Burn this fabric the weave of the grandest way we wrap our secret selves in and write little patterns that somehow pushes apart from the comfort of speech to break the truth into lie-able bits that everyone can approve of because they are pretty then you will be hollow with the desire to tug on the dangling strings that always itch the nose of conscience to be rid of the ****** the mold you have been force in and you will unravel when it hurts and you will unravel when it is quiet you will become bare just shape just like everything else and when you find peace in your own decimation a single flower will grow behind your lifes eye a memory of when you took root in the self a lense to see your life as you mean to live it
Motionless I sit as the seasons change. Inside behind my workspace I spend hours on end. Until the days dissipate into ashes Like the cigarette that rests in the seam of my fingers. Inhaling I exhaust the fuel that burns my lungs. Charred from my addiction. I sit and I wait for The Clock to hit seven.
Hold your shattered pieces together, Don’t let them go. Don’t leave your mistakes behind; never forget them for they were there for a reason. You must rise after every fall, just like a phoenix. Dust yourself from the sadness and misery you put yourself in, The fiery flames in your eyes should never dim despite the endless salty floods that strike them. The confident smile you form should never relax or vanish. You are strong; you will persist. You are noticed; you shall resist. Leave the ashes of the past behind; learn the lesson and just move on …
once my time has been cut short do not put me in a pretty box and leave me in an eternal sleep. don't mourn the person i used to be. instead, extinguish the fire that was once inside me with more fire. disintegrate every peice of me. scatter my ashes across the four corners of the earth. or drown them. please make sure i won't be able to ever come back.
I'm used to the smell of smoke, I have watched many bridges burning in my past, that's why I never heard when my dreams burn to ashes. all the pages and passion raised by flames carried by wind, I have inhaled my own death.
Black smoke Rises sticking to the walls inside my lungs Coughing back my tears As the ash attacks my throat and spreads across my tongue The cinders crackle flaring up to light the sky devoid of sun As I toss inside, one by one; the letters that you wrote to me when we were young
But we're growing old and as these fires flare up to fight the cold; As they burn up the words these letters hold, I find nothing can erase the lies you told. Because every promise that you sold still hides in every line, In every fold, In every letter inked in gold
And ss the wind picks up and brings the rain And your letters burn till ash remains It hurts me just To say your name But I know my pain can be contained And that peace can Be obtained...
maybe someday I'll give you everything inside of me. maybe someday we'll hold each other and this time - not let go. you inhale the gold dust kept in an urn as you open it to scatter the ashes. like secret stars that aren't allowed to shine. the light has gone out of my life. X