I don't want you to break, in your pastel blue blanket. Fine china in my arms, sniffling softly. Warm mittens, a sleeping cap adorned on your sleeping head. Mouth open, a small little grin , plays off from your lips. Little hairs, across you sweet sweet brow. I press my lips to your tiny nose, Ocean Valor. Like a wave you rose, open soft grey eyes, that yet wait to greet the world.

Tone deaf balloons, perfect.

I craved leaving like the sea begged the shore to come to bed.
I craved not moving a muscle like exhaustion rattled my bones.
For once in my life I was content in the standstill.

I laughed,
Handing him the bottle of *****,
"Here's your liberator"

I wanna marry Robin Hood

What would a blue bird, say to the limp tulip. If the tulip couldn't stand any longer?
Nothing, blue birds DONT speak to weak limp tulips. They do not notice how she bends way to the grounded. Her petals wilting, nature is death & life. Blue birds & tulips. Cycling through the forest.

This house pulls you in and taunts you away
Drowns you with its quickest current
Dunks you into these cigarettes walls
Takes you to war like the soldiers that came before,
Before your small family packed yourself up quietly
Moved in to be shaken up
Spit back out and swallowed up
The tiles dig into your feet, making you run or stand still
The pipes rattle and sing you a war song
The lights flicker or don’t come on at all

Sometimes I like that best
This house isn’t a home, it’s a burial shroud of the grass never being greener on the other ******* side
You will never get out of this tide

The world jeered at her,
"Come down from your tower"
But I'm no princess, I've built a castle in the sky,
Full of my thoughts,
Everything's been empty for a while,
She said boys will want to go to war for you,
I smiled,
And said " peace."

I wonder if you cut me open,
Will you see the rings inside,
Spiraling into age,

She sings softly,
As she walks,
Broadly into the distance,

Today is the greatest day,
I've ever known,

The middle plants are my insides.
She said she likes my writings even when she’s not high.

I've never been fond of the idea, of walls between lovers. Because usually, one of them ends up dead...

I wish clenched jaws would shatter

You built your relationship, on the solid foundation, of thinking he would stay.

Only a face a mother could:
Hate

I read other girls poetry, sounding like whole hearted whispers, I read mine, hard winded sand storms. I'd apologize, but I've fallen in love with my writing half heartedly. Like a *****, or a mechnical robot. Stuck in a time warp, sinking in solitude. Who knows when I'll come back, but I'll write. And that'll be enough. So fall out of love, fall out of hate, but please don't forget what I wrote. Never a legend, always a poet. & that's **** near close...

I hope you're writing something useful.
Wherever you ended up.

and I changed the locks this past May,
always new beginnings,
but I grieve spring,
so much,
to sweep,
Out,
My,
Lungs.

Gasp; Repeat

I'm ugly beautful

Kids, got a hole in their soul, in the shape of their father.
A void not easily healed, or shut up tight like you'd like it to be.
It hurts a lot, but I'll make it through.
Mommy and me, never you.
Ryan, and Luke, and kolby.
I'll never meet you, but at least he told me.
AT LEAST HE TOLD ME OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
NOT OUT OF KINDNESS OR GRACE.
BECAUSE HE PICKED YOU GUYS OVER ME.
ILL HAVE TO BE OKAY WITH THAT MOM SAYS SHE SAYS A LOT OF THINGS BUT I DONT AGREE WITH MOST THINGS AND MOST THINGS WELL, WE NEVER SEE EYE TO EYE BECAUSE MOST THINGS DESTROY ME FROM THE INSIDE OUT I WANTED TO KNOW A FATHERS LOVE NOT JUST ANY FATHER BUT YOU. A kids got a hole in their soul, in the shape of their father. Mines shaped like you.

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway. Our souls were the loudest, but only we could hear, so silent yet so there. I wonder when he stares at me as we laugh if he thinks I'm beautiful, when I smile and stop to greet people, and I can feel his gaze on me. Does he adore me. Or is it the same with every girl, who am I kidding, you're just a boy. I listen to classical music, and it makes me feel alive, but not like when you tell me goodnight.

It's so easy, to remain dead inside, while half the nation fakes a smile.

I puke on pillows, flip them to the good side and get a good nights rest.

You cannot resist her, she's in your bones,
Her lips, the voice in her tones,
They way her breast press against your chest,
Her thighs, train your eyes on her,
They way the muscles flex under the skin,
She radiates ***, love and mystery,
She brings passion to the table,
Never bluffing always able,
You want her you crave her,
She's fire to your iron.
Sharpen yourself

I lick the sores in my mouth, the toxins running out. It feels like it's been ages since I've eaten. Living off long gone love. Sitting in praise and worship, feeling the weight of a God I need. I'll come crashing to my knees. For now I'll sit in my seat. It's not jiving. You make me laugh, with how uncertain you are of yourself. This red carpet beneath my feet, keeps me alive. The ghost of something holy, so tangible. In his arms, ghosts can love...

She packed the grief neatly, stowed away in a suitcase. Every now and then she’d pick it up with just one hand. Look how strong she is.

You are the good before the morning,
The sugar to my tea,
The cuddles in mid afternoon,
When you didn't get a good nights sleep,
You were the skip to my step,
The petal to my rose,
The hope to my future,
My life long companion,
Cut short,
Where's the rope...

