I read you the children's storybooks that your parents sold
and buy you marbles like your old collection
(that one day was no longer there) and
we will sit craning our necks, healing our hearts

we can do arts and crafts projects
(and this time they will be hung up on the fridge)
and I'll double check your room for monsters
and your music box for pills

you have been compressed, ashamedly
for far too long
scoffed at and eyes rolled
if heads do

you are free now, protected and proud
you are safe and sound
join hands, and know that
these new planes of vulnerability keep you strong.

A dead body I met, she was someone who everyone did forget,
Whenever she complained, the only thing she did later was regret .
Her eyes had grown tired of being wet, thus decided not to weep,
A day for her was hard to realize, that sun did set, without eye's wept.
Horrified with being happy, that night she couldn't sleep,
Her past was dangerous, was mysterious , exactly like her, every layer deep.
She was helpless, she was hopeless, she was direction-less
She even was lifeless,i saw and turned depress and she in my mind did creep..
There were so many cuts on her body, yet it seemed section- less..
She knew what was right and what was wrong, yet she was action -less .
She had been stuck with some disgrace, was visible on her face,
Her simplicity in a complex world, seemed aimless,
It wasn't painless, but because she didn't want to part of a race,
She wore an anklet, made up of needles and lace,
With the caption "77", as her dead body's grace..
I wanted to console her, but before that she was gone,
**** these winters, I had turned this idiotic hot shower on ..

grin penetrating my mind and your touch - your grab - sewn into my side
sinking as a summer without fin(n)s drowning in your baby blues,
boy
and fooling myself into early christmas hollyboughs? go-lightly on me, oh please!
A ****** bisou beneath mistletoe
with curled toes and auroral, idolising eyes
fantasising eyes
overall, decriminalising eyes
Annie excuse at (H)all to see you and
re
-vive (mes soins, votre sécurité)
-kindle (the ignition to my inspiration)
-pair (poles apart)
a pair in the most offensive of ways
my only vice is cleansing yours
but your sins or psyche?
am i wounded or warming?
my truly fatal frailty

it rained today
the thunder reminded me of when i lay next to you and listened to the sound of your heartbeat in the ironic dead-silence
the flash of lightning reminded me of the spark that once glistened in your soft, brown orbs
the damp but comforting smell reminded me of your taste
the rain trailing down my window mimicked the tears that once stained my cheeks

it rained today
the rain reminds me so much of you
probably since when you left me I was as if debris ruins after a storm

i have loved you in dirt
in bathroom stalls
bathroom stalls
their tainted toilets overflowing
clogged like our throats choking on our sinful words

words? thoughts

thoughts behind iron snags
but in the wake of your mind it nagged
rusted as the levels rise, but tough as my once adamantine heart
brass bound, you left me molten, explosive and fiery
vibrant with passion

for you

in mirrors
mirrors
wide eyes and nose bleeds
to finally feel comfortable enough to BREATHE
each others air
venom in our veins
to know the other even cares
once breathless over you, now blowbacks in the damp
mud-stained jeans, lipstick stained necks
i have loved you in dirt

the greens
the forests
the difference of twelve months
the difference of a year, three months and a day
39,657,600
or 9420 seconds
11 or
6525 miles apart
two year anni-void-sary
‘skin to skin bonding’
but not how you’d think

loving you in dirt-
y, ***** girl

Like the main the author must die
their lives written out, bound by a books spine
Their eyes are yours, you have what's left of their mind.
How tragic the story line was?
Well that was their lives.
They give you who they are, so you can read to
throw away some time.
Months to years of their lives soaked up in a weeks time.
But yes like the main, their creator must die.
But they are immortal in another way.
Their mind might die but their world will stay.
With hands now plagued with arthritis, and blind milky filmed eyes
They cannot tell you about their mains lives.
Aged is their mind, taken by time,
But immortal is the world they created....
A whole world...in a few hundred pages...lives carried out
and then shut down....
Yes like their main an author must die.

Can't the rain, hear our pain-

To shower again,
When meet the lovers insane?

And drain the strain,
Inculcated by their brains?

I spoke to the devil the other day
he said that people are all the same
he swore it wisent his fault that girls and boys sin
h asked why everything was blamed on him
I spoke to an angel last night
she looked at me as she cried
she spoke of God who she has never seen
She said the creation of man was obscene
the angel cried her brethren left her
is the devil wrong?
He was the only one who tried to make her feel better

Why do you feel so self important
you think the world without you will stop turning
why do you do this to yourself
your not perfect
don't so this anymore, no not anymore
       So tell me can you grow up
can you make up
will you say your sorry
or will you give up again
pleas just tell me if this is what you want
you feel so self important
without you everyone's hurting
but not any more no not anymore

the monsters are inside my head but no I will not give in
They visit me every night but I'm not going without  fight
I will not give in to the things that once have been
that means a couple of things
if I cut you out of my life you handed me the scissors
if I leave you and you wonder why
its because you were meant to be a part of my life
but that parts over now
I was meant to be who I am
and for the first time in forever I feel better than ever before
im sorry for the things I've done
and im sorry for the girl I was
but now im feeling better than before
so If I let you go don't take it personally
Im just trying to grow up
and if I let you down im sorry
but in the first time in forever
I feal so much better

I left but I still see tem, yes they have moved on
you still call them your friends but they haven't been that way for long
your gone and everything's changing , but you have not rite to care
their not your friends anymore
but then why do I feel bare?
watch on with a simple smile as they all go on without you
say your good byes' to the life you hade because they live on without you

You thought it would be different that we would go away?
But no the monsters inside your head we are hear to stay
Now your some weir new  you tuck for granted all that you had
you walked away now your hanging your head
what was the point of leaving your still miserable
all that's changed are the new faces you have to lurn to fool!      
            Those people knew who you were all the cuts and bruises to they all knew the same pain even thou you never knew
but now go look weir you are not a signal one can see
if you say one word much more pain they'll be
So the scars they must weight over top of unseen skin your not allowed to talk about what their has been
       so if she ends up taking her life don't look so surprised
in her heart she knew that it was ok...that you could live without her