...Wind up my heart, butlet it go.because it's Clockwork,and i'm running out oftime.
...i stand facing the windso i canfeel the world hitme at a 1000milesa minute,to provei can take a blowstronger thanyou.
...and everytime i flipthroughthese empty pages,alli can seeare the blankstares glaringbackat me.[i have nothing to say .]
...i'd like to see the stars, falland kiss themoon.i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glowinto a million little pieces, andscatteracross the seas.one day, these lights will goout; one day, that wish will cometrue.[shut your eyes and imaginethe end]
...Well cupid missed his mark, struckthroughacold dark shadow. Chased afterit for a while incircles, realizedit wasn't a game, itwasn't"real life." Took thearrow and pierced cupid'sheart.But cupid's not realeither,can't dieand circles never stop running
...bet you can't understandhalfthe words ispit out atyou,cause they're venomand onlyi'mimmune.
...Tension, is building betweenour bones; crackingthese boundaries that bindus.[lets not get lost in the momenthere. ]
...I like to dance in the sun-kissed fields. andreally, the way it feels is,Warmth...scattering dandelionsacross raysof gold patternedgrass.[whether its bright out or not, you'llalways shine like the sun .]
...what's the point of china, if itnever gets used. just sits onthe shelf, collecting dust.that's all were good foranyways,the looks.then we break.[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,but it's really poison .]
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissedYour lips tasted like heavenBut you left traces ofBurning hellDown my throat.II, We lovedWhen our skin brushedthe wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veinsIt poisoned your heart androbbed your breath away.III, I leftThat night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfireI could smell her perfume on our bedYour lips tasted like vanillaAnd my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.(G.L)The Love Story You Gave Me
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,You hushed your storms silent,And hid the seams in your bruised heart,You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.(G.L)-I saw the tornado in your eyes
32:3I poked holes into my palmswhen it came time to pray.Hoping that maybe some of the holy liquidwould drip into the cathedral floorsand into bones holding up sinners &saints. I thoughtGod would understand my sentiment of knowingdeparted people and the segmentsthat drove them mad. The Sundays that stood churchlessin the yard, outside by dad's overpriced toolsalways told me stories of the whalethat swallowed the man that swallowedhis pride that ate his faithand ended up a new whale with handsas big as baskets. To this day he hands out breadin his fresh-baked book of poemsand waits for me to poke moretiny holes into my tiny hands. Half-praying a please.
.Every night I praythe miles of nervesbeneath my skinwill melt away, sothe lash of yourtongue canno longer sting.
.and this beating in my chestmight just be the banging of someonetrying to break free.
PillsAnd in my fist are pillsAnd in my lungs are poisonAnd in my heart isEverything elseThough it feels like nothing at allAnd when I breatheI feel the smokeBurningBut don't you dare stand there and look at me SatanI know what your plans areAnd don't you dare stand there and judge me GodBecause I know you're more than disappointed in meAnd I remember when I was hereIn the coldAnd I ran up the stepsAnd into daddy's bedroom closetAnd I untwisted the cap on those pillsBecause I had a headacheAnd ten pills fell out(I know, I counted)I stared them downI stared them down hardAnd I rolled them aboutAnd I closed my fistAnd put those ten little pills up to my mouthThough the initial plan was to take oneAnd then daddy came into his room and asked me what I was doingAnd I dropped the pills back in their comfy bottle, some fell away to my feetAnd I fumbled to close the capAnd though daddy asked what I was doingI believeHe knew the truth.So God, don't you dare yell at me
Roses are Redroses are redviolets are blueam i just anothercorpse to you?the angels are cryingtheir pitiful tearswhile the demons are smilingcausing fearoh god, oh whyam i going do die?i pray, i prayi'll see another dayroses are redviolets are bluenow she's ten feet underjust like you.
