's left of them is stale, bitter, cold?
I find myself closing my eyes
Trying to imagine a better day
But days don't get better
Days can't get worse
Days steep in kettles
In till they are poured
Our hands are teacups
It explains all the burns
We stick out our tongues for a sip
Of the day that left in the empty spaces
Spaces we purposely put between our fingers
I chug the tea that is now cold
Reminding me of memories
That stuck to the leaves in a metal ***
I go to the garden
and pluck my lies and wrap them up
Here my love, take a bouquet
I swear, I swear, I swear.
I spit my words.
I drop my days.
I close my eyes.
And I can't be saved.

Now this aching feeling
It's tearing me apart
And this devilish endeavor
It's pulling us apart
Now we're lost in tragedy
Lost in the fired sky
The planes flew away but
Put us back to the start

I am not a quotation in your own autobiography. I am a ******* novel.
I am not a faded memory in a photo album. I am a ******* timeless piece of art.
I will not be referred to in past tense, for I am real and present.
In life, In Death, In the Between.
I am necessary, needed, noticed, and ******* glowing.

You watched me as I
dissolved.

And I hated you with
every
melting particle.

And I loved you with
each
evaporating atom.

Maybe I'm a lost believer
Hiking through the revolts of a cold fever
I've felt this change before
It's the wind of regret knocking at my door
The storm isn't passing
So we'll dance in the rain
The cold won't catch us
As long as we stay happily insane

not everything is art
not every word spewed is a metaphor
but ****, you are the ******* poem
with no punctuation
racing between sentences
and stoping
when the flow begs you to go on.

not everything is art
not all brushstrokes make a masterpiece
but ****, your fingerprints swirl sunsets
smudged into my rough canvas of a body
dripping pigment into my pores
stroke by stroke.

not everything is art
but ****, you are.

I would die for you. I am going to die for you.*
Not today.
Not tomorrow.

but one day it will all make sense and everything will be beautiful
and I will be warm in the winter,
and you will be by a fire watching the icicles drip down.

and you will see me in the newly poured puddle.
You will see me in the mud at the bottom of the hill.
You will see me in the patches of snow scattered about the yard.

You will see the thaw. The rebirth. The spring. The sun.
Just know I burnt myself up so your frigid dusk could be undone.

Red petals drop off the tree
Blood glistens off the sword
A woman's grief gives relief
To those that go to war

Waterfalls flow off the cheeks of rocks
Spraying drops of oceans salt
As the ravens fly around me in flocks
Reminding me that I'm the one at fault

I'm not what I used to be
I've become lost trying to find "me"

All the souls i've met
I've touched,but I'm not finished yet

I'll keep walking
Looking for the newest soul shocking

It's life that I live
Life thats made me act passive

As I search for my cure
Eloped by the obscure

We remind ourselves
That life will come to a end
And we won't mourn it

An Angel gave me wings
And she made me promise not to sin
I guess I’m just a liar
Who would do anything to learn to fly
So watch me as I fly from this place
Watch me as I speak brashly to Gods face
No I don’t need to believe in you
Because I know you don’t believe in me too
Yes I know you won’t care about your accidents
Now I know you don’t care about the bodies in my basement
I’m not half of the things I say
I’m not part of the excuses I gave to those I wished to lead astray
Please, Please I’m Suffocating!
I should of known you wouldn’t be waiting…

Press my bare feet on the cold wood
Slowly pacing
Fold up the last patio chair
And fold up summer

I am my tan lines, The marks burnt into my skin
I am my smile, festering emotions from within
You've seen my markings
You've seen my sins
But you'll never see
Where I need to begin

Open up the circle box
Slowly and fragile
All the same

Feel the impact of what's inside
Look into its crystal glass
See yourself looking back

Through the time warped mirror
Back to the days
Where your smile never left

Slowly feel the empty
Blank
Where your ears should be

You can not hear
How can you know?
A wishful smile breaks

Oblivion slowly wraps itself around you
As your sight is blinded
And you are alone