Drugged by your silhouette,
I overdosed in the river
Outside your parents house.
I had a vision that their house,
The house you never called home,
This would be where I find grace.
The roses your mother grew,
From the garden your mother built,
Would be the death of me.
I rolled them up, like I always did,
Let you light them for me, like you always did,
And let the smoke make love to my lungs,
The roses became a mosaic in my crystalline  eyes.

The garden turned into the river Lethe,
And I could finally let go,
And you could finally move on.

This place doesn’t feel like home anymore
It’s not the people who have changed
Nor the signs, shops or houses
It is I.
I am neither better, nor worse
Just grown
No longer bound like a dog to a lamp post.
This place is frozen in time
With the same old rituals and practices
I just cannot do
With sayings and languages
I can no longer speak
So I choose to leave
And pave a new path
Out of rubble, dust and anything else that is in the way.
I don’t mind
Because the frozen streets taught me well.
So well that the chill can no longer reach my bones
And call me home.

Written here lies Death
Stolen from thorny bed
To ohcre hills supreme
Listen, Hark his corny scream.

Where ist thy rest
Thy nest
Thou bubonic plague
Thou quenchless drought
Thou fierant rage

Speaks silent midst of hill
Least silent under my windowsill

Aught but light takes this cheery gill
Not Death’s wide spread
Despite it’s fevered ill
In many minds doth overtake
In simple minds, an earthquake.
But gathered in our princely arms..
Big F You to these ailing qualms.

She wakes up in the morning
Hungry from last night
But she doesn’t eat breakfast
‘cause her jeans fit too tight

She looks into the mirror
Tears glisten in her eyes
She hates her reflection
But the mirror never lies

She rides the bus to school
And sits all alone
She wishes with all her might
To see all her bones

She gets to school at last
Self-conscious about her size
Because she still believes
That the mirror never lies

She walks from class to class
In the hallways by herself
While her classmates stop and wonder
About her collapsing health

But she never stops to listen
And doesn’t even try
She knows that they are wrong
Because the mirror never lies

When lunch time comes, she’s gone
Nowhere to be found
She never ever eats her lunch
She’s scared of gaining a pound

She walks past the lunch room
And smells the fruity pies
She really wants to eat them
But the mirror never lies

When school is finally over
And her homework is all done
She changes into shorts
And goes for a run

She runs and runs for hours
And sees the changing skies
She really wants to stop
But the mirror never lies

She finally goes home
And is forced to eat some dinner
While the whole time she wishes
That she could be thinner

She retreats to her room
And cries and cries and cries
She hates what she looks like
But the mirror never lies

She stands before the mirror
And pulls up her shirt
Pinches the bit of fat she has
And regrets eating dessert

She stares at her thin body
With no space between her thighs
She knows that she is fat
Because the mirror never lies

I've been there ~
She listens with ears that only hear the pain of lovers past ~
He sees with eyes that are blurred with visions of everyone who went away ~
Love spears your insides ~
It disrupts old memories ~
It stirs them up into toxic mush ~
Until all you see is ALL the people that used to be ~
Not each other ~
The glass is stained with the past ~
Clean it off ~
Clear the smudge ~
Look at the water with clearer eyes ~
Listen to the night with ears that have long since shed an old lovers sin ~
You still can't look at each other ~
But don't let go ~
No one will hold you like she does ~
No one will protect you like his jealous arms ~

You are hers and she is yours ~
And that's all you both should see ~
Listen not to whispers of people who can never be ~

Push aside ~
The pain and pride ~

Listen to each others hearts again ~
Because the beat didn't skip ~
And when you hold his hand ~
And touch her skin ~

You'll realize that a love like yours ~
Can never be apart again ~

In the midst of conversation
A top conversation,
Atop conversation
What do we speak of ?
Something quite brand new...
Processed so late.
But, in the moment a blend of Hues.
Simply shades that have no name.-
A painting nameless
But, purely painless
trapped in a circle of jargon.
I'm sure I'll hear that car again?
it was implied...
Smoke in the face
A massage, noises I cant recreate
A simple serenade of two.
But not sure which fire Would choose.

These Chones are cute-
A challenge
Burn!
I feel it coming.
A breath on coals.
It Burns
Continuously Burning me
Continuosly mocking me.
under the breathe I heard the. Words.
It would never be so.
The rush came and the.
Rush will go.
Was it all real.
An assumption that feeds the mold it fuels it self and eats me whole.
Words only to describe the gestures that keep it alive

the exchange of words. Would never be comprehended.