She was an enigma.
A hurricane of chipped nail polish
and crooked smiles
She loved her clothes, her fashion
her mindless things
And the remaining space in this empty head
Was taken up by books
By intelligence, and a penchant for poetry.
Her pen spoke beauty.
She could blend into any crowd
and stand out in any picture.
But darling, you always were an actress.
A song of myself.
i touched something....
it was bethnal green and i thought it was a mermaid
it bit me!
so i went back to normal girls.
but they bite harder.
at first it's fun; things are removed.........
then you realize there's nothing left
you can't move. or speak.
you're just 2 eyeballs - watching the party go on.
Jail cell walls made of messages in bottles sent to people who would never see the words therein
Love has always felt like a prison sentence
the rules of war are not unlike those of love -
make the punishment 10 times worse than the crime.
i waited outside the store
and wasn't sure if i should fall into the concrete
or fly away
would either have mattered?
take the hollow days
and take the joyous days
and crush them into one, please.
or crush them into oblivion.
i don't care.
crush until the poems bleed into letters
and the feelings bleed into songs.
for i am lost.
and you are crushed.
we cannot have both.
the world will spin backwards
its axis reminding us of who we were.
the stars will jump down
in my face
to punish me for not fulfilling what i could have been.
we are lack of return-on-investments.
we are nothing
shall we break free down from the sea?
Shall we break what was once was me?
shall we silence the wind?
shall we end all that is to be?
swallow me now or swallow me whole
The question is,
Will I begin or will I cease?
it was January 1st,
it was August 1st.
the coldest of days,
and the hottest.
I put my life on hold,
so you could have little trinkets of victory,
and failed to collect any of my own.
I took a 5 month respite.
you couldn't even be there when I woke up.
you got your trophy.
the plan will fall inwards.
i still get my way every day.
you just don't see it,
but you will.
i were as brave as the rain
they are not afraid to
when there is no one there to catch them...
they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)