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Her KissHer kiss was a beach breeze -
gentle with lingering strands of hair
on his sandy cheeks
(And that love
ran through their fingers
Sh, I'm LyingSh,
because I never
regained my breath
There's a stranded ship
inside my head
that has lost the wind
in its sails
and is stranded inside
the cluttered words
But I trampled through
the galaxies once -
I left footprints,
secretly hoping they would
Pressed FlowerI will carve flowers petal by petal,
stars, and salt-strewn teardrops
deep into your ivory bones
if you don't say a word
Your lungs are breeding grounds
for moss forests and lullabies
sprinkled with dissonance
We can intertwine fingers among
wastelands of soot or
nebulous galaxies filled
with glittering stars
depending on the night
I don't know what the future holds,
but I can create my own
with a pencil and paper
if you stay silent
And become a pressed flower
in the scrapbook of my creations
Sea GlassI hope one day I
can turn into sea glass
I'm being weathered down -
my skin is being bruised
and chaffed by ropes and
I can see my bones glistening
like pearls inside my flesh
But no matter what,
I don't want to become dirty
So please dump me into the sea
among the foam and waves
and hopefully one day
when I wash up again
I will be something that
can be treasured
She Was With the StarsThe amber girl
was preserved perfectly
and her silky hair and porcelain skin
gleamed like a doll's
But the scientists weren't able to keep
her soul burning
because though she was in the
glass case filled with chemicals and fluids
and they were desperately trying to pump
oxygen into her lungs,
her mind was still up in space
with the stars
So the sun was extinguished
despite the cries and mournful screams
because they had
and the many who looked up
at her light and glory
slowly began to rot away
And so not a single thing was solved
Self-destructingI can feel a storm brewing
inside my rib cage
and it's shaking all
I think I might drown
"But, my dear, let's try our best
to keep afloat," you say, but
the lighthouse has lost all hope
The mist is heavy on my bones
and it covers my eyes
from seeing ahead and
from seeing you
(So, in that way,
I guess it's okay)
"I warned you
to always keep your promises,
but you never listened,"
is all that echoes inside my head
Because it's true-
the hands I used to
be able to keep at bay
have crawled up my spine and are
already tight around
I don't know how I got here
Maybe the waves were
rocking me to sleep,
the sirens lulling me
to the rocks,
But now I'm self-destructing
Trash PrincessGod etched graffiti into my bones
and made me out of rusted bolts,
broken mirrors and crushed soda cans
I am just a mountain of trash,
but I want to rule this
My promises are snapping
like twigs under their feet,
but just watch me:
the picture will come
back onto the cracked TV screen
Galaxies in CoffeeI swear that there were galaxies swirling
in the cup of coffee I drank this morning
(The milky way was mixed
with milk and sugar)
And I swear that stars dot
your face like freckles
when you smile,
and that stardust is tangled in your hair
and is in your glittering eyes
But sh, darling,
don't say that isn't true.
Don't say a word and
as long as you're silent,
I'll paint it in for you
And you'll become my sun
and I will become a planet that
revolves around the you who
has become my creation
until I get sick of the taste
We're Out of Service RangeYour call is too distant because
we're out of service range,
so just surrender
since you can't find
the destination on the map
You're looking for when
you will become an adult
and stop having this sense
of wanderlust and being lost,
but you can only see
This was not marked on the map
and this was not part of the plan,
so you tried to erase it all
from your head
(Because you didn't want
to waste your change on something
so imperfect, you deleted
the numbers and names and feelings
from your mind)
But no matter how hard
you try not to cry, you
are still just a child, girl,
so trip and fall for them
as many times as you have to
and when you call, I'm sure at least
you will be there to answer yourself
with a smile
The story of glassSo I saw her.
I saw her broken
and I saw the hollow glaze in her eyes
like the the world had sucked the life out of her.
they were a work of beauty
and they filled my heart with what they didn't posses.
She lay upon the floor as if in pieces
like broken glass.
I walked towards her and the glass she shed cut my feet
but my curiosity grew bold enough not to care about the red foot prints
that trailed my walk.
I slowly picked up her pieces and my hands were raw with cuts
and painted with the red of shimmering blood
but all I could feel was my heart throbbing
all I wanted was to try to piece this girl back together
and so I tried.
I really did.
But some pieces were too far gone
under my feet and beyond the repair I could give.
So I willingly filled those broken pieces with my own
So I could see the cracks in her soul disappear
and I grew weak
so I could see her grow strong.
And she did.
I put her togethe
God FollowsGod Follows
My problem has never been lack of faith
but too much faith in punishment
every transgression i have made
kicks me into banishment
I am damned by my choices
expelled into darkness
a black so deep
no stars can touch it.
Still, I have a cross to bear
I have the crown of thornes
and though it may take my life, my God,
Some day I will go home.
I do not know what heaven is
who will be there, where they've gone
I find no comfort in a joy lit room
Nor in prayer, nor in song.
My faith is sacred and I am scared
of all that I've done wrong.
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you burn like cheap whiskeyand to me
you are like
an alcoholic's liver cancer
slowly killing me
You Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t
SteelThe unbreakable skin
matches the impervious shell
that once protected me
from my surrounding Hell.
My walls have since rusted,
and the structure's weakened.
The metal encasement I sheltered
in is now brittle and thin.
My attempts to rebuild
leave me vulnerable and exposed.
It is no surprise that
I cannot find the proper repose.
My mind aches with my heart,
trapped in a gilded cage
that repeats stories and bittersweet
symphonies into my old age.
The rivets break. The nails dull.
The screws are stripped of their grip.
The welds that once held me firmly
together seem to have been ripped.
I melt in the fire of hatred I've lit
and it consumes all materials.
I attempt to forge new alloys from scrap,
yet the failures are listed in serial.
With my last laboured breath,
I must make my walls strong.
If I don't, if I can't,
how do I resist the throng?
My emotions: hate, bitterness,
greed and lust.
They will grind me down
and make me into nothing but dust.
the boy i used to write poems aboutTHIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT LOVE.
you took the posters off the walls for the first time yesterday,
moved the bed back into the corner and stocked up on that tea
you love but i’ve always disliked. opening
the blinds used to be a sin but now they drown the room with sunlight,
causing your hair to turn that ugly dirty-blonde color i absolutely hate.
last night, i heard from a friend you got the job at that fancy newspaper
and you’re finally going vegan - don’t let me forget to tell you your risk
of heart attack will double, maybe triple.
i haven’t gotten an email in twenty-four days. oftentimes,
you don’t realize you're falling apart because you're in the process of falling apart.
my mother came over to help me move into my new studio.
we pushed the bed (mattress, you claimed the frame) into the middle of the room
and put on new sheets. these don’t smell like you, not that
i could even smell-taste-hear-see-feel these days.
you stole my heart and bed frame an
Because I never turn off the lights.
Because I never close my eyes.
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