I began to bawl while she knew nothing
about the body to catch
"You can't do that, Leo."
For three days, I responded, "yes sir"
I knew I was in trouble
I didn't think he'd appreciate this before
us swinging the bat and slashing a guy for him
for us, he was restrained in the cellar with the bodies
He kept staring at me,
chrissake he had to know
As far as I could remember, he hit me
Go on hit me harder, I dare you!
I thought this as if to say
a beating meant that I could do nothing
but oh how he was wrong
This was created out of sentences and words from a book, I picked out some pieces and worked them into a poem and revised it to flow collectively
what do I see in her?
I see fire,
a passion so deep-rooted and
so strong that it burns anyone who dares
to contradict her
in her I see a blaze of vivid emotions,
and an intelligence so grand that I’m in
every touch of hers is heat;
every glance from her gives me a flush
in her I see fire,
for she burns bright as the sun
She’s a leo,
Her strongest element is fire,
Everything she touches, turns into ashes,
Sometimes even herself, she burns.
Earth is her home,
But she lives on the moon,
Where no one else does,
At least now she knows,
She cannot hurt another soul.
The stars don’t define my life,
But the specs of mould on the ceiling,
I study them carefully at night,
Reading them in true light,
A sickly soul they’re revealing.
A wondering eye sees all,
And repulsion overwhelms it so
Much that one gives out a hopeless sigh.
The ceiling is too high,
To wipe Aries and Leo.
I write the unspeakable
I see letters capitalizing
the things I cannot say
To look at you and whisper
“I love you”
rises fear from
deep within my soul.
So like the rest of my fears
I wrote them down
Only this time,
I laid it in your hands.
I guess its the way
you wrap yourself around me
and the way I fit in the spaces
between your breaths
as lavender smoke fills the room
and my mind fills with words unspeakable
and our bodies find each other
in the dimmed light
under the spell of the moon.
I write because I am scared
Taboo to the world, I have
within myself become closed.
I wish so badly to tell you to run,
run from who I am —
even though you claim to know.
If you do, why are you here?
I see the moon in upside-down phases,
the sun does not shine through my
I wear the universe on me
and keep it within me.
People have thrown me to the
skies, thinking I would not shine.
Looking back, they see my gleaming
light shooting at them faster than
their mind can comprehend.
It is only then they wish to pull me
close — pull me from the sky they
tossed me too.
I can be your Regulus.
are we ever not afraid of ourselves?
tiptoes on a teeter totter
finding balance is a heavy burden
keeping her on her own
sleeps soundly at a Sunday sermon
waking early is quite a chore
so he dreams his life away
she bounds past as his service lets out
light as a feather and free of doubt
he awakens to find her sleeping
and wonders what she could be dreaming about