I can hear you sun star, Avalanche. Madison get your *** up stairs. I ground my palms into the pavement more assure less allure. Sick inside from all the catastrophic disgusting beads of demons in my throat. Id put my foot down but it'll bleed threw this side walk. Two horns & a pitch fork, you gruesome step dad. I know that when I get home, I'll be dead as dead could be. So I'll drive to the nearest cliff. I hope your proud of me. I understand why it was important to write with number two pencils all my life. And when you go to meet God it should be when you're looking. Nice. God I look like a ****.  Xanax DIDNT shut me down like it shouldve. I can hear your screaming now, out down that wip I'll wipe away my own tears. I'll cover up the marks on my back and neck. And tell you I'm sick. Sick & dying. This tile gravity formality is freaking beautiful. If not just Angels, lord take me home. This musics so loud, I took apart my neighbor with a ***** driver. I lost the nuts & bolts. I wipe eyelids on the steering wheel. So sick to my stomsch

Manila envelopes, pouring out Gods gold into the hands of a child. Where she sprinkles it, the world will never know. But I'll sneeze, and sometimes my face glows.

You're the only boy I know, who puts ect. Between the apologies & goodbyes.

God tear down pariah, minimiliests chopping heads off vantriliquests. Prospering, longing. Lord poor me out, even though my cup is half empty. I never got the chance to walk the path less traveled by. But when I get to heaven, I'll finally explain why I wanted to die. And my a young teen girl, will write the book I never got a chance to. Engines are mouth fulls when there's not fuel in the tank. We'll all float on anyway.

I stood on my plot and watched you pick pocket your crop and paint flowers on concrete bricks to satisfy the ticks that suffocate your membranes.

Today is the emptiest day of my life,
Flesh became words,
Such simple verses,
That didnt mean anything,
To you,
Can I still keep a place in your heart?

God loved, us when he didn't need us. That speaks volumes. Words; to flesh. Tongue depressed, no longer. Because my King hung on that cross, & by His stripes we are healed. Made whole, crafted into beauty, not brutality. We were made, with a conscience capable of good & evil. Feed the wolf thaf leads you. You can't blame a God that loves you, forgives you when you hate him. You can only love someone as much as you love God.

Shirts
Pants
Bras
Underwear

Sand between my toes, won the lotto.
Became empty between the ***** & the lies,
Not technically a fault of mine,
Sublime on the radio,
Nationaly not included,
Broad cast the athem of lost kids on crack,
Addicts don't do addition too much thinking,
I eneded up at a farm,
Walking with you,
2am,
Told my mom I was home hours ago,
I wanted go break the breaks,
Drive into the lake,
I feel no mutual attraction,
It's lacking on my end,
If eternity turned her light out...I might just sleep.

You are so beautiful to me, me.

He shoved snow down my jacket,
Ripped my hair out in the process,
I screamed, laughed and yelled.
But I said it felt good, afterwards.

It was a moon dusted, half framed seedless joke, To think anything other than your arms were home. Tears, more like water stains, the Apple of her own eye. "No one will love you" she whispered, "more than you will love yourself". It doesn't make you selfish, just empty. The bible at her bed side table hasn't been opened in quite a while, cause she's bleeding, bleeding from the inside out, oh she's needing, needing a miricale. Opening that book only brings her to reality, soaking in all the negativity. She's just a girl. This worlds too real, for a little lady made of steal at a young age, but she's still soft, she's still hopeful. Always forgiving, the hand that beat her. Down.Because her skins too thin to withstand, the way your words hammer scars into her wrists. She's fading out, like one of those stars she admires so deeply.

I feel nothing but ash, one time a made a 98 year old **** soldier cry. When I told him about the two lost brothers on two city towers. With rifle snipers ready to take out the enemy. The chamber is loaded with intent to blow the head, off in the dead of night. And as one fell, and the gun fire bled. He realized it was his long lost brother, Pilot. He whispered out regretfully lisply," my brother ". I watched the old war veteran hieve a big sigh, as tears fell from his eyes. Tear ducts washed anew. I glanced at the picture on the right, there stood Pilot & his brother drew...

Poems in pill bottles,
Prescribed to your brothers ex,
Laying in the palm of your hand,
Like an injured bird.

You're the person, who never refills the toilet paper, on every single floor...

I remember the first
Time, I had ever heard the word,
Loath.
6th grade Literture class.
A future started inside me,
One of adventures, & poetry.

I watch Gods creation,
Be torn apart with scalpels,
They call it evolution,
I call it get the hell away from me.

You've got compassion for sick twisted defeated chicks. I like your style.

He erased his love for me,
Swept it up so,
I wouldn’t linger,
Long,
Longing for his embrace,
Only lies left,
Heart unbalanced,
Heart beating,
Barely,
Breathing,
Stop.

Never have I ever, chased ***** with orange juice.

My pink raincoat,
Reminds me of a shield,
From the world,

Fine lace bonnets, im not who loves me.
I'm not ruled or ridiculed, I'll never be tamed or caged. you don't know you don't know
I am cold empty beds, on humid nights.
Relieved through poetry.

Sun so bright, eyes watering only because of the fact that the sun is shining, running down the field full speed, letting your black blazer fly off,
Your muddied blouse forgotten, hair whipping,
But all your doing is smiling, cheering on your flying kite, a rainbow against the sky, it's more hot than windy, the sun beating down on your back, nothing matters, for those few short seconds, it reaches up toward the sky, forgetting the fear at home, I started building a castle in the clouds, it's beautiful I screamed, over the shouts, walking home your head hangs low,
Slowly having to bad memories put back, your rooms a reck, not good enough she screams, the tears start to fall, I wanted to live for the fun of the day, not work, work, work.

I litteraly feel like I make choices, just so my brain can tear me apart. Piece by piece. Until I'm disgusted with the choices I've made. These feelings don't last just a couple nights, they last months, years. Sending me swirling back into self pity. I stop eating, stop smiling, stop listening to music, stop laughing, and stop writing. Till I'm no longer me, just a shallow shell of who I use to be. I find no enjoyment, just distaste for my own life. I'm such a mistake, that all I can do is make more.