there are days
i only feel like a burden.
someone who fills backseats
so that someone could be at the front.
and the weight of my own bones
are too heavy for a family name to carry.
heavy enough to crush a sorry girl.
my breaths are sometimes apologies
people refuse to hear.
im sorry if i am this way.
i wish i could be something more.
Devils are walking amongst us
And the only thing left to believe
Is to believe
We are here
Trading skeletons for skeletons
Trying to lighten the load
Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die
To bring you home
Sometimes we wonder
Are our moons for sale?
Are our moons in high demand
Or have they become surpluses?
While we prepare for our last meal
We take our shot at building our paradises
A little bubble, a little refuge
So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational
A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond
The moon belongs to everyone
Like the Sun, the day, and the night
And it's looking to play
If we must drink blood
Might as well pour it in the holy grail
I saw that you were drawing up stories of you and I so
I reached out and you reached for an eraser and I wondered what it would take for you to drop it and pick me up instead
but you held it so tightly determined to rid yourself of the past, present or future
But there's always a trace of the past on the next page
where your pencil left traces
You flip through books and rip out your favorite pages
but write about the skeletons that you have trapped in those cages and
I wondered if i had the right key
would you open your box of bones for me
so that I could prove to you that I will never leave before you awake
That I pray the lord to take my soul way before
he would ever take yours
because I could never face it
to live without you
Because my heart still beats every time that you draw me up and erase it
Because I loved you but I rotted away
Waiting for placement
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed
i wrote until it
Became easier to
Held trapped in bones
And nameless to educate
by in fashion
in form in
awake to repeat
today as skeletons
your ripe apple
your pattern to
fit / feed
the mouth sloppy
What more to confide
I've got skeletons in my closet
They move and hit eachother,
Threaten and insult
Every move is assault
To them a wave of happiness
Is a broken bone
a thing to bless.
They are structured wrong...
They will always decay
May they only lay:
In their area
May they bury themselves...
...I want those shelves
But how do they seem to live?
How do they make noise?
Are these things toys?
One step closer...
They stop and stare
Maybe everyone's game is fair
A pair of people
Not a care in the world
Cut some slack as their lives unfurled
Every hero starts small
All the bone marrow making tall:
… the animation of all
The saga of the call
A net in the maul
So only the reckless will fall
The couple's interactions
Will never bury alive the factions
Of all the questions and answers
The lovers have awesome fate
And to clear the air
Is to fortify your mate
Only the bleak,
The forfeits from the weak,
Come to feature the negatives
At first they're meek
Chaos then will leak
Then they'll start wrecking
The good though
Dismantling the fraudulent damaging low
People in the air tell us
Life is malleable
So why the strange fable
Spotlights of love shine upon you from all fellas.
If mine be blinding, would you fall for me?
I want to be that too good to be true moment in your life.
My thoughts on you are an investment,
But feel like an expense.
I’ve been looking for ways to cut corners.
Your love curved in on all corners.
Patience I don’t have.
But you nourish what my heart withers.
When my feet walk not,
Would you step down on me?
Would you roll down and lay dead my heart?
Or would you be the crutches of my heart,
Step by step, reviving me?
Things grown old are young of death,
But I see your coffin next to mine.
I see a unified tombstone.
If I opened the closet and revealed the skeletons of the heart.
Would it be cremation to my love?
Or would you be an everlasting flame?
Do I love? I don’t know.
But the heart echoes pumps to your love.
I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?
I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.
I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.
I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.
This is from a song I wrote with a few edits.
Bundled in white coats
The skeletons look warm
Without their coats of leaves
© LadyRavenhill 2019