firm hand shakes
with faded tattoos
and melting smiles.

So here it is;
you've got to come up with millions of different formations or twenty-six letters, creating and infinite amount of creative and descriptive words that will pour out your soul, hopes, and dreams, and if these combinations sparkle in their tired eyes then the gates will open wide and the future is yours to play with between your skinny paint covered fingers.

lets not waste our time
pretending to be in love,
when words have yet to be written
and I haven't heard from you today.

**** me

for crumbling lies

for falling for you

for saying sorry

and my
un-ability
to accept.

we are the people our parents warned us about
in all the bedtimes stories & fairytales
we are the ones who judge a book by it's cover
& not its content
we are the ones that distort the reflection in the mirror
we are the ones who stopped checking for the monsters underneath our beds when we realized they were inside of us all along
we are the one called

society
a.c.

In the land near death I sit.
The death that comes of sleep.
With heavy head and sodden heart.
In a flush of wash away.
Today
Long day.
Dark night.
Head tumbles.
Pennies almost weigh my eyes.
Keep them locked tight shut.
As I bid your world goodnight.
Livvi Kent 09/10/2013

"She was a little bird
Seemingly free from her cage
Of pain and mutilation."*

But they held her down,
Trapping her in her past.
They plucked her feathers out
One by one and bit by bit,
Until her wings were
Sorry excuses
And ****** stumps.
They reached her hands down her throat
And pulled out her voice:
The one she used to sing
Her sorrowful songs
And happy chirps with.
They took apart her torso
To reveal a beating ****** heart,
And they tore it to shreds
Leaving only icicles in place
Where it hurt to feel.
They reached to her face
And pulled out her longing eyes
Once big and beautiful
And left small black marbles in their place,
Allowing her to only see the beautiful world
As a monotonous void of has-beens.
They cut off her legs
The ones she used to dance and to run
And left behind twigs
Which left her unstable and wobbly;
Incapable and useless like a newborn without purpose.
They extracted her brain from her skull
Pulling out thoughts and dreams and imagination,
Forcing in demons and terrors
To keep her company during her lonely nights.

But then,
They tried to cut off her soul.
And they wrestled and fought,
They ****** and twisted,
But nothing budged.
It was as if
It was never there in the first place.
What they never knew
Was that a soul,
Being merely an embodiment of this little bird,
Contained barely a whisper of a being
Yet,
Was able to make or break the very core
Of one who could no longer feel.

Little did they know
As they tore her apart limb from limb
And took away everything she had ever known,
The very light which gave breath to her
Stopped
Shining
And left her.

Just like everybody else.

But who else will have peace in their palm
When they lay it across
My ribs
At night.

Who else
As they slumber beneath
A blanket of freckles and
Dreaming eyelids,
Will whisper into the dark air
With a gentle cadence of breaths
The particular softness that cradles my heart
And lets me

Close my aching eyes

And rest.

Red eyes from red flames
smoking a blunt
cause you don't miss me that much
not enough

pages passing permanently marking days
I barely got to breathe in
much less read through
the mirror is see through
but I'm not looking back at you

you are me
I am you
I will always be with you

***** ghosts pent up in your van
that I drive now
ever since you left to tour the country
they whisper lonely, beg for cleansing

I make up melodies of nostalgia
that bleed down the neck
of my heart strings
Spanish guitar strumming:
forget about us
there isn't proof anymore
just a sting
from all the unheard calls that you ring

The moon is our only guide now for relation
sitting on this pavement staring at the constellations that shine:
you are me
I am you
I will always be with you

Father figures through out my life
they fall to pieces for my mother,
only to get swept out by her broom
when the floor the family is depending on
gets too filthy to dwell in.
Blame this on the fact that Pisces
is in Saturn in my birth chart.
It was never in the cards
for me to have a father.
I no longer have to play the role of a daughter.
My age has outgrown that possibility,
my mother could never keep a man
in the house for too long,
on the surface she is strong
but my mother makes us sleep
in her bed for a reason.
I came from a male chromosome
that came from a body
that has yet to perish
but dead to my existence.
I don't mind this,
except nights when I'm pure tragic
madness, and he pulls up in front
of my house while I'm drinking wine
and puffing chemicals.
Hello, you made me
but we don't speak.
Strange sadness but mammals don't
need parents to fend for them once one hits
a certain degree of awareness.
But I thank him anyways for giving me life.