You were the daughter of good intentions
The queen of innocence
And now
you shake the leaves from your hair
You haven't gone anywhere
but down

You are the daughter of broken promises
The queen of masquerade
And now
you wish the basement wasn't so dark
You try to think of a last remark
but can't

You will become the daughter of pity
The queen of melancholy
But now
you will realize the leaves were your crown
You will plant your feet in the ground
and stay

I love metaphors,they are all that is left in my dusty old pantry

Hey you,
Why are you so down?
You think your life is over
But baby look around..

You think that no one gets it,
And maybe that's true
But if you're blocking people out
Looks like we'll never have a clue..

Hey you,
Why are you so scared?
You're ready for it to be over
But i'll stop you getting there
It's not the only way,
No self harm would never help
'Cause though you're letting go of pain
You're still damaging yourself

So tell me why you are hurting
And then tell me if it's worth it..

'Cause you think that no one cares,
And you think no one will listen
But what you think and what is true
Are two things totally different..
So open up don't bottle up
It's never good to feel not good enough
And what you feel and what i think
Are two things totally different..

I think you're strong
'Cause you're still living
You're still fighting
You're still trying

And you'd be wrong
If you think different
So stay strong,
Don't ever give in

I think you're strong
'Cause you're still going
You're still coping
You're still growing
You're far from weak
So don't you give in,
The water's deep..
Just keep on swimming..

'Cause you think that no one cares,
But darling i always will.

poetry
it is the way the pen taps at an anxious hand
waiting for the words to catch up to emotions
your head unscrewed at the top
your thoughts dribbling down your cheeks
in droplets onto paper

ink flows with ease
when flowers blossom in your mind
reaching their way through your chest
or
when your heart is clenched so tightly
to keep from shattering

i sit here empty
sunken eyes
cracked fingers trace paper
and i am uncomfortably numb

evil has looked back at me
razors down my back
i’ve felt the sun on my mind
a heart of healed cracks

i cursed the past
tried something new
and i managed somehow to live
without holding you

tonight simply i’m nothing
blank as the page before me
i hope that soon
the universe hands me
a bouquet of life
a handful of seeds
that i can plant as new thoughts

i need something

you are
a sunflower
colorblind
and out of your mind
i am
the sun
i am the sun
i am trapped
in the sky
i don't know
where to run
he is
a butterfly
see him
flutter by
and he is free
unlike you
and me.
                *p.t.