A clenched fist
Leaves no room for dreams

I have water hands
And oh! The life they bring
To many things
Yet be cautious in your drinking
For water can overwhelm so rapidly
Rivers flood in spring

It was with him, he who told me he would die for me
That I fought most of my battles with

Your words were dripping with affection
As if honey was falling from the sky

I have
Feelings
Lost and found bin feelings

Starve
To extinction
Anything that feeds
From your peace

I have a handful of guardian angels
None of them wash their hands
Before devouring my sins
I am a morsel of madness

If you were a church
Oh the sins I would commit
To find a reason
To come to you

I felt you in my words, once
And so that is why I continue to write

"You're not beautiful unless you are skinny"
"You're not beautiful unless you want to be skinny"
"You don't want to die looking like that"

Funny thing is, I don't want to die at all, you just want to ****** my waistline.

I stood in the cold today
So my breathe could freeze in my mouth
I knew if I cried
My glass tears would shatter on the ground
I know
What it is like
To be breaking

I'm just holding my breath for Spring

Patient
are the feet
of the already fallen leaves

anger is such a waste of time

Hot coals in my mouth
The steam tastes of ashes
A somber repentance
Forgiveness is foolish
When time is so short

What good
Does the heart of a lion do me
When I have no claws
To love so large
With such small hands

Heavy thoughts
For such a light pen

The gates care nothing for your regrets
And I care to much
If only I was as iron in my retribution
As the doors between us

We went up in smoke
As most young souls do

The blood on the walls
Speaks
More than the bullets in them
Maybe their metal mouths
Are sewn
Shut
Trying to whisper into the concrete
But heaven doesn't hear
And hell
Never cared

I have seen you
And I have glimpsed death
In life I have never known coincidences

I spoke to myself
As if a whisper had never been heard

The ******* of my tastebuds should never of met you

You tried to fight the fire
But all you learned
Was to fear the flames

You were so beautiful, I wished you were something I had written
But I do not think I could ever love something I had made this much

You speak with a tongue that has walked a thousand miles
And I, so dry in my response, it would seem mine only knew deserts

Cherry blossom love
I wait for you to bloom
Breaking the soil
As only springtime can
Already I know
How beautiful you are
Will you ever know
How beautiful you can be
Even more still
You are all beautiful things, to me

Do I just awaken
To find pity in these sheets

Walking on two legs
As if they were the stiffest sticks
To make a way to the stream
That I could lay myself
In the rushing waters
That it would wash my ashes away
These cinders of spite, I burned
The smoke fills me now
As my passion once did,
Like sap in these maple limbs of mine,
On into the night it goes
On into the night dies
Whispering to the stars
Of the anger of men
And how a clenched fist
Lights fires
That cannot always be put out
The water tastes the remorse
Damming these mortal wishes
As another night is dragged
Into the vision of the dead
To lay with those who cannot forget
The kiss of fire
As it learned to bite

You tassel your tears to your face
As if they were your most beautiful garments
As they drip from your chin
They become pearls around your neck
What is loss, when you felt love
And so you overflow

It's creeping in again
A door I thought was shut
It is an ache
And it throbs oh so much

To my eyes, it looked to be my last breath
My lungs will not give up as quickly

My head is an abandoned house
With graffiti on the walls
The red door is closed
And all the window panes are broken

You just wanted to write love on my arms
And circle me in flowers
I just didn't know how to let you in
So I mutter into the cold air
"Bitter are the leaves, oh the dying leaves, of an unwatered tree."

We wair for own runrise
When we ourselves are fire

Remember when we were a young girl
Swimming in rivers of indifference
The cotton sky is gone now
Will we ever find our way
Back to the youth of sunflower fields

If you ever needed love
I would play you until my fingers bled
Your strings biting into my skin
What is a taste of pain to a beautiful melody

I beheld the lantern sky
It was as if you were born into it
Another candle to warm the desolation
Another light for the desperate
You are already one with the earth
The heavens did not send you
You came anyway
To find in yourself, what cannot be spoken
These dreams and visions given to you
With their seams threaded into the universe, were not meant to find their way upon your tongue
Oh how well your fingers make them know to me
All that you make, as an extension of yourself
Is not in vain
Though wrought in folly
As fools live among us as if they were the wise
How shameful is the way they carry their head
Is there no better place than upon their shoulders
A monsters face will find it's place
As do all things, in the lantern sky
Constellations are eternal, even in the temporary
Can one light hold the nocturnal wraiths at bay
Still you light it
That the fates may see
Searching for wicks, in the lantern sky

The morning star, born into light.

When your roots call to you, listen
But do not be afraid to plant your own seeds
May you bloom as beautiful as the dreams your forefathers have prayed for you
Whether you walk in their shoes
Or take steps on a path you have made your own
The soil is for those who water it

I just become little granules of sugar and salt as the days go by
Is this is the spice of life
Am I a pleasant flavour
That I would linger apon your lips
So that I may die in your stomache
That I would be tasted as a kiss
For but one breath of your life

You still linger among me
As if you were cigarette smoke fingers running through my hair
No one else can smell you
But I always know you're there

What good is the kindness in your heart
If it doesn't reach the tip of your tongue
And cannot even find its way to the extremity of your hands

Be so genuinely kind
That everything bad they say about you turns to lies
What is patience without love

It's hard sleeping with empty hands

I was given the most beautiful compliment today
The one twenty four in the morning girl told me
That I was God's ******* to Satan

Amen

Three is a crowd
I'm still so ******* lonely
It's a long night
When you have a full head
If only I was open
But I'm afraid of coming unhinged

Attempting to stay centered
When I myself am storm
Just to be free
In thought and deed

I pray for wisdom
Not for age
It seems as the days roll by
That I always get one
Not so much the other

Art was your coffin
It is buried
Shall I leave you as you lay
Or dig you up
For one more colorful day

Cover me with your wings
In this embrace
I will feel as you have felt to fly
As you learn a young, cloudless sky
May the sun kiss you even sweeter if you depart from me