Butterflies in permanent marker
Each with a special name
I wish they weren't trapped to my skin
Like in a painful cage
Maybe one day, with a lighter heart
They will fly away
And find another home
On another girl's heart
But for now they are mine
Keeping me from making lines
An artists kiss to gentle dreams

On this street in the house
In the walls
Over the mouse
In this house on the floor
A girl who loved
And could love more
On the floor in a her head
A demon drank
And she bled
In her head, inside her mind
She knew she would win
Cuz this demon was kind

The pine scent in your hair is a gift from the muse in the forest
These trees are ancient
They hold no ache that the sweetness of their sap running in the awakening will not sweeten beyond memory

She loved flowers
And so gave her roses

But I grew them out of my very own chest

She loved music
And so I wrote her a song

But I pulled the words from my very own soul

This toxic love

I cannot even breathe
The temperament
And all I believe

go ahead and read, and then go ahead and write
put down your words, before you forget them tonight
don't keep them in your head, let them bleed into paper
write them down, and breathe them life from their maker
let the poets curse do it's work, and let it take rage
and the words let loose, boom across each fragile page
keep your words in fear ,of the hungry flames
don't let them know your lovers endless names
plural singularities and gentle rebukes
you dare not share them lest they learn refute
bind them, a slave, to a dreamer's soul
find them split and make them whole
learn their true names and wield the power
to read the poems, until the last dark hour

There is a fold in my heart
An uneven crease
Like my heart
Might be missing a piece

Tomorrow, before the sun goes down
I will try to build Rome

You only loved me when the tide was out.

Just another note higher than the rest
Just another cry trying to find a nest

Come to me
With your stone cold hands
Come to me
Whatever you are running from
Come to me
I willd hold you close

You feel alone
And fear your only companion

Come to me
It's okay to leave everything you know
Come to me
We will journey on
Come to me
I've been waiting for you

I'm waiting for you

Hey!

You.

I don't know what you are thinking about.

But if it's self destructive, please don't.

Why?

Because I've been there, and I know that is the darkest pit of all, and it seems as though you can never get out.

But I'm still here, and I think you should stay.

I am here for you, even if no one else is.

Bless you my friend.

Xoxo

I had sixteen candles
But just one wish
I had lots of friends
And nothing to lose
I had once chance
Just one breath
But I used it and now nothing is left

A day will pass
Another lifetime in its rising
Ropes they are cut with scissors and heartbreak
Endings are sewn into your pockets and the backs of your hands
And such as today is just a whisper to tickle your ear
So tomorrow will call like the dream you slept beneath as it rings the planet in its honesty

She who is first and last of her name
Cries out!
She is lain in the earth, whom has longed to hold her again
As quickly as she is put to rest
Enveloped in her first love
How sweet is morning
When you know death will come

Grief is my religion
And oh, how earnestly I worship

If you took all the books in the world
And stacked them up in a tower
It would still, be shorter than my desperation
I am a weakened flower

I search all the pages for answers
And I cannot find your face
I would tear the world apart
To put you in your rightful place

Next to me, inside my heart
To dance in my veins
Draw on the walls of your prison
And drown out all the names

Desperate times call for desperate measures
I ladled in to much worry and doubt
And my hopes would rise
I loaf around in search of a way out

Time is of the urgency
This clock ticks to fast, to slow
I crawl inside my mind
For it is the only place I know

I have no friends hidden in there
Yet am not completely alone
I can speak my own mind
Without worry to condone

Thoughts of mine drift past
As sharp as shards of glass
I think to grab them
But they cut their way past

A ****** hand sometimes
A ****** heart always
Hooks are not the answer
To put a fire in full blazes

My grasp, you so easily evade
Do I really seek to catch you
So desperate in my own ways
But you always seem to slip through

Strong am I? Never strong enough
Of all the lovers in the world
I have the worst of all the luck
To be drawn to you, with fingers unfurled

You dance to fast
And I sing much to slow
But you pull me tight
And I cannot let go

I search for you and find
To see your beautiful face
In the mirror next to mine
That is the best place

A morning good
A night less than bad
If this moment was
The best we ever had

It would be enough
It would have to suffice
Or be thrown to the wind
And scattered like rice

The wind can have it
My heart deserves better
I give it your worlds
Ever heartfelt letter

Desperate I am
And a child I was
But a girl knows better
Than to dance with love

You gave names to the stars
As if they danced upon your own tongue
Plucking syllables from between your teeth
The sky is chords of a guitar
Pluck away
Heavens ears miss this sound

So maybe there is this
And I still see that I am nothing
But a vessel
And as such I am -infinitely nothing
So fill me up

Can one heart be longer than another as a sentence is in my language
Do you speak love or merely write it on my arms

TW: graphic imagery

I bled watercolors
And you cared only for the art
For pain you did not feel on your own you made no empathy for

You told me about my bleeding
That it was a beautiful way to adorn the walls
So I dug my nails into my palms
Raked them along my arms,
where you used to write your love,
And let the paint pour out
Let the pain pour out
Down my wrists it ran
My fingertips coated like brushes dipped to deep into a ***

I smeared my hands along the walls
And I ran among the hallways
My palms leaving a wake
Still the tide, it did not go out

I wandered on
Like a ghost in my own house
Pouring myself out
Onto all the walls I had built up
In a way I tore them down
And in a way they broke me
I slammed my fists against them
Every door I had locked shook
And I put my hand on the handle
Praying that they would open
It seems no matter how strongly I feel
Nothing gives way

