#crashandburn
This feeling of emptiness couldnt get any more empty. As I lay here forcing tears
From surfacing in my cracked eyes I
Wonder if he feels the same way.
Lost in a whirlwind spinning in
The core of mother natures
Scorn. *Please just take me
Away from here. Out of
This misery I reside in*.
Do with me as you
See fit. Spare my
Life, or take it.
*If you spare it, take me to fields of gold
That gleam in the suns jealous skies.
Shining its beauty in my shadow
Lighting my way through the
Darkness my heart insists.
Lead me into a place
Pain isnt allowed,
Only love*.
*If you take it, may I forget the pain and
Sorrow I once felt. Allow my spirit to
Rise free and unburdened. Let my
Lifeless body rest free of any
Unfinished business on earth.
I want not to be a restless
Spirit. I wish to fly with
The birds in the sky, be
One with them. See
Things how they
Were meant to
Be. In peace*
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
She had the cat-like grace
Of an infatuation betrayed,
Love, but never forgotten.
She’d sneer promises today,
As she’d perfected prior,
With that same curl of the lip,
The smirk born Juarez,
Cacti and Rio, whilst
I’d only show my tummy;
Something tougher and
Catalyzed within a scar,
This chasm stained the,
“We” atop yesteryear
And the “me” I’d be
Tomorrow –
One more hour,
Wanting, wasted, waylaid,
And never to let go.
The first love’s an archetype,
This first kiss, an epitaph,
Did you ever let me go?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
All the stars are falling down.
_Make a wish_ —
maybe we’ll fall in love
before they hit the ground.
And if it fails, I guess we’re
just crashing down.
To shot my shot, and try to be
your shooting star —
aimed so high,
but I was falling too fast
at the sight of your brown eyes,
soft as cosmic dust.
I’m the dusk, you’re the sun —
and if we make love
to make a son,
will that light save us,
or are we still just crashing down?
Until then - hold me in the silence
between the boom and the burn —
where gravity forgets us,
and stars don’t return.
And if we’re meant to fall,
then let it be together —
two sparks in the dark,
pretending we’re forever.
Even if we burn out
before the dawn,
at least we lit the sky while
we were on.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC