Twisted, sharp the words pierced, echoing in strange rooms
looking for escape or transformation, and flew from death's lips,
cruel shifting sounds cutting steel traps and cages,
still a wingless bird cannot fly in mad fits and rages,
sits alone devising plans for freedom and does not see,
all the bluest skies lie deep within him

October 23nd our worlds collided,
                       but we could not see the end.
Late nights filled with drunken talks,
                       thoughts never to be spoken sober.
My arms were lonely and abused,
                       yet you brought love upon them.
You had found a broken angel,
                       and turned her into an ill demon as yourself.
Talks of drugs and explorations banned in your worlds,
                       that little innocent girl was soon killed off.
Eventually you grew tired because she was not herself,
                       yet you were the one who had made her into a demon.
She eventually sobered up,
                       from the pain and intoxication and grabbed her wings and flew.
She begged for forgiveness,
                       yet could never revert back.
You grew to miss her,
                       at least that's what you made her believe.
You had changed,
                       you were no longer the demon,
                                              you were the devil.
You tormented her,
                       til her arms became to bleed black.
She could not satisfy your desires,
                       she was a weak slave in your eyes,
                                              unworthy of anything.
Once again,
                      her heart and soul collapsed,
                                              the pain destroyed her.
As did you,
                       mighty lover.
You destroyed her most of all,
                       yet beware;
Just because you created her, does not mean you can control her.
                       She's returning for her revenge.
-l.c.g.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

have you ever just stared
stared at someone you once took for granted.
someone who meant so much to you
but you couldn't see it yet.
and then everything happened
and the past became inevitable.
a dream only
because nothing could ever change.

-l.c.g.

colin kissed hannah instead
and i was nate's second choice
i found out about joe too late
and carson puked on my shoes
wyatt was the first everything
and louis was only a phone call
slade didn't care about my heart
and maklin shouldn't have

you were so much less, so much more
and i know because
it hurts when
i try to write your name.

i kissed a boy
i had no feelings for
because his drugs
made me forget
about the boy who
took all my feelings
with him.