I fall for anyone with depth, because All i do is stay tripping.

Lioness, at bay, lapping up your waters.
Every single day.
Finding comfort in your claws, your teeth,
She kisses your jaw,
Falling in love with those ember eyes,
Running & touching & rolling,
Through the maze of weeds,
Stand down wind,
Violent breeze,
Find solitude in the fur,
The tendons in her legs,
They ache for you,
As you run run run,
Catch up with your mate,
But he doesn't want to play...calm down love.

Tattoo back the words of your mouth,
Into your vibrant eyes,
It's true,
Distance does make the heart grow fonder...
Or forgetful,
But I can't forget you,
You carved our destinys into an oak tree,
That's not yet to be knocked down,
Maybe A storm will come,
Tear it's branches away,
Leave it bare & naked,
Out in the open,
Like my love for you,
Me,
I stay quiet,
Though perhaps the violent storm is inside,
That'll come and sweep everyrhing away,
Like the breath of Gods nostrils,
Although I am no God,
The gospel retrieved all the good in me,
Stored it up,
For all to see,
How much you inspire.

All the dead people, are always the life of the party.

I'll be a catipillar my whole life, I'm not strong enough to climb that huge tree, or go out on the limb. You are what you are & I am what I am.
I'll sit in the grass, & chew on a leaf. Admire your wings, longing to be as beautiful. As the butterflys in the spring...

There's nothing glamorous about the way I tear myself apart.

I'll marry this piece of land, build a glass house way up in the sky. Let the Rays fly through the roof, straight to you. I'll never hurt you, cut you down to size. Let you wrap around my glass walls, never getting inside. Keep everything on stilts, your leathery weathery fingers will never reach mine. & I'm sorry for that.

He folded my pupils into his compute dialectic eyes. This smoke filled haze, I dug through the filing cabinet to find my iris. Only came up with a few paper clips, & leadless pencils. He hole punched our memories & wrote down the dates across the calendar in red lettered pens, fine script. Of a teacher, who taught me how to love. Stapled my heart to the front page of the packet. I forgot to study.

Why do your words feel like slaps on my wrists, hands and fingertips.

Nothing makes you feel more fancier, more romancier. Than new underwear, & fine lace covering your *******. Underdressed, I've never heard of such a thing...

I mistook, your understanding of aestheticly correctly placed words. For passion. When you were just a **** boy in the making.

Slowly sinking thinking over bearing this heartached contraption masking every detail of pain he said I hope your heart rots I just kept on swinging bringing back memories of me and you long talks and lyrics were the glue between us two were not kids though no not anymore i like the ocean it's beautiful but violent like me he use to say that too but that ship has sailed I think I sunk it floating to the bottom of the sea this house of short phrases and empty promises use to be a home for you and me but you forgot what friendship was in the midst of intimacy being edgy ***** red carpet bleeds honesty so bold it can't hold any other color than its own I stared at it for a while your mom turned and screamed I haven't seen you in a while I thought she was talking about you but I think she meant me although no one knows you anymore she pulled me into her arms like I was leaving God I wish id left Right isn't anything you ever comprehended you tried to mend my broken soul by pulling it a part and patching it up with the bad in you it's funny though I still see your eyes and I still lose my breath my world stops but yours ended im still in love with you you won't fade away I promise at least not from my mind

It's that gut wrenching feeling,
Knowing where that blade is,
Three quarter inches from the base,
Of the inside of a closest,
That held so many secrets,
Because my friends cut off their ears,
So they never had to listen,
Listen to the nothingness,
The nothing of my life,
Cause that's where I'm headed,
To the base board three quater inches up,
I'll build a home and live there,
In my scarlet silken sheets,
Make love to bandages and salve,
Share lunch with long sleeve tees,
And cups of disgusting tea with pants,
You did this to yourself,
Your own personal hell,
Addicted to the addict of your own self,
I want to be reborn.

Breezes wave like cold girls.
Where is the stormy shark?
Hell, courage!
Why does the sailor endure?

Date a girl who doesn't need you,
           Let her take you higher,
Fall into her depths,
                                  Or the emptiness,
        You'll know if it's real or not,
            She smells of daisys,
  

She'll drive you crazy,
Her words F
                       L                   T
                                O   A             I    N
                                                                    G

Through your brain,
Like drift wood in the ocean,
You'll love her,
Like Aphrodite,
Diamonds in her eyes,
Silk for skin,
An angel in disguise.

If I lie in the bathroom half awake, the blood draining from my veins. Me & Mr Lucifer felt so much despair, he sat beside me and braided my hair. Wrote poems on the wall, I wish it was in you to be more caring. I have the boxes of seeds, I'll plant them in the tiles. Capturing sun flowers & daisy a in my garden of hate. I fall asleep to the sound of flushing toilets.

Sun drops and ciggerate kisses,
Hot pavement buildings,
Side walk cracks,
Flower stems,
Fish kisses,
Fall for me

Adieu cher ami, vous allez nous manquer .

