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Taylor Rothanzl Jun 2013
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They'll never know how you feel.
They'll never care enough to actually listen.
They'll let the world of wonder float on by.
They'll tell you they can help.
They'll tell you they are in control.

Control of what?
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
They say beauty comes with age, and understanding.
But I've never felt it in me, just you.
I only find things of beauty around me, and in my sleep.
But in me it’s vacant, and worn.

In the morning, I fell in love, the rays on my heart.
But it was short lived in time wasted.

By the afternoon my eyes focused on your approaching fate,
But could not comprehend the hurt in your skin.

And in the evening, the bellows seemed darker.
But I knew my mind, I knew it wouldn't crack.
Taylor Rothanzl Jun 2014
Oh, How I miss the winter well,
The naked branch and deaf new void.
With mind that bends to stay with thee,
To whistle amongst the dying tree.

In sheer spite of lacking time,
This hole I've dug will never fault.
I tried to send you dear for help,
Without the strength of bones held close.

I live upon the burrowed chill,
My limbs of black make way to stay.
To feel the numb that never left,
And light go dim but never wake.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
My shadow cast over nothing
Tried to rip out every vocal cord as I try to speak.
Of whats been living inside me
And all the secrets that ive tried not to dream.
It hovers over my bones.
Telling me to be quiet.
Telling me to be still,
And telling me to see all the beauty around me.
But all I see are empty landscapes.
I cannot see those trees,
All I see are empty promises and memories.
Fathers dying and friendships ending.
They wrote their names on these trees,
And all their thoughts in my head.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
Those daydreams we spent,
So hollow,
So thoughtful as the sun arose.
Chased by moving cars and desolate characters,
Ripped through endless romantics and heart takers.
Feeling cold.
So cold.

Long nights spent,
Laying on the wet grass.
Wanting, waiting, hoping,
Just trying to keep a sense of stability.
All lost with growing,
Or at least thinking so.

I stutter from the lack of control,
I can breathe from the lack of you.
This toxin fills me.
Collapses my lungs.
And begs me not to breathe.
Tells me to hush until you pass.

The remains of your echoing step.
Moving forward,
Backward,
Until the sound stops.
And everything we knew,
Turns back to hollow.
Taylor Rothanzl Jul 2014
In my time,
Collections of disastrous minds,
Try and fit in thinner lines.
Of life and lust and simple *****,
Of life in trend and backward thought.

In my time,
Pushed toward the numbing senses,
Are constellations of fallen men.
Shown before us as the dinner waits,
To show the march of meat of morrow.

In my time,
The children scale the streets of dawn,
To find the simple that all men lost.
With angst in blood and tightened tounges,
For space not made for them nor I.

In my time,
We are the generation returned for store credit,
In line for an endless whirling boredom.
Too bright to see the path been made,
In distance trance a world at bay.

In my time,
We are flawed pawns in disenchanted identity,
A chess game known by little.
We are a valiant effort in loss souls,
A life in turn like all the same.

In my time,
I have seen the stench of want,
In true form of loathing.
Common speak with stacks in smoke,
The toxic billows and blows away.

In my time,
The land rejects us back to void,
A void of fix and ****.
In desperate trance of ***** and bliss,
With suttle missed as time digressed.
Taylor Rothanzl Nov 2013
With each breath pressed on,
by the tips of your fingers.
My skin oxidates and peels away.

With every hand me down kiss,
and empty frame of mind.
My heart beats less and less.

With any time I turned away,
to thoughtless tries of change.
My head wished to do the same.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
In timeless fashion you held the key,
With quivered lip, between your teeth.

I lay and lay and lay and lay,
But full in sleep ive never fell.

Dreams are all I see of you,
With twisted fate you fell from me.

Now I lay in bed asleep,
Under cold sheets you left for we.
Taylor Rothanzl Nov 2013
In the prime of me, I set my sail.
Ive shut out chance, or time to love.
My bones crave the new, the life not lived,
and the roads in ground of people not known.
A tide of fear swept over, whenever I can dream,
of my life being more than me.
The feeling I keep inside bones, will last until I move my home.
Taylor Rothanzl Oct 2013
In void of you I set my course,
because of you,  my sight unclear.
In hopeless twists of love and trust,
to where I lay my time and space.

