Taylor

Taylor 1d

"You've been writing again."
Yes, I have.
"So, who is behind the pain?"
What do you mean?
"I know you. You only write when you're hurting. When your heart's heavy, your mind full, your soul splintered. Those are the times when your best words
spill on the page. I know this because I've read them, I've felt your words enter my skin, flow through my veins, and embed themselves onto my heart. So tell me, who's behind the beautifully heart breaking poetry this time?"

Taylor 1d

late night thoughts

"you cant love someone unless you love yourself"
*******
I have never loved myself
but you
oh god, with you i forgot what hating myself felt like

Taylor Nov 30

Why hide what you are

you are not violet
you are not hands filled with morning light
you are not tears pooled in corners of my eyes
you are not broken coastlines
you are not chipped fingernails

you are rain the soft type
that slowly eases into a catastrophic storm
and causes a typhoon that sinks entire villages
you are the type of rain that trickles into a river before it floods

Taylor Nov 30

WeRe Is My MiNd

I did what any rational person would do
I reached up to the sky ever so calmly and tore the stars apart
It rained blood and iron
That clung to the air as thick as glue coating everything in red .
Blood soaked mouths parted to reveal crimson stained teeth.

Taylor Nov 30

It ends

tell me how the world ended
which time?

- too many times to count

Taylor Nov 27

Apollo lies

Icarus soared through the sky
Towards his god
Blinded by love
The sun rising painted them in blazing reds, oranges and pinks
He flew into apollos fiery embrace
I can make you immortal
Apollo whispered with sun-soaked lips
How ?
Trust me Apollo whispered
grazing his burning hands along the wings of wax
And Icarus fell, feathers alight in flames
wax tracing burning patterns of hell fire
along his arms and down his back
he plummeted into the seas embrace
the air from his lungs tearing out of is throat
Icarus sinks sight turning to blackness
Now immortalized in tragedy
Remembered forever for loving a god

Taylor Nov 27

She shuts her eyes/The world drops dead,

a carnival of chaos unravels like a moth-eaten tapestry.
she dances on the edge of reason.
a tightrope walker between sanity and insanity.
her laughter, a cruel symphony echoing though corridors of fractured mirrors.
in her eyes galaxies collide a nebula of anguish and constellations of delirium.
she weaves her own world.
a spider spinning silk from fractured thoughts.
she dreams of drowning in ink-black oceans where sirens singing lullabies of madness.
the walls murmur warnings their whispers lost in the howling wind.
she clings nursery rhymes, their innocence twisted,
she sings of lambs and daises. now blasphemy drips from her tongue
they say she’s just hurting; she knows the truth.
in this asylum of broken mirrors, she pirouettes through madness.
a moth drawn to the flame.