You keep his last name, a trophy.
Like he'll notice the five letters behind your first name. It doesn't make a difference, he was born without a conscience.  I wish I could seperate the 24 genes that make up half my body, keep them. Keep your last name. Keep your life, I was always too much of a responsibility. Your excuses like a water fall.

the insults erode the load bearing walls,
the cutting floods the basement that kept all your memories safe,
concrete floors and gray textiled bathroom displays are your favorite after dinner snack,
toilet bowls over flows with the words, fat girl.

I played tonight,
Till my finger tips bled,
More than blood,
Memories,
More than tears,
I miss you.
This ol' guitar is my last keepsake,
Worn thin strap,
Unraveled,
But I'll never take it off,
I can still smell the music shop,
On the hot July day,
He was hanging by his neck on the top left,
You bought him for me,
And we took him home,
And you taught me,
So many more things other than just a song on guitar,
I miss my bestfriend

Real men don't break hearts, they break your head board*

Sweet blasphemy

And as you watch, the chest rise & fall. You feel nothing but gentle breathing. Cold stares, remind you. Of the tacticless way you eat & puke. Not changing a thing, not determined enough to work out or keep the eating clean. I know why no one loves me, i must be hard to love. One giant big ball of flub. Tell one more big girl joke, just cause.

It hurts like hell, but I'll just a take another trip, dip & dive into someone else's liquid mind. Find friends among the beaten flowers, in an abandoned window sill. Look forever among the common grounds, the commotion of motion beyond all life forms. **** me, & find peace within yourself. A life for a life.

When I reach out, you’re not there. A figment of my imagination. A feeling beyond compare. But I will, I’ll compare you to everyone and anything that makes me feel something, but not enough.

We died as I passed him the cancer stick, he glanced past his seat to my hand where i held it. Carassed between my fingers. He looked death straight on before we even knew we were dying.

Death makes you a ******. Death makes you a little girl too scared to cry. Death wakes you up.

Cry until your head aches worse than your freaking heart aches, that's my mantra.

Hospital haze,
sick previously for a couple days,
6am bed ridden,
Ma'am you're dying,
Apostrophe re,
The pain in your chest,
Sinking feeling in your stomach,
It's not in your head, not in your head.

When did **** become irrelevant?

It's 64 in cross roads, real feel 68.

A king size bed is like a pillow to you,
My favorite beast,
My bestfriend,

What puts me to sleep is the sound of a DVD player I never remember to turn off.

Cause it works

I stick to myself, wet sand on soft shores. Beaten back out into the waves, my wrist pulsing quietly. Put me to sleep sweet sand dollar, you've gone away for too long.

I wore the words A M E N on my wrist,
Like a bracelet tattooed, permanent.

She said, I don't know you from Adam. And that's when I knew he was cheating.

Be honest, is this what you wanted, your skin is still under my finger-tipped reach, my lips find your neck, like an over ripened peach, you taste so sweet. The canyons between each muscled tendon across your abdomen, know my tongue, every part of your body, wander lust.

I would soon give my very soul to an animal, before I ever once considered handing it over to a human. Wild beasts are more loving than humans. They have a compassion and strength more thunderous then a human heart could with stand. They trust us and protect us, when they have every right to tear us limb from limb. So I sit, and I watch. And I pray, to learn from them.

And God, I'm back to being nothing more than the games kids play on the back of cheap cereal boxes. Incase you were wondering, I gave up.

I wanna kiss you, & her & her & the freaky one.

Theres beauty,
In driving down the road,
With your ex bestfriend crying in the passenger seat,  she's so vulnerable, like a wild animal,
In captivity, captivated by her moms cruelty,
I'll tell her I love her, but I keep my eyes on the road, I admire how gorgeous she is,
Even though it's pitch black,
We're headed to closed stores,
But we've got nothing else to do,
Drive around this wastland,
Get a drink or two,
Poetry is so easy,
Life is so hard,
I guess that's why I packed up and moved here.

her mane built out of fire

Please take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them. Gathered them from the gallows where my heart use to hang. I can't find forgiveness here, the warm wet tears gallop down my cheeks. The word "unloved"radiate to my core, you'll never be good enough. Your presence is a chore. Make up to cover up the ugliness you didn't know was there, until mentioned at the diner table. I've always been a stuburn girl, so I raised my head and snuffed. I am beautiful, I am. I could feel her smirk, from a mile away. Like a curse creeping in. The words spoke a hurricane into my soul. "Stand infront of a mirror undressed and tell me what's beautiful, I can assure you there's nothing". Hoodies & leggings, cover up all the mistakes, now im begging. Take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them...

Age cried out with longing, as her young adult years; bled from her throat. Into a trash can.  Labeled wasted youth. Barely keeping her eyes open, she takes another swig. Blue moon juices coursing down her neck. Clawing it's way out through liquid fire. No one to hold her, on a Tuesday morning. It has nothing to do with the past, as long as she can't remember it. Stay sober kid, you won't regret it.

He SCREAMED, " I want to be more than a clanging cymbal." I cut your front yard, but the birds ate out my eyes, so I can't tell if it looks good or not.

Dry ice, untiringly erratic, ghetto girls,
Claim they'll "cut you" next time they see you,
Please do.

In
The
**mood

You were just something I needed to get off my chest...

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