I'm stuck in the ground, I can't seem to make a sound.
Stuck beneath the sidewalk, still I hear each footstep.
Can you hear the pounding? seeping though the cracks I've made.
You draw on the cement above me with vibrant chalk,
Might just miss me if your pretty eyes misstep.
My mind can't manage while I'm suffocating,
Though this hopeless crusade. To get you to look down,
Because I'm still stuck in the ground.
you say it’s all a secret
but I’m not quite sure what you mean
the voices whispering in the back
know what you’ve been hiding
you try to play it off cool
but they can see right through you
your mask, your facade, is cracking
and slowly your secrets drip out
you say it’s all a secret
but that term is relative
you know, I know,
and the voices in the back
never stay hushed for long
anxiety held in
it hurts but
it moves like t.v. static
crackling like wood in fire
crawling like larvae
breathe in and out
making the mind clear and empty
but the cracking of my jaw
echoes in the quiet room
is your classroom ever just super quiet? but you have tmj tension (extreme version), so...
Diamond shaped hearts
cracking into two
forming elegant earings
for you to wear
once the reaper comes
and invites you down.
Just like beauty hurts,
so does love.
i swallow hard and the act breaks me in two, a deafening crack and the crease on my neck gives way like grandma's Russian doll i thought would never open again
With every step I take
I hear the crack of my bones;
They're fragile now.
How many times has it been?
Picking up the pieces of myself,
each jagged bone more complicated than the last.
I wonder how long this charade can go on
When will i finally turn to ash?
ice cubes crack once you pour a liquid over the top of them
hear them crack if you are not too distracted by the sound of yourself cracking instead
maybe when you are pouring your favorite soda over ice straight out of the freezer you will hear it crack
but maybe when you are pouring your favorite alcohol or just any alcohol, probably not even the good stuff, because you finished that off last night and you haven't been going to work
you haven't been leaving your bed
you don't even remember what it feels like to leave your bed
so maybe you stopped hearing the cracking in the ice when you're pouring the only alcoholic, soul numbing, beverage you have left into a ***** glass because the dishes have been piling up for weeks and the only thing that even crosses your mind when you walk into the kitchen is who will clean the dishes once you're gone
but you've been gone and nobody even checks to see if the dishes should be done or if you might need more ice.
We gathered round the baker's corpse
when he fell off of his flat.
Waterworks came shortly after.
Blood was pouring from his broken body,
nauseating the entire crowd.
We heard a crack coming from the asphalt prior,
which we thought to be him breaking all at once.
Some say that someone pushed him,
some say it was his job.
I wish I could believe
I'm falling for the man from Pakistan.
The only one I'm falling for is you.
I wish that it was true
I love the girl that likes the things I write.
The only one I write about is you.
And all my words are falling out
My cracking lips