the breeze of our whispers linger with me always
keeping me warm, keeping me quiet for who else would I want to talk to? while our night was a fleeting eternity the prayer of our goodbyes still coos softly providing comfort to the small of my back which has been freezing since your hand left it
a genuine work in progress!
The last time you knew me,
I was not as fond of substances. when you decided not to know me anymore, the downwards spiral began- allow me to reintroduce myself: Hello, my name is unimportant, and my brain is buzzing.
thats all there is
A brokenhearted boy dangles his legs over the edge of his pain-soaked bed
Pulse slowing as angered rain thunders down below him Acid sadness erodes his calm devotion An absent hearted boy pens his name as Hopeless Swallows’ days in minor doses His river ******, and doomed to meet no ocean A weary hearted boy seeks to make amends Trades his soul to suffer silence from a friend The sun for him, hides itself just around the bend A truehearted boy never minds the hole inside his chest He writes his story in the flesh Chords of open wounds he plays his music through
Every scar shares its story. A timeline of change reminding us we are still alive.
Always be that beautiful butterfly ,which is hard to catch.. For boys, And always be that bad boy, with a good heart...
No matter how many times I'm called beautiful
or pretty, of gorgeous, or any other comment, I will always cry when I hear the name You try to call me adoringly... It is dead. I bury it here In the words. I write its tombstone.
You're my beautiful daughter. I know you're only lying. You'll never, ever be a boy No matter how long you keep trying. Give up on transitioning. Your mind has been poisoned. The media has consumed you- All the lies eating their way in. Finally, you are my precious baby girl. You're very smart, and you know that. Don't think you're a boy- you're not. You should put on your smiling mask Until you're not sick anymore, -Your loving mother
I want to leave this house... It hurts to look at myself.
Highways Drunk Nights Fast Cars Seventeen Midnight Alcohol Lust Love Mixed Feelings Awkward **** I'm In Love...
The field was all he'd known
admiring the flowers the butterflies the snakes they poisoned the field the snakes. The river is all he knows Listening to the hum of the river's flow the trash it polluted the river the trash. The field is all he needs longing for the rich harvest Of knowledge the snakes do not scare him the snakes. The river is the one in pain the fish mourn their home is dying the river it must be cleansed my river.
The boy of the field and river.