Crash-landing lovershe was the kind of boy who flewwith iron wings,and she was the kind of girl who swamcarrying an anchor,there was no way he could stop herfrom drowning.there was no way she could stop himfrom falling.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable couragefrom the sincerest of heartsa love that I cannot encouragethe feeling in me then departs.Do not be in solitary confusionI have a burning determinationdo not reach the wrong conclusionbut I must reject this fixation.It is not you, nor is it meplease do not lose all hopebut I believe this was not meant to beI know that you will be able to cope.A heart with fervent ambitionmay not be able to settle as easilya pretend love cannot come to fruitiontruly, I do care for you deeply.Forgive me, how selfish am Ifor turning away such a great loveplease don't let your spirits dieNo words of appeasement to think of.I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
undressedmermaid girl,your nudity is a giftyou've tried too oftento returnthe ocean spits it backand the silvery fishof your vulnerabilitynever stills
ghost shipocean seems so serene and calmafter wild thunders and after the stormsmy ocean, a stillness born from summer heata child of twisted vows and broken dreamsoceana mirror of souls and soundsoceanjust an echoilluminated by green-blue darkening lightthousands of moving lightsghost shipsfloating aimlesslytoward some distant shorethey may never seeoh what a ghostly web across the dying seaocean is so serene and calmyetI can hear a silent whisperone tiny little voicedeep and hollowwaking up the nighta lullaby of sorrow and broken might"where are we going?""with no oars and with no sails""with no course and with no trails""will this journey ever end?"andno one hears this tiny voicethis tiny pleading voiceit lives only in my mindand I have no lips to murmurno tongue to cast a spellI cannot tella Heaven gleam from burning Helland my heart is weakon board of our ghostly shipsonly silence speakto the brokento the meeksilence is foreversilence is our god from
An Obsession with DeathThey say I am abnormalwith a desire to die,but they do not seethe chaos that does liejust beneath the surfaceof their pretty little apple pieexistence.(In truth I find it more like vinegar to a fly.)Whenever I sit down to speakwith a "normal" sort of personI find myself bombardedwith images of poison!Disease, decay, and war,they scream.Mass shootings, murder, and suicidethey roarinto my ears'till I know not else but what to think!To tell the truth, (for I cannot lieas I have been indoctrinatedby a truth-seeking girl of July)I seem to findthat youwho do not have any problems with your headare the oneswho should be in my place instead.
Hollow Diamond - Tyson BrunoIn my eyesYou're made of diamondsAnd laced with goldThough when blindedI find a mind isWorth seventy fold
The RainSometimes it feels likeThe rain is only fallingTo disguise my tears
The Sufferer.When I’m just about to shineYou’re there to steal my thunderBottle up that lightning twicePull me down and hold me underTo steal away the moment I’d been waiting forThat I shed blood, wept tears as I was striving forwardToward the goal that brushed against my fingertipsAnd erupted in a cloud of dust; I reached for it, but missedAnd that catalyst set forth a mental apocalypseBreaking down the walls I’d set to keep the peaceTo keep me far away so you can rise without resistanceTo say “I love you” doesn’t mean a thing if it’s only from a distanceIn this instance, your persistence paid offWhat goes up sure is impressive to everyone down hereI’m glad to see you hover up above us allAnd I’ll even look away when you’re just about to fall
hangman.i want to devour each letter --allow it to resonate on my tonguelike the sound of silencestriking a chord with emptiness,before it weaves through my organsto course through my bloodstream,again &a a g in.i want to dismantle each wordfrom the tips of your fingers& carry them delicately,like atlas holding the celestial sphere,until they seep through meto replace each adrenaline moleculereleased out of fear.i want to swallow your liesas if they are pills to popor candy rocks,& i'm merely indulging:the beauty of fabricated words lures melike the feeling of deathof each cigarette to a smoker.the act of stealing breathwithout regret is the artof destruction, but an art,nevertheless.i want to feel completewith youro f fs h oo ts,inhale
Cutting the Rope.Life was not given to us within a carefully wrapped box.It came with a noose, dragging around the corpse of Judas--And for you, Dear Sad Eyes, there is a frayed knot thatWill not let you return it without a receipt.
...You struck a chord in my soul.Now it rings in my ears,a sicklysweet melody that deafensthe painscreams louder now can't hear it's ownvoice.