Taylor

Taylor 5d

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 5d

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 5d

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.

Taylor Nov 27

Even hero's fear something

hero's aren't fearless
hero's are brave
bravery requires fear
fear is born of loving something
loving something so undoubtably
losing it would break you.

that how villain's are made
when a hero loses what they love
there minds break
they have nothing to live for
except revenge

Taylor Nov 27

Rage is alive

Someone once said rage is still it just sits there this heavy dark thing in front of your eyes making you feel nothing but the hunger beating in your empty chest . So your forced to face it and open your mouth wide to swallow it whole. But rage is a thing with bones and blood and screams that turn into flames, so you chew on it take in all the sharp bitterness that makes your tongue and mouth and words go numb you don’t even know when it reaches your throat because its already in your chest.