why i'm scared of ghostsdear ghost of christmas past,it's christmastime. christmas eve, to be exact. i can't look outside without seeing the shimmer of the snow, like tiny fireflies etched into each flake. glistening strands of colorful bulbs christen the neighborhood, like they're declaring us worthy of a little light. i'm shivering like i got caught in a snow bank, and i'm blinking like i'm hoping my eyelashes will tangle together and pull my lids closed. i was wondering; if dreams are so pretty, why do they shatter like sherry glasses against tile as soon as we open our eyes? maybe they aren't meant for us to hang on to, cause the most beautiful things are only ever viewed at a glance.(any more than that, and you start to notice the bloody color of the sky and the way the roses smell more bitter than sweet.)and i was thinking that's why snow gives itself over to the wind so easily, cause looking too closely at your hand linked through m
Last Nightlast night, four a.m.you and i ran out of liesand into trouble.
Music BoxI don't remember my dreams because I don't need to: they are made of the same thoughts that haunt my waking hours, sewn of the same thread I myself have spun. They are not strangers, only familiar faces that I cannot quite place. And as daylight glides smoothly over the hills, I take a pen and outline my veins, trace my capillaries, let the tip break my skin as the ink flows into me and mixes with my blood.I let the ink become me.And we are silken swans, dancing through the moonlight, showing our reflections to the stars. Like a dream but so much more unbelievable, blood turning slowly into sighs that sink through our pores and leak out into the night, lighting up these porcelain floors like fireflies.We tumble weightlessly up and down the stairs like fingers plucking their way through ivory piano keys. The ringing of bells wraps around us smoothly, like a ribbon, and we slide away on restless heels. Let us be freed from the weight of these masks we carry, those glossy th
Frozeni. they're so small, oh, we're so small.i'm in love and it's thatfeeling you get when the world is just finebut you'refallingapartand nothing is okay. he mixed me up and scattered me aroundand now i'm blind and croaking beneath ablank sky. i've never felt so helpless,so robbed, never thought thatone day i'd reach up and miss the feelingof swallowed sobs pushed down my throat.i never asked for someone to miss. i never wished for a hand in mine or a shadowmingling with my footprints.this isn't working. this isn'tcoming out right. this isn't bringing himback.why are we so small? why am i so alone?why am i lonely for loneliness?whycan'tismileanymore?-----ii. i can't write anymore i can't love anymore pleaseplease no.if i live through this i won't wanna live,i've lost myself somewhere in the winternight, maybe i'm shivering out in thesnow.maybe i don't [want to] exist.i don'
Significancetonight i realizedthat i'm notin love with you;i'm in love with the timesyou were there for.(and now you're gone.)
DancersWe locked love into a music boxand fed its sour tunewith smiles and bits of lightning bugsfrom the nighttime streets of June.(And do you rememberthe dark days of Decemberwhen the city lights we cherishedall went black?And we'll tumble so slowly,we're so tired and so lonely,but we still won't have timeto look back.So then we lit the emberswith the dead ends of November,and the outcry of the sparksgave us hope.But if you take a walkthrough the moonlit gallows block,you'll find that there is no roomfor loose rope.)We stuffed pain into a silver boxin the bitter twists of May,but there's no space for summer storms in springso we'll find a different way.
spidersit's so cold here betweensummer and spring,shivering like astar trapped in the sunlight.i'm just a tiny spider andi'm so small against the sky;my silk sheets are so soft buti'm alone.tell me whocolored today andwhy they made it look so wrong;they got it all wrong andthe sky's so heavy.your footsteps are fading andso is my smile,and i'm melting back into theground.