I sat on the floor
Everything beneath me splintering into my soul
My breathing was heavy and labored
Though my heartbeat was weaning away
My palms open now to the sky
And I pressed handprints into the wall
Pushing everything away
As you had pushed me so many times

So I feel to much
Say to little
And have no wanderings I can journey home from

But still you tell me
There is beauty in the bleeding
You.
Are the beauty in the bleeding

The oldest trick in the book
Is to look over there

But why would I do that
When you are right here

I want what is real
And what's in front of me

Stay the night
And hold my hand

And in the morning
Help me stand

I'm not mad at you
I am just sad at you

My heart is bargaining
With the gods for you
They raise the wage
It is no matter
I will pay the price

There is no guarantee that this life is easy

Mine will be a child's poems
About kings and mice and cheese
Asking for a book to help me along
I was going to make a copy
Of a story I once heard
But these words are from my own mouth
Reading the words off the screen
As the music fills my ears
Hope and nothing?
Hope and stars?
Really?

Is there more to come?
Could I make it mean something?
About God or life or dreams
Questioning each word as it appears before me
With furrowed brow and small smile twixt chin and nose
Now that you explain
Do I understand?
Oh my soul

I am a house
That has been broken into
A hundred times

My windows smashed
Doors ripped from there hinges
Gutted
Ransacked

But I am not a house
I am human

Still paying the mortgage
For a property
That others strip of its value
Any chance they can get

***** you emotionally
Because you ******* me physically

Bang you with a hammer
Because you did the same to me

******* and your life
Because you ****** up mine

Sleep all alone
Like you never let me sleep

I didn't know gravity could be so painful

It pulls me to earth

And none reach to lift me up

The books and words

Weigh down my back

And I cannot resist

This heavy atmosphere

I am not Newton's apple

Not even an apple

I am green

New to this world

But it pulls me so close

So tight

But it is suffocating

And then my soul
Will sing again
I will sing
About love and men
And then my heart
Will remember love
Remember you
And figure out what do
And then my mind
Will be clear
So don't you fear

And then my soul
Will sing again
And then in you
I will have one friend
And then my heart
Will know its place
And remember your face
And then my lungs
Will breathe clean air
When you are there

And then my soul
Will sing again
And dust the ashes
Off of my wings
And then my soul
Will know its place
And it will love
With so much grace
And then my soul
Will sing again
Cause in you
I have a friend

I thought I stole your heart
But you just tore me apart

I was left with bruises
But you just used your brain

I thought I leave a mark forever
But now I'm called insane

You only kissed me once
But I'm still a child

I cry tears in the dark
But they are all in vain

I thought I'd be happy
Not trapped in troubled pain

I spoke from my heart
But you didn't listen

I told you the truth
But you didn't hear

I thought I would hold you
But you were never there

I am still a child
But innocent no more

I am left standing behind
A heavily shut door

I need a reason to go on
Not a past to cry about

I am just a child
Hiding in the dark

The world would be a different place if we let boys cry.

For someone who could of passed as Christ
I've never seen anyone act less like God

You trapped me in your soul


And I writhed to get free


Now their are scars on your chest


From where your heart used to be





I bled beneath your fingers


You trapped me in your skin


And I fought my way out


You felt me from within





So feirce my rage


As I escaped my prison


It was like a new day


Like a sun I had risen





The blinding light


To sear your eyes


For you need to feel


The extent of your demise

My soul has an echo
Even when I say nothing
When I do not call out
To demons
In the darkness
Perhaps only when
Rocks from the precipice
From poorly shodden cliffs
Shoot into the abyss
It is your name
That calls back to me
It is you who resides
In my deepest depths
My soul has an echo
The wanderings of my heart
Have made you their muse
No matter my song
You are my melody

Cuz when there is no water I am still wet
But we haven't finished, yet

Another man's bread
Has nothing to do with how you set your own table

I crave your waves
Crash over me
Drowning in your depths
This is surrender

I just didn't know how to convince you that you were beautiful
So I just kept telling you
Every day
As the sun shines, so do you

The dents you made in my perfectly made bed
The cracks you left in my China cup
The tears your left to fall down my face
The dreams you left to be watered

The scars I made along my arms

You left your marks and I left mine
But which ones will withstand time

In four days
I go back to the place I was born
I have not been there lately
There are pieces of me
That can never leave there
I was the only one who tried
I do not know if these pieces lived
Lived, died or dissipated
I am not there to observe
I am somewhere beyond
Will this place welcome me
When I return
A familiar road
A friendly face
A sweet summer smell
A sour taste
Perhaps it will not know me at all
This I understand
I know much of holding bitterness
In vacant space
Much of forgetfulness
I do not know much at all
Only that home and I are stubborn strangers

If I had a voice I would tell you tales
Of cities that rose and fell
If I could talk I would tell you stories
Of my brothers and sisters that were felled
If I could cry out aloud I should share
About the children that climbed me
And the ones that cried against my trunk
If I could shout I would yell aloud
At the birds in the sky that come to visit my leafy boughs
If you knew my stories that I gathered through the years
That number almost as many as my leaves
I could tell you of the sun and how its shadow speaks
And all the stories the moon gave to my by the stream
I cannot walk upon legs I simply stand and grow instead
For my branches are strong and my trunk is long

But if I were not a tree I would wish to be
Someone that had a dream to set them free

The weight of the world
Sits different on my shoulders
When my head
Is resting on your chest
My ribs beg to split open
To scream, my soft prayers
My devotion, into your ears
Somehow, when I whisper
I love you
I hope you hear me