The dark is suffocating,it is pressing down on me and as I reach over to the side of my bed all my fingers meet are stripped sheetsand old blankets.

Yet when the morning light pulls in as though it knows I will need comfort from the impending disappointment,I reach over again calling out to a haven,my haven that I hope will be there in dark brown hair and hooded eyes..I find emptyness and fall back asleep

I wake at noon..my legs all tired and begging to be carried,yet I know the only one who would wish to take this ebony skin is far across saving galaxies and aliens that will never understand.

As the shower touches my body,images flash before my eyes my eyes that have grown used to being tired but still cry at the depravation.The images linger as the water dances across my scars and my back and it does not feel like liquid over my body it feels like you

If the noose was around my neck and not his
If the blade was in my hands and hers
If the pills where down my throat and not theirs
My face would still not be on the news
My name would still not be sung
My memory would be wiped off like last Octobers dust

I dreamt of a dream
Where I was happy in happiness
Where I was sad in sorrow
And anger in rage


I dreamt of a dream
Where I was paradise to heaven
Where I was lucid to water
And flames to fire

I dreamt of a dream
Where I was a dreamer of illusions
Where I was the harmony of peace

I'm writing letters on my body
All the things that I can't say
So when you find my body
You can finally get my way

Those words will be all the twilight has left
As the sun and the moon kiss the edge

I'm writing letters on my body
To tell and untold story
So when you see all those A's and O's
Please think of me when it snows

Those words will be all the ground has left
As the dirt covers up the message

I'm writing letters on my body
To draw you a map to rescue someone else

I sat alone
I ate alone
I walked alone
I existed alone

Yet now you stand here waiting for us to

Seat together
Eat together
Walk together
Exist as one

I stay awake through the night
Chipping at my nails
The blood around reminds me to ask
"Why do you love me?"
The half moon lingering on my skin yet not masking the scars and marks

What is worse than someone with nothing to lose?
Someone with everything to fight for

The signs are there
My poetry is declining
And so am I

You climbed unto my heart and sat on that throne,like all was yours and I too would suffer that faith.

You were right, though I fought and struggled soon your blue eyes a crushed me like the tempting sky

Your pink lips wrapped mine in a rose scented haze and my resolve was over.

It died as quiclly as it spruted and a lingering dissapointment hovers on my chest.

I had been weak and I had let that one gaze of nothing but infatuation both entise me and crush my dreams of ever healing

I do not still love you and if I do then maybe hell is right next foor

When things are too beautiful your jaw doesn't drop but the very fingertip of beauty scratches gently against your soul and leaves a dent big enough to remember not one night but over thirty.

I count you as one of those beautys,though I struggle beneath your sand filled gaze I am pinned by the realization I shall remember you.Not for one night but for thirty

And as morning arrives,the sun gently caressing your already profound beauty,my wobbly legs go askew as I take in the sight before me.
Stars would die if they touched you,not because you were a destructive minx,no because your power to change and influence would be so great they would radiate too brightly and burst

The moon would have to stray away from you for fear of suffering the same short lived existence,my dear I hope you now realise why you are alone,because people can not handle so much beauty in one fragile body that they need to push it away,push it away before it shows them all the corrupt blood threatening to stain their perfect canvas of deceit. But know my love to me I will never run for you are all that matters

A girl that cried wolf
While her blood was the acid eating away at her soul
The acid that turned her as cold as the snow under carriages and covering leaves

I am a little village surrounded by trees that ignore me
Surrounded by cities with bright lights and woundrous tales
I am a little village surrounded by the lush spring flowers that tempt the winds with their scents.Telling them to carry them off into a forgotten land where they can share pieces of each other undisturbed
I am a little village,yes a little forgotten village with a tiny population I can count on my fingers and barely enough to feed my tattered soul
Yet I am a little village that sings the loudest at night

You were the death of the old me and the beginning of who I now am

They're intimately ****** symbols of love that are easy to display and leave a lasting emotional impact.