My time is suttle, I need not know.
Its lays in seas, too far from reach.
But seeps into my scars and bone,
Like gas in fire, all at once.

The space I lay is closing up,
like lungs of tar, that fill me in.
broken pieces of you left behind,
to where I lay my space and time.
Taylor Rothanzl May 2013
I

There was a time, when I was whole,
when warmth resided in my lungs.
Now bitter frost is all that's felt,
the wound of arrows in constant rain.

The arrow tip, that split in two,
pressed hard against my withered will.
In time it kept my skin apart,
from what I thought was always me.

II

Your eyes that flood in dancing turns,
like distant glow in night.
Withered beats of heart grow faint,
like friendships had in time.

I've always felt alone in life,
until I called you home.
The ice begins to melt on me,
to flood the only thing I need.
Taylor Rothanzl Sep 2014
The streets are ever entranced by the vacant that lives in this world, awakening mischief of mind and liver to crawl where once stood out such people hoping for a tragic paradox of simple lives.

The pain felt isn't enough to feel your interior, and the unbalanced sidewalk paths will eat away at every step forward. Until limb after limb takes its turn on leaving you behind.

The time tick shutters soft, yet whispers in trance a prayer for souls that do not carry a beat. Hollowed bodies seeking to live a life before us in the houses we stay in.

Walls sink in steady drip onto the floor we stood, where stable minds tackle through the early hours. A non motive transcendence of a broken watch now turned forward in time.
Taylor Rothanzl Jul 2013
Skeltons of houses once loved dance away,
Piercing in and out of view by the trees,
Which fill and grow from the life given.
Breaking down the body in whole.

Given by life now buried underneath.
Life that had a name, a face, a family.
A person who once thought more was out there,
And fell beneath it all to let it grow.
Taylor Rothanzl Jul 2014
The tattered laid bricks we young reluctantly call home, in gaze to feast to live again as once new lovers tip toe fluttery footsteps toward the desolate vanishing point.

But beginning forward I won't find myself locked between a memory.

Like battered homes of old we do so to find the leaks and breaks. Within withered structures of bone and ice we collect fragments off the pavement to restore.

But as a whole we never were. Like lovers fail to see in bloom.
Taylor Rothanzl Apr 2013
I watched the sun end your life.
I watched it peak through the windows, evaporating every sin left.
Hands, Mouth, Knees.
I watched the senseless life of carbon shift its bones to glue on clothes.
I watched it pour himself into the vacancy of a littered room.
I watched him tremble as the sight of you.

I watched as he started to hate who he wasn't.
I watched as the world swallowed whole.
Hands, Mouth, Knees.
I watched the bitter wind find the skin he had left.
I watched the trees vine together and burst in his arms.
I watched the bath fill with all he had to give.

I watched time fold backwards, filling him up again.
I watched him lie awake hating the way it feels.
Your hands, His mouth, Your needs.
I watched him paint itself into your perfect vision.
I watched him finish as soon as you left unspoken.
I watched his life faint when a name was never given.
Taylor Rothanzl Jul 2014
You are the diligently allined space between then and now,
To which I am unlucky to know you exist.

Like time I tend to not know the true way, to see the path as the decedent rivers, placing me boundless advancements in location.

You, an endless train of thought, place me in the constant battle of here and now. As the city we raised blooms of mistrust and attention to self identity.

The time spent knowing only makes it really disappear. The cradle of life steps forward to let you feel insignificance, just as all who truly don't know what day it is. A sheet to start clean.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
I tried to find the lock of hair,
That helped you learn to love me.
For days and night I've seemed to stare,
But lock I’d never see.

“Why” You ask in full invest.
“Are you so stuck on retreating?”
For lovers feed the newest test,
To inform, but be misleading.

To be honest love, I can confess.
Retreat is never what I expect.
My love is pure, I do regress,
But constant alone, the end, direct.

My god I found the lock I need,
But alas, refused to speak to me.
To never perform my dying deed,
In hopes with me, she’d always be.
Taylor Rothanzl Aug 2015
Pressure builds upon my temple,
Like constant rain on rooftops scattered.
The lamps of life draw conversations out of Windows,
Which pierce the night in constant motion.

