She made you feel like never before,
yet the girl is only a festering soar.
You thought she was the best of the best,
but that was in the dark I guess.

In the daylight you can see her scars,
she's looking for someone to share her prison bars.
Now you feel the vile in your throat.
Maybe you shouldn't have sown those wild oats.

She's every bad decision you've ever made.
Now all of your dreams are fading away.
Don't you dare ask her for some pity.
She's just another soul in this dying city.

Last night seems only just a dream,
but reality hits and you want to scream.
This is not a life for the broken hearted.
This is YOUR life and it just started.

I do not speak of years to come,
I rarely speak of days.
I do not know
What tomorrow holds,
But let it come,
Come what may.

And should it hide
It's weary head,
And if, my friend,
My years should end,
My secrets are yours to hide,
When I am dead.

in the night she rides
weaving back and forth between clouds;
clutching on to daydreams
while bouncing from star to star.

the galaxy is where she's born,
in a soft layer between what's real,
and what's not;
in a place where magic seems to fit-
and the questions of logic,
do not.

in the sweep of the night she rides,
protesting gravity-
holding on to air
while flying faster than light;
she's a believer in all things right,
she's a warrior of the night,
holding on to daydreams
in the sweep of the night.

I manipulated hearts today-
Without guilt I was in control
and it felt good.

With my own hands
I cut them,
With my own hands
I felt them,
With my own imagination
I twisted them until they fit just right.
Just like placing stars in
the magic of the night.

I cut out paper hearts today,
Twenty four of them.
It all seemed perfect,
One heart for every hour-
In a day,
That we're apart.

I moved them,
The hearts,
And shaped them-
And spread them apart,
Like time zones between here,
And Australia.

If only there wasn't a time zone bewteen us,
If only there wasn't your destiny and mine-
If somehow these hearts could beat together;
The rhythm to a love song-
But they cannot...

They're paper thin
hoping to win,
The hands of someone
to hold them.

Digital Diary

Poetry

The best part?

It doesn't                              Need
                        To  make
                                                                                                                                       Sense.


                                                                                               See me slice my veins
                                                                Watch me as I fall
                                                                                               You'll never really know me
                                                                At all.


Does that bother you?
Hope so.

                                                       Up
                                         Left                  Right
                                                    Down

Twisting
         Turning
                  All
             Around
          Yet
      You
   Don't
Know
      My
             Name.

Crawl away,
I walked in strong.
Then,
With arms
Around my helpless body,
You killed me.
Cut me open
With a trail of
Tainted kisses
Down to the places
I asked you nicely
Not to touch
I guess
You dont speak
Kindness.