I have a heart
Like a child’s skinned knees
You may ground me
But the pavement
Makes me bleed
There is no memory
Behind my glass eyes
They are hollow
Empty, and void

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

It's hard sleeping with empty hands

Tell me I look like my mother
I carry her emptiness
Her grief
Pours into me
Until I am full
Tonight it spills
Onto the tiles in the kitchen
No worries, it is a woman’s work

beautiful girls all over the world thought my time would be wasted they've got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby


this plays over and over again in my head
just like the day you sang it to me
I wish it was real but now all I remember
is a beautiful sorrowful memory

Minutes made of moments
Life made of minutes
You'd never know you lived it
Unless you were in it

*this moment

I wished I could have watched you been made
As your maker formed your body

To gentle your curves and temper your soul
I love how he gave you such sharp edges
To keep you safe in this vengeful world

I wish I could have seen him stand
In awe of his beautiful masterpiece

To know you belong not to this body
But to the one who made, and who makes

The created out of the un-created
Into a beautiful ****** existence

You do not know this world
But I will show its vibrant colors

And as you grab you brush
So you can paint your soul into life
I will watch you dream into the ever-night

I want only to know who made you
Not to learn your keepers secrets

But to see the love of your design
And know you were the best moment in time

To see the hands that fashion the hands
Out of the dirt of this earth

Am I the only one who see's
You, in the light of your Maker's worth

Loving you hurts
But being alone is more painful

Saying your name burns
But the silence starts yet another fire

Looking at you is so hard
But the firmness in my heart cant make me look away

You changed my life
And you changed my name
You heard my heart beat
But you inflicted the pain

I thought you would fix it
All of my problems
But now that its over
I just have more scars

The mess I made
The milk we spilled
But none of it mattered
Since we were together

I'd rather not sleep
Than sleep alone
The darkness bites
And the light burns my eyes

The words are redundant
Just the same lies
And I cry out each night
To the starry skies

My wings are bent
My arms are bruised
My head hurts
And my heart is over used

Let it go
I just need to punch a wall
Hold on
Why make the pain last

Just leave me and let me die
Carry my body out with the tide

it is women
who scrub dry blood
off cobblestone of streets
.
who stood for something here
who died

What is this emotionally stable you speak of?

I called your name in my sleep
Not because I knew you were there
Because I knew if you heard me
You would come

I wrapped my arms around myself.

And the voice in my head whispered,
"Retreat into your shell,
they will never break it,
like they broke you before."

My heart echoed in agreement, as it retreated into the abyss.

Oh that you could forge a smile
That made it all the way to your eyes
It sputters out at the corners of your mouth
Your eyes do not dance in the light

Barely do I even try
To fake a perfect smile
Still you must be the fool
To believe such a thing

But I am not innocent
Still I want no blame
That I would make such a thing
To trap you within

We cannot all see past the surface
Is not the depth of the water
Unknown by those on the shore
Until they break open the waves

It is a silent cry
From the hollows of my cheeks
You cannot touch with your hands
That which you see with your heart

My head in my hands
My heart in yours
The noise is overwhelming
What if I silence it?

We were just two birds
Taking up space in between the yellow lines on the pavement

You asked me what I am
I said I am a human

But if you would have dug deeper
Into your dusty brain
And asked a better question
One that wasn't lame

If your lips had posed the question
Who are you?
I would have started with the simple
I am a girl of the female sort
I love to fly it is my favorite sport
If you knew my past
And how long my loves last
You would wonder how
The stars contained such majesty

But you didn't
So you think that I am just **me

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

If this is a dream
Truly, why are there so many hallways
I am forever wandering
In between the inbetween
It seems I will never reach the end
If there is an end to reach

The more roads we build
The more cliffs there are
The more cliffs there are
The more we can fall
The more the fall the farther we go
The farther we go the harder it is to come back

I will find the edge of the world
Where else would you go
Dangle my feet on the edge
Waiting for you
Until the sun forgets how to set
As the oceans run over
Chasing unknown depths

I have a bad habit of falling
My other tendancies seem to bother you more
The getting up on my own
The moving on by myself

We wair for own runrise
When we ourselves are fire

What are your favorite poetry themes to read about?