A hum from the street builds in lonely hours,
illuminates from the pressing weather in decadence.
Perusing it's subtle cry for more in each step,
Breaking off branches too far up to reach.

I watch the light peer from the evergreen,
With rolling smoke from Windows.
The warmth of it sends heavy breathing,
A lapse in function when all else doesn't work.

One day the view of tracks and country winds,
Will see a broken man with fault in trying.
But the less known way brings the only comfort,
The rack to dry this urge to leave.
Taylor Rothanzl Oct 2014
To minds that shore upon the resting waves:

Buried by passageways we named.
Circumstance that never had a face,
To better hide the weighted frame.

To bodies that scream at bitter ironies:

That spit out words in hopes that someones listening.
The pity of life's embrace with your decadence.
Breathing in vain is all the same.

To souls that learn the cold will let you in:

A night for bliss forbids the pain.
This summer heat will never settle in,
Reluctant pressure never letting go.

My body might as well be escaping me,
A book on a shelf for nobody else to read.
Taylor Rothanzl May 2013
Delinquents perform instantaneous falls into a tortured well.
Where in seamless fashion increase the heart rates in echoes,
and tell the leaders to walk fast, for we are close behind.

The road to true freedom lies in heart of sinner. where thoughts of lost loves and lifes dance ever so quick to judge me, for I am a holder of sin and triumph and I can never let that go.

They try to say that my salvation will sail above me. That the beauty of the trees and stars were not mine from the start, and that everything ive earned and learned I should be looking up to thanks.

But what we've hold to be true is that my blood should have all the thanks, my heart and my soul are the only things that push me to my next day, and fill my world with what I have to give, and what ive had taken from my life.

The people of my generation have lost there way in thinking for themselves. Mindless bags of bones following the kin before, with no lungs to breathe in the new air. The air of despair and heartbreak, of pain and tourture. The air of lust and love, and the feeling of being alone.

Sharing the falsity of told news they looked up for the blame.
Which told us doing nothing and knowing the same was always best,
and lies kept the mass in the fog, to never see the light.

So we struggle to find a breaking point, never knowing how much torture is enough.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
My eyes dont reflect your moon above,
Simply they became one.
In withered branches too weak to hold true,
To the words escaped from my breath.

"Ill never hurt you", I explained in faith.
Faith turned into endless wonder,
With a rope wraped onto a crater in the moon.
And ties our hands to one.
Taylor Rothanzl Sep 2014
Amongst head spin circumstance,
meets the line of whim-less romantic turmoil.
Plentiful expansion of miraculous nothing.

Like peeled back sickness,
inside the droopy eyed valiance,
travels in seizes to engulf the second chance of prudence.

Life fleeting from metal to vein,
tick tocking time till pressure releases.
Sustained by little on course in hopes of none to come,
the captain with no route homeward.

Vacant luminous street corners
bustle of the land that never ends.
An isolating attempt to repel the frost away from bone.
To fall amongst the boundless sea of filth.
Taylor Rothanzl Mar 2013
Distance is our only time of trouble.
Along with adolescent dreams and troubling hearts,
Wasting days and nights on overlooking circumstances.
Wishing to be the shelter in your dream last night,
Wanting to feel your hair in my hands.

Sometimes you’re out of reach.
You swear you’re out of control.
But I’ll tell you, darling,
Times like those won’t last forever.
This time apart won’t last forever.

And when those days come around to awake,
Coming home to where we live.
A yellow house on the end of the road.
With a white picket fence that keeps our hearts close,
And a sense of overwhelming love.

Sometimes you’re invested,
On the thought of loneliness.
But I’ll tell you, darling,
Times like those won’t last forever.
This time apart won’t last forever.
Taylor Rothanzl May 2013
Broke me.
So much so that I lost hope in my life.
As if the sky and stars did'nt matter anymore.
It made my breathe feel wasted.
The car ran out of gas.

I learned to forget what love was.
So it could appear again to me.
Without the view of your house.
You tore my first view of love.
But love is hate in one.

— The End —