3If Death comes tonightFor me, for you, for us allWhy try to stop it?
2Wings flap, desperateTry to escape this world, theyflail frantically
4Legs, running towardsan uncertain future, bravenot knowing danger
Love is BlindUnfortunately, people are not.
LyricalFirst comment for a little girlSlightly brightening her whole worldMade up of a single word"Lyrical"She thinks, who could have written thisA hulking male machovanistWho was really very touched by it"Lyrical"Perhaps another dainty ladyInspired to write once more, just maybeOnce she puts to sleep, her baby"Lyrical"Paging through her old thesaurusLooking past the words that bore usShe thinks, My words sound like a chorus"Lyrical"Finally, epiphanyScreams, book thrown, not filled with gleeTo find out what it real means"Lyrical"
.i would shed my skinwith autumn, but my veins wouldcrack like the dry leaves
pyrrhic lamentman's final sunset,lost in embered horizons;the purge is complete.
Spiri-ku I (fr/en)Et le vent du désertsur les rêves qu'essaimentnos flammesAnd so the desert breathesover dreamsfanned by our flamesFrantz, novembre 2013.
.a lover leaving hishome for another, a sparkthat becomes a flame
MythosThe Hunter Orion's prey— a sky of fleeing stars: dawn.Chiron Sagittarius: the archer's arrow, piercing eventide.
Whispers of another lifeYour dress is a ball gown,an upside-down rose petal;those inverted flowersmake half of my garden:I'll make you a bouquetof dark red, and lavender;a dress for warm evenings,our hot nights.Eyes like watered wine,refined, and intoxicating;decanted, measured,inviting and poisonous:You've corrupted me, dear,but slowly, carefully;hazel depths, inviting,deep amber alcohol.A thousand grains of sand,gritty and gravelly, imperfect;nothing feels