When you are on the shore
The water seems to go on forever

I will meet with you
Come down from the mountains
My words become those most familiar in your mouth
You were worshipping gods in the valley
Gods that have no home
My name nearly forgotten
My words not written in stone
Concrete in their absence
Absent of light, hope, pain
We move in our own way
Bear my cross as the wood it is
Not the worries or weight of the world
Meant for another's shoulders
Feel the joy of the world
None of her aching
A delicate life is not cheaper
Lashes on my back speak
To a crown of thorns
I am no deity
No matter what I eat, drink
How wise I speak
Ichor does not flow through me
Humanity is liquid, thoughts fluid
Hopes dry, day by day
Each day is new, I water them the same
May they bloom as never before
Beautiful things are for you
Whether I bear them or not
The stars will lay themselves at your feet one day
In the holiest part of your temple
Walls adorned with things that have passed
Paint that is fresh
Things that will one day be known
I see them coming
I prayed them for you
On the rooftop of this temple
Call the stars down
When you know them by name
Call me to you
A voice echoing of marble
I will come
Just as I am
As you are

This red torrent
Rains and pours through my head
All the animosity grows
And it rushes like rapids

I gave you the knowledge
I told you everything you needed to know
And yet this is your response
Stupid silence

You said when he crossed the line
That it would be far enough
But you didn't even draw it
So he gets away with it all

His hands on temples
That do not belong to him
DONT ******* TOUCH ME
Its. Not. Your. Body.

The real smiles on my face
Were sewn there by your golden eyes
And I cannot help but wonder
If its you who puts the twinkle in my eyes

the point is the tip
    the sharp end that hurts

You only remember what matters to your heart

I remember you and your devilish smile
All the night we stayed up and talked
All the hours in the morning when we cried
I remember your smile how it grew and when it faded
I can see you in my head
But I wish you were with me instead
The thought of you in anothers arms
All but breaks my heart
But I don't have to worry
Cause you loved me from the start
But if I were a poet I would soon forget
How to write the lines like the ones on your hands
The ones that held mine and kept me warm
Then ones my parents grasped as we were torn
But its okay the know see the light
And we can be silent through the night
The day will come when I don't have to remember
But that is far off a distant November

I remember you and the light in your eyes
I remember you among all the other guys

Please tell me I am begging you
Which of these thorn covered paths will lead me to you
I have not time to waste to discover the true one
You must show me the way, so I can be on my way
Finding you is of the utmost urgency, quickly
I dare not delay, for time is life, and a single moment spilled
Could be catastrophic to our future, my love

I am hopeful
Stupid, but hopeful

Your gods need you to live
Mine know nothing of you
Yours ask little
Mine know too much
We both pray in the dark

Whisper softly to me
Through the seams of your pillow
For just one night
Let my dreams be sweet
Carried in slumber
By the sound of your voice

We feel
In the trenches

They say
When in Rome
But I don't think
I could crucify God

Palms nailed
Side lanced
I am not one
To beg forgiveness

Not one
To fall on my knees
Not one
To forgive

Nothing
He would not do for me
Nothing
I would not ask of him

I mourn your death
As a betreyal
When I look down
The hammer
Is in my hand

You blame
The church
For sins of man

Hold accountable
The temple
Not the hands

The alter
For its silence

The tabernacle
For curtains
To thick to unveil
The sins of a saint

A holy of holies
Torn
Two pieces of cloth
One for a funeral shroud
The latter a sail for a ship
To hell's gates

You beg
For anything, nothing
There are no promises
On bleeding ground

A pilgrimage
Of swords
Not confessing
A holy war

My grandmother
Had a different name
Before I was born
She will not die with it

I write about temples
My feet
Will never be clean enough to enter

Sins
I cannot wash off my hands
Heaven's
I pray my children will know
Hell's
I carry
On broken shoulders

I do not want you
To know the weight

Not your burden
To bear
My cross to carry

In the tomb
Of my ancestors
The stone
Rolled away

The kingdom is yours

I can never enjoy the radiant heat
I must touch the coals
I am compelled
By what burns inside me
Who will deny me
Only myself
Nothing is lost
It was never in reach
I am the guardian
Of my own thoughts
Kindling these hopes
Against dry tinder dreams

I think I have outgrown myself

Thirty-five thousand words
Erased countless scars

What if
I saw you
With another girl
What if
You held her hand
Will you make her laugh
Like you did with me
What if she smiles
Is she prettier than me
Will you hold onto this one

What if you introduce her to me
Do I smile and shake her hand
And say I am pleased to meet her
What if I haven't let go
What if I still feel the same
Maybe I still give a ****
But maybe I am not in your plan

What if
You buy her flowers
What if
She kisses your cheek
What if
I wish I was her
What if
I want your arms around me
What if
I want to breathe the same air you do
What if
I need you
What if
I had a second chance
What if
You made a different choice
Maybe you would still love you

What if my heart still wants you
What if I still love you

is anyone more predictable than a poet