tell me baby
your second favorite poem
made by me

yes, not the first
but the second
for the first is

yours to keep
yours to feel
yours to believe

only


e.c

one night
many moons ago
I laid face down in the middle
of the street
spilling secrets to the concrete
and hoped
the stars would listen
your name poured
out of my mouth
like I was drawing a bath tub
full of doubt
and never stopping
to pull the plug
I'd let the water spill
over the edge and flood
the bathroom floor
forming a hurricane of
memories
where I swore
you loved me
more

Statistics say
I am smarter than 95% of the people I meet
People say
Intelligence is overrated
Statistics say
I was born into a better situation than 98% of the people I meet
People say
It's not where you start it's where you finish
Statistics say
I will live longer than 94% of the people I meet
People say
Life is fragile
Statistics say
I won't fail
People say
I might

it's hard to find the words
selfish little me
practice with your heart
maybe then you'll see

wrap yourself within
greedy heart of gold
insert the sturdy mold
do you feel me here again

heavy sinking charm
can you do no harm
swim across the sea
through every blade of grass

snow kissed and fresh
the earth is still tonight
breathe it all in
and let it begin again.

I met a girl who chased paradise 
Whilst I chased the sun
She stood firm for prayer
Whilst I sat laid back 

Lord she was steadfast
And strong 
Determined and right
She was guided by the light

And I got distracted by the night 
So there I stood a sinner 
Oblivious of one more sin 
And there she was happy 

Content and thankful
So I pray to be like her 
And that she gets rewarded for being faithful
Whilst I committed to fault after fault

She came to you before the casket closed 
We will all come back to you when our eyes won't open

Why does death seem like a solution when it's really not.
It's as though it can fix every problem you got.
I think it would be easy; quick as 1,2,3.
But then what? Who would be the one that finds my dead body?
No one should have to find their daughter or sister dead.
Just laying so still, single shot to the head.
All the life drained a long time ago.
She wasn't even the same little girl that everyone used to know.
But if i leave this world behind, there will be a star that will shine.
And when you all look up at the sky, there will be that star urging you to live your life.

I told you
You would get sick of me
You would say that I
"Need help"
When really all I need
Is you to talk to me and make sure
I get to tomorrow

But no
My depression has now
Crawled to the surface
And can be seen
By everyone who dares to
Look

And now
You look at me
Like I'm a monster
Like I want to be this way
Like I meant to hurt you
I never wanted this
I promise I didn't

I promise
I promise
I promise

Please stay

Please
Please
Please

-e.w.

16 years
16 years I've been breathing
Or, for the past few,
Trying my best to breathe

I cling to the blade
That for the past few years
Has been my only friend

I would've liked nothing more
Than to not make it
To my
"Sweet 16"

I don't want to be here
I don't think I ever have

There's nothing left for me
Can't I go home?

-e.w.

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..