ei. i was (un)lucky enough to be born when the blind man across the street finally sighed his last dandelion away. he was (un)kind enough to lend my newborn sockets a pair of blanketed eyes that knew more than my mind ever could.i had to promise that i'd give them to another once i'm through, and i've been so scared to let them see the light that i taped my eyelids closed. i think i'll keep them that way; why should i have to see when i can know?ii. we're falling through space, and our printless fingertips are too chapped to grab the stars.iii. i used to live in an haunted house. i can tell by the way the curtains are so thin they let the light in, and it rests upon certain places like it's telling me to look harder. i can tell by the way someone painted the walls with pictures of sleepy afternoons, a handful of moments they needed to believe was real. maybe i should stop splashing my demons wherever
one mirrori. there were buckets of ungranted footprints, memories of paths trodden stuffed far beneath the world. you and i shove paper in our open mouths and let our eager breathlessness carve burning words.we are falling faster than our wings will grow.last night, i grabbed a book off the shelf and pressed my fingers against the pages, trying to feel the ink against my skin. all at once, it rose, like blood from a bubbling heart, quiet as the tapping of children in spring rain.ii. i am surrounded by shovels, a crowd of gravediggers using words and promises to scratch the surface of the earth.me, i prefer to use a pen.(oh, how we drown, like screams in a waterfall.) (oh, how we dream, like ravens gourging on time.)iii. when we were youngerand wiser,i knew a tasteless smile -like the kind i worewhen i passed pictures of you.they hang likeloopholesin an unwritten law.iv. these garbled sentences that prance across our skin cannot erase the fact that we are
to the sleeplessyou sing theworldto sleep at night(and i'll cradle thecomets' tails in my arms,)i've gotconstellationsetched on my fingertips (you'vegot moon craters in thehollows of your eyes)so come on, write me a song,'cause i'm still waiting on my lullaby.
my fireflyshe breathes inrivers,and tries to trap thedropletsin her palms-(crying when theyslither through her fingers) she closes her eyes but lets the moonlight bleed through, trusting her eyelids to filter out
blindedpaint my eyesa brighter crimson, andmaybe then i'llbe able to makeout theveins of silkenthread you leftbehind, 'causelately more andmore i thinkthat thisis a story.
Love and HopeDeep within my soul,lies a girl with her broken heart.She has the urge to fly away into the skybut her soul is trapped in the dark.Deep within my heart,lies many regrets.Regrets bruised with love,memories all shattered and torn apart.Blinded by lies,the girl wants to remember how to feelShe hopes to love,to touch with the deepest passion within...
Words Killi let words slip,like sand between my fingers,and i keep looking backat memories,(cause they follow melike my shadow.)it's funny howwhat took years to build,fall like dominoswith just a few syllables.i let emotions,control my speech,like a puppeton a string.now i've killed you and i,the few things leftto care about.i know i've mademistakes, but youhave to forgive me this time.those words just couldn'thave ever been mine.and now i can see very clear,how easily a word can kill.
'cause joy is overratedjust now i wasthinkingmaybe i spent too muchtimerunning from my shadow tolet the sun catchmy face.(you always said the spotlightdoesn't wait for ghosts,)i'd say thanks for nothing, but nothing doesn't carve it's brushstrokes into my flesh like your fingernails &
baby, i'm a catastrophe.i remember.i remember being pulled to youlike there was some sort ofinvisible force acting between us.unrelenting.tying me to you.maybe you had an addictive personalityand i wasn't strong enough to resist.that was the beginning.the middle was just
lost.who i was was gone beforeyou really got to know her.and you--you were changing.maybe i was changing you andit was so so wrongbut i convinced myself not to care.it was like a star flickering out.burning fast.already dead.but still too beautifulto forget.the ending was more likea comet crashing into the sun.blindingly stupid.cataclysmically unnoticed.Here and then gone.and now after all of this,the only thing left to say isthat if you can forget meas if there's no gravitythen you're doing the right thing.i would never blame you.
a thing like lovei believe in love like some believe in god,bending over backwards, causefinally you found somethingthat will keep you from dying,finally you found somethingthat gives you hope,a home in a war zone,a sanctuary for sanity,finally you found your heart,lost in that hollow body of yours,always too afraid to excavateits caves on your own,always afraid of the monstersyou'll find in its corners,you were always hiding from things that might have been.and when you finally opened your eyes,there was love at your feet,waiting to be made.
all the way home.this is a poem at midnighta walking away of hands.it is beautifulwe will never run outof salt the way werun out of lovewe are children of the seaoceans inside ourglass bodied vesselsand drifting along rough sands.i want to touch youa hundred different ways,to kiss you like i need it to breathe.you just tell me about making magici can tell you about making love(and how they are both the same).i love you more than i love myselfand i wish that actually meantsomething. instead i rely onpoorly structured lettersand wrap my head round the wildflowersin hopes that we can liehopelessly entangleduntil it is uncertain wherei end and you begin.make me laugh and you have my soul.the way your heart beats in my ribs,around my spine,you are magic.
