I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorrybecause these slender, spider fingersache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,emily. i notice you write everything in caps. ( have i ever told youhow much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )you are screaming to the world, quietly.but we, we are mid-morning whispersover stale, back room coffee,silent eyes, and window pane love.these hearts were runaways once;hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.you shared pieces of yourself with me then,emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.you were a gargoyle under the heatof july summer. evenings were our playground;rose garden beasts lingering in feverish night.
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsawakening with ink stained sheetsfrom nights I can't remember,meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.And this cigarette between my fingertipstaunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fireand I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollowunafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.I've felt it all before.I'm washing away the ink with homemaderemedies. Like it never was;Like I never was.But there is love on my arms nowsmirking and itching away at me.I'll claw it out a hundred times overbecause remembering youthat is worse than self-inflicted injury.
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryit makes me sick,rose scented stars & love.No.Her: helpless as a lamb,I want raw, achingbone against boneexploring the exposed, nakedpoetry of her universe-( warm, celestial hands forging sandcastle ribs. )Southern earth beneath her feet,wanderlust burned like Apollo's touchinto her spinal cord, please awakenthe empty space between her skin& mine.
Short TalkI don't even know what I'm trying to find.I'm just trying to fill this emptiness inside.
We bleedEvery humanBleeds identicalCrimson tears.
TimepieceThis cohesion staggers Some form of mechanized calligraphy,And all my wordsStop.About-face, and this body becomesA machine,A factory, a virus.Typing my tongue into these pages:My pen in the ink cartridgeAnd my soul sterilized.Without my heart,I am two pulses awayFrom becoming a titanium clock.
State of RegretMy hair is nothing more than drab attached to my scalp,My stomach engulfed in this burning hunger,And my eyes losing life with an urge to sleep,And the method to satisfy thirst has become unfamiliar to me,I just lay upon the carpeted floor,I stare in the direction of the ceiling,The fan spinning it's blades to conceive new and chilling air,The coldness floating downwards and embracing the skin of my body,And I still am emotionless with no movement,The memories and thoughts that hate me so,Have come back to dissolve my only being,I want to erase them from my mind,I know I am to keep them with me for all eternity,But I can't help but want to end them,There is no way to end them,An emotion snaps a trigger in my brain,I jump at the sudden stimulation,And I clutch my skull,And I moan out loud in my deepest frustration,I do not want this,Is what my mind is saying within this state,And I grit my teeth as I am seething,I roll over in a quick manner to lay on my side,The
I Am A GirlI am a girl.Boys do not define me.I am as strong as a thunderbird,Golden winds flapping above the savage sea.Waves rise from the ocean and reach high,Stretching icy fingers that catch.Soaring high to defy,The deadly waves, unscathed.I am a woman- stubborn as a goat.Men do not rule society.We stand as proud oaks,Living amongst the maples in equality.Long limbs stretch wide,Mingling and interweaving.Lives intertwined, never to divide,With love strong and sincere, undying.I am a girl.Boys do not define me.I am as strong as a thunderbird,Golden winds flapping above the savage sea.
Already GoneThey look at her and seeQuiet and oddShe seems okBut peel back a layer of skinand meet the person who likes to know peopleWho likes to talk and laughWho likes to joke aroundThen you find a rip in that layerPeel it backand you find a girl who likes to listen to musicWho breathes it and it is her very LifeWho listens and learnswho feels it in her soulWhat next in this girlas you look even deeperYou find someone who is like a elementary school childchasing butterfliesand skinning her kneesYet you look in her eyesand you see worryyou see sadnessso you pry a little deeperand find anxietyIt shakes her to her very bonesyet no one knowsno one caresso she hides itpushes it deep downnear another layer thatfuels anxiety as anxiety fuels itYou look at the next onetrying to place a namebut its darklike you fell into an endless pita personal hellAnd then it hits youit's depressionthe partner in crimeit's easier to hideshe hasn't been ok all this timeyou just n
Those GirlsI look at them, talkingI see them looking back.They act best friends foreverYet friendships what they lack.A lot of girls would giveAnything to be themBut all you have to do is lookAnd then you'll truly see them.Cause with those girls, those girlsThey say their all best friends.But with those girls, those girlsTheir friendships always end.And it's those girlsWho will never, never knowJust what it's likeTo be free.I know what they think of meThey think that I'm insane.Cause I don't want to be themDon't want to feel that pain.They give me their evil eyesBut I don't really care.They do all these horrible thingsAll I can do is stare.Yes it's those girls, those girlsThey'll say their your friend to.But it's those girls, those girlsI know what they really say about you.And it's those girlsWho will never, never knowJust what it's likeTo be freeAnd their the ones who'll probably bePregnant at sixteen.If that's the price you have to payDon't want to be Prom Qu
Haiku (of sorts)The city has itsown diseasebut I like lovebeneath the trees.
Days and BoysSome day,Some boy,Will look at me adoringly,Kiss me passionately,Murmur I love you in my earHug me close like nothing else matters,Some day,Some boy,But before all of that
Some day,Some boy,Will look at me with lust in his eyes,Kiss me roughly,Murmur sweet nothings in my ear,Pull me close just cause he can,Some day,Some boy,But later
One day,One boy,Will look at me like Im a prize,Will want to kiss me forever,Tell me he loves me for everyone to hear,Wants to keep me, marry me,That will be the day,That will be the boy.
Be at peaceWhere do I standwith my heartsitting in your hand?Broken into piecesStitched back togetherby your lies and our broken tiesengraved in bonebroken by stoneI'll waittill you fallfrom that damned thronetill you get thrownfrom your high horseJudgment dayyours will comeIts written in stoneAs we break you bone after boneand you fallon your kneesunforgivenbe at peace
Dressed In BlackDressed In BlackI am proud to wear blackSo there's no going backI have discovered the inner meNow I know my true identityNo more fighting blues and depressionNo need for violence or aggressionThe darker side of my beingHas revealed other ways of seeingA community of friendsWhose concern never endsEnveloped by darknessAnd a world of kindnessIt seems that the outsiders of societyHave stolen my dark soul in its entiretySo welcome the new dayI have found a different way
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i. these god-hands are barbwire's, snagging & scarring everything they touch.ii. black tongue bleeding sweet ichor along the guarded walls of skeletal frames.iii. 'i want to taste heaven. it rests there, just beneath your bones.'iv. he is a god dog made of scythes & scalpels, sewn together with weak thread.v. and she is a borrowed tree. lips that beg, & limbs that snare will carry him to his grave.vi. 'shh, my sweet- close your eyes, & i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
My timeTakeEverything you breakAnd shove it at meThen screamLeaveJust go ahead and LeaveYou were someoneI could never needI could never leadWait for meEven with damage you've causedI forgave youI can't hate youPlease don't hate meKick me downdown on the groundAnd right out the doorrip my heart outand throw it on the floorDon't apologizedon't say you won't do it againyou take what you needyou leave what you breakYou wait until I come backand then Kick me downshut UpListen to me this timeBecause I'm not saying it againYou had your timeNow I'll have mine
HellLoveNothing but a lieLonelinessForever until you dieEmptinessAlways fills your soulHeartNever to be wholeDepressionSaturating your mindHopeNot a glimmer to findDespairIn your stareHell... You're already there.