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When a girl says she wants to look like me
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
Do you want to look like me?
Well don’t try
I’m sick.
You want my waist?
You really don’t want to know how that tastes
Cause my waist is not made up of a healthy habits and you wouldn’t want to be this disgraced.
You wouldn’t want to be afraid
You wouldn’t want to feel bleak  
You wouldn’t want to feel this weak
There are days when I just can’t handle myself
You wouldn’t want to just stare at your plate
You’ll get addicted if you start
Please don’t do that to you
Cause once she gets to your head
she’ll never want to leave
that’s what she did to me.
Do you want to look like me?
Don’t
don’t look up to me
cause I’m much more than what you get to see.
It’s too light out to be thinking this dark                
The moon gleams in all it’s glory tonight
Even the clouds are awake
The stars blanket around the ideas of who we are
They whispear our success
I’m trapped in a maze I’ve created myself
But the moon will guide me home.
I kissed bottle after bottle
trying to forget how you tasted
next thing I knew
man, I was ******* wasted
What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?

The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.
The mind is a complex thing, all cogs and gears turning and fitting together so perfectly, all to a beat that is created solely by the mind itself. When I look at people I see the cogs in their heads turning and moving so smoothly, seamlessly, all in time. But when I look at myself I see it slip and catch, go in and out of time so easily, when I make a mistake it stutters, and when I say something bad it stops completely, slowly it tries to get back to normal but it never truly rectifies the situation. I see the way that others change beat so easily, jumping from rhythm to rhythm like its natural, but when I try to change tempo I stutter slowly towards the right beat, finally getting close but I'm still am slightly off, slowly I get closer and closer until I land on the right rhythm using all my willpower to stay there and suddenly the topic changes and so does the beat to an unknown and frankly scary place. After half an hour of trying to make conversation my head gives up and nods along to the beat of the crowd lulling in the corner trying to seem average but never completely fitting in.
Originally spoken word
As I lie awake staring at the ceiling
I see the fluorescent light bulb flickering
for how long it will remain bright is uncertain
the cold breeze pans my vision to the curtain
now I see the moon brightly shining
looking back at the tiny fluorescent light, I kept comparing
why can't I see the moon when there is rain
but when skies cry this light bulb is here to remain
then a quick flash kept my ears ringing
I've answered my questions without even knowing
the moon leaves me everyday
but even when I **** it, the tiny fluorescent lightbulb will stay
"As the sun and moon
aligned in the sky,
they illuminated each other's shine.
And the closer to each other they moved,
the brighter they shined,
and the higher the fire
inside of us grew.

As we raced through the days
on that fling,
each footprint we laid
blazed away that piece
of the earth's entire lifetime of beauty
in the brief second it touched our feet,
leaving nothing but ashes beneath us.

Until we had no ground left to stand on
and nowhere left to flee.
And now that we've turned away
from our fire
to face the days that remained
unburned by the flames,
and learn to gaze at them
through sane eyes
one day at a time.

We can look back at our book
with clear sight
and give it the ending
that we never got the chance to write.
And while I know it's too late
to pick up the ripped-up pages,
I will admit,
I still think of our little prince.

And sometimes I go outside
and look up at the sky
and think about what planet
he might've gone back to after he died.
Then I imagine the three of us
living up there as a family
in another lifetime.

But for now, you have your own life,
and I have mine.

And we have to live them
the way we would have
if we could go back to the day
we conceived our child
and were able to see what
our manic eyes were blind to at the time.

When the sun and moon finally came
as close as they could be
and the fire inside us rose
to its highest peak,
it leaped past
the fading ashes of our flesh
to burn our love into eternity,
through our baby.

That eternal flame
that could blaze brighter
than our manic one ever could
on its brightest mania days,
but that would also sustain. "
Eclipse.
This is a piece of a great masterpiece. NOT MINE.
I find so much inspiration in this whole work. This is pure and intense in so many ways, it sets my heart on a fire of burning deep feelings, getting every neuron inside of me inspired.
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