Life in SpiteLife is a promise to be broken,Death is a privilege left unspoken.
FateDay by day,I get through this world.Doing as I'm told.My eyes tell my story,The things of which I'm to blame.I can't continue like this,Barely getting through the night.I have to start living,Not just trying to survive.I must do something different,Put a smile on my face.I have to tell them all,I won't accept my awful fate.
Her life.Bent broken, full exposure.Hurt heart, heavy soul.Tears stained of red colours.Cried out but no one heard.Broken frames and torn pictures.Letters burning because of hate. A mind that is sad and tortured.Of the memories you gave her. Along comes a boy who loves her.A guy who cares about enough her.One who will wipe all her tears.Fixing her slowly, mending her heart.He will teach her the important things.How to smile and laugh again.So along will come a stand up guy.Who will win her heart forever.
Never Lose HopeIt's been rainingFor so long;I thoughtYou promised meA rainbow.So many peopleFind themselves crying.Torn from love,No hope of surviving.Because this darknessWon't ever cease;Can't find the light,Yet we have to believe.Some feel so lost,Just wishing to be found.Darkness encases you,Without a single sound.How cruel the world can be,Keeping you from your dreams.But you have to keep trying,To one day find relief.Because when you feel so alone,Remember someone loves you.And in the silence of the night,You hear their whispers.Their whispers of hope.
Fake ItI'm lost in thisIt won't go awayI've found in thisMy darkest daysI'm not in loveI can't mistake itI'm not in loveI have to fake itAnd when we kissThe passion's goneI haven't felt itIn so very longI'm not in loveI will forsake itI'm not in loveI have to fake itI cannot runI cannot hideThe magick we hadhas surely diedI'm not in loveI'm sure I'll break itI'm not in loveI have to fake itSoon you'll seeI feel nothingI really wishedI'd feel somethingI'm not in loveI can't shake itI'm not in loveI have to fake itAnd it comes to beThe truth comes outAnd when I lieIt makes you shoutI'm not in loveAnd you can't take itI'm not in loveI had to fake it
These words, this loveThese words won't mean much;Probably not to you,Or you,Or you.Probably not to himBut that's not what matters.These words are for me and my broken heart.Not for you.Not for the satisfaction of some stupid society.Not for something important like this worlds constant hate and discrimination.These words are for me.To let out these raw emotions buzzing through my head like bees in a beehive.This poem is for me.And what he did to me and my already broken heart.These words are for me.Every time I see him, all I ever think is:"I miss you.""I love you.""I miss you.""I love you."Stop!"Get these damn thoughts oughta my head!" My heart screams.But I can't.It's my hearts fault for making me think these things.Because that's how it feels.Torn.Broken.And still in love with him.You'd think by now I'd be over it, right?Wrong.When I see his face my heart beats at the speed of light.My smile lights up brighter than the sun.My soul feels complete
Like it's found the
Mending A Heartgoodbye.A word so simple,Broke me to tears.I never thought it'd come true:My biggest fear.I had put up a wallTo ward off love.I didn't even feel it fall,When it was too late to rebuild.Your melody so sweet,Had a tearful final verse.I find myself walking streets,Trying to find who I am(Because I am lost.)Now as I gather the shards,To my crushed, glass heart,I know the truth is,I'll always try again.I know risks seem unneeded,But I take them every time.Because you need to be willing to jump,In order to fly.Even a broken heart,Can be mended once again,I'll start over in my head,Let someone more trustful in.
the way we destroy ourselves.I'm sorry for every bad word that I ever said to you, I didn't know I was the one to leave a hole in your heartbecause your too afraid of being broken.I'm sorry for letting go of your hand as I lost consciousness,I should just stop breathing.I'm sorryjust for existingbecause right nowthat feels like the worst thingthat i'm doing to you.
Speechlessbroken promisesscatter the floor,lies filled betweenthe cracks in my heart.dying dreamsfleet before my eyes,as a hopeless loveends in tragedy.and I let out words,but don't make a sound.cause you've left mespeechless.you let my heartout to dry.you've ignited a match,and 'sorry' just can'tput out the flames;it's become a wild fire.and I'm watchingthe sun fade,just like you and me.
Slippingthere's a difference betweenfalling and letting go:if only gravity gave us time to choose.