Though we have all found new lives
Our old lives linger in the shadow of knives
Soon enough it will come looking
Don't step through the door opening
Only darkness outside the gates.
We're en route, our Madness awaits.

"Our minds are death traps,"
She said to her son.
"The gun has the power of abomination,
But without that one miniscule thought passing through your head,
The damage never would've been done."

please feed me
with kisses
that taste like finality
because we
only feel alive
when we are
about to die

Beauty is everywhere,
And some is hard to see.
Sometimes you don't know,
How beautiful you are to me.

Beauty is in everything,
In people and in art.
To take some time to notice it,
Is where you need to start.

You will always be beautiful,
No matter what people say.
Beauty is inside of you,
Every single day.

Not gone
Not forgotten
Different
In love with a memory
The shell of the person
You once were
To see a person die
Yet keep on living
Is to know true pain
A tease of the happiness once had
To watch you exist
Knowing who you used to be
And to see what you've become
Completely familiar
But utterly different
When you walked away
There was no point in chasing you
You were already gone
Memories fade
And so will you

when your views on life clash
like lightening to mighty tree trunks
breaking open decades of days you've prayed
your hardest to forget
they are now burning cinders of lined bark
turned to ash
now to be stored in yet another urn
marking the tragic death of yet another
forsaken part of your wilting life
and what else can you do but cry
little puddles of light
to extinguish the heat of the dying fire
trying to distinguish between
the smell of burning wood
and your fruitless anguish