I feel like a ghost town
so empty
torn down doors and rancid smells
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
creaking hinges and naked trees
strange roads and strange noises
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
not a single open shop
no visitors
where could they be?

They all ask me if I want to die
How can a dead plant die again?,unless its torched in that case set my body alight.Watch it burn and fade as the smoke melds with the tortured clouds.As my remenants become bad omens to the once blue skies.
Listen to the sizzle of burning skin,as the tears you are forcing come out in inadequate drops.
But no,I am not dead.Not physically but oh how I corrode inside,waiting for the day when all can smell the decay.
I wait for arms to evelop me,if not yours then his or hers.Greedy eyes,I wait for them to drink me but how I am left to wait is a sin on its own.
I wait however,still waiting as my arm burns itself with its own sorrow,I wait and it seems like forever until maybe the moon will be full enough for me to see my reflection and call upon the other lost souls of the world.

Pain is immortal
not I

What is the point when even cold breezes avoid you?,passing your stale body to nibble at the curves behind you.When hunger fills your belly and death fills your eyes.
On summer days you still shiver because the ice within you is so cold

I die inside everyday but no one sees,but all honesty there is no one to see.I walk the streets alone and dance on the raging sea,when the night is still young and i see the purple left by the sun.Blood and tears mix and fall upon the canvas of my skin,broken.memories replaying in my head.My heart.knocks against my hollow chest,begging me to feed it with the love it knows exists.I thud against my chest,silencing my frightened heart,giving it smoke of relentless pain instead to quench its thirst.Then my limbs ask for attention too,begging to be coaxed awake for once and not left to die like autumn leaves,I silence them too.Finally my eyes ponder at the sight they see,black and white,what happened to the purple the sun left they ask.I silence them as well and they sleep for eternity

Does death inspire you?
His preciseness?
His skill?
His unpredictability

The way he may come in winter
but then leave us be till summer?

Does death inspire you?
with his cool demeanour
and shaded eyes
the way he never gets up
and just keeps going

Does death inspire you
to live and be you?

I wish winds could die with just a kiss from my lips
oh how famous I would be
I wish the sun would dim at my gaze
oh how famous I would be
I wish snow would melt at my breath
oh how famous I would be
I wish the flowers would bloom with my touch
oh how famous I would be
Oh how famous and how experimented I would be

My lips are too dry,to accompany the truth
My eyes are to tired so the lies take root
My heart is too lazy to realize its pain
My brain is too distorted to see its insane
My feet are too weak to even move
My ears are too fragile to hear the grove
My body is...
shutting down
to welcome the **ground

As those arms wrap around my waist
and I see.nebulars and galaxies
I feel complete
and nothing can compare to the astronomically ruckus of.joy erupting from my belly
I feel like universies are born from my fingertips
and possibiliteis are born from my lips
I feel like I AM life
all that is..

Till I father you,
Just let those nights abuse you
Just let those winds cut you

Till I father you,
Just let those wounds hang up to dry
Just break your heart and silently die

Till I father you,
Just let those men abuse you
Just let those women belittle you

Till I father you,
Just know when I break your wings it is for your own good
Just know when my screams tear at your flesh it is for your own good

Till I fatther you,
Just know I am never here to listen
Just know you were forced upon me

I rather bleed on to paper
And have people know I was here
Than bleed onto cold pavements
And have it washed by the rain

Being with me is like following a moth
when you could be chasing butterflies

My heart is broken beyond repair
I dont want anyone to come near
I still am afriad I still have fear
becausr you were what I held dear

I wonder if I said I need someone how many will come
I wonder if I said I need to talk how many will listen
I wonder if I said I need to cry how many will care
I wonder if I said I need to die how many will try to stop me

Society tries to make you feel like plain white
Among rainbow bright

You were born as nothing
Yet you lived as everything
And died as something

During the day,it is covered by the facade of crazy people on full streets.
People who would gently snap your neck if you too do not beat to their hostile drums.
People who are dying in their skins but still plaster that red lipstick and wear those ripped jeans.
People who crave festivals and cry out to favourite songs.
People who want to be saved,but don't know why.

Then at night,it begins to break free from its shell,lights come on and brighten the blurred scene making it look like a one of a kind painting that has swallowed light.
The people are replaced by stars,but you still see the headlights of some sleepless people,chanting as they carry on with their dreary chores.
The breeze the only authenticity melding with the mist as dawn slowly begins to break away from dusk.
And then,it is awake again.

Notice how the voice that tells you you're beautiful
Is nothing but a little whisper

But the voice that explains all your flaws
Is the one that can be heard above a storm,
Above the sound of heavy machinery,
Above the sound of your heart

I wish my misery would melt like strawberry drops
my memories blurring in the distance
I wish my worries would die off like flies
my negativity peeling of the surface

Until then,
I just wish to stay alive
my heart still beating

Mirrors
reflecting
reflecting what?
my poor excuse for a face?
for a soul?
for a life?

My heart is paralyzed and cannot move towards love

I wish i wasnt so blind
I wish i wasnt so kind
I wish i saw from the beginning
what you would do to me

I'm on the road to destruction
And its a yellow brick road

A drink?
Or an attack?
Make up your mind!

I told you i didnt like being vulnerable
and you said no one does
and perhaps that is true
because no one likes exposing their wounds to someone
without knowing if they would pour salt in or not
and instead wash the wounds and bandage them

However much you washed my wounds tho
My head still tells me you WANT to pour salt in them and when i think like that...

I end up wishing i never met you

I cut
I slice
I tear
I open
I split
I divide
I crack
I break
I destroy every part of me eachday for you

I smile
I lie
I laugh
I giggle with every part of me eachday for you

When I realized my tears were poison..
I cried
And when i realized I had a scratching problem
I created wounds
And when my poison met my wounds
well you can imagine what happened..

Feeding off air
Living off nothing

Full on lies
Empty on love

The dark.
It came from no where
The dark
It swallowed me
My last bit of strength pulled from my heart

When you are heartbroken the whole world turns gray

And all you needed is someone to show you the rainbow again

Upon my hands I hold fear
It isn't something I hold dear

It frightens me in reality
It hunts my dreams

It tells me
"Nothing is as it seems"

Upon day break it speaks softly
But at night it is loud

Gathering in my head a large un silent crowd

It whispers about demons
It whispers about legions

About how they will choke me in my sleep
If I was to dare fall to deep

So I stay awake
As he tortures me overnight
He is my enemy and his name is fright

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Fevers of a summers day
It holds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Frost of a winters day
With colds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
The emotion like an autumn day
With death around

Wandering but not lost is my hearts
As spring brings new life
Not a blooming sound

"Thy tongue lovest the taste?"

"I don't know,no one ever gave me stars to taste"

"Sad is that.I hope it wasn't too late"

"I tasted frogs
I tasted darkness
Even lately
a little madness
I tasted sorrow
I tasted greed
But no one has given me stars till tomorrow"

You called upon me
Oh how sweet your voice be
You told me"stay here"
And I did,I grabbed a seat

The moon waved as my legs dangled off the edge of heaven
And I waved back,knowing it was probably nearly eleven

I looked to the stars taking in their bath of black milk
The clouds passing on them,almost as silk.

He came back hands behind his back

"Close your eyes my love even though its dark"

And so I did
Still curious as to what he hid

My mouth opened and a million universes  caressed my tongue

I was in ecstacy but I knew not for how long

The sun and the moon made home in my throat

And I could feel their roots as they took growth

I was surrounded by heaven my eyes turning golden

"What is this"I said,bringing my eyes apart.

"What you are tasting are a million stars"

Abandoning someone you love
Is like breaking a mug
Only to realize moments later,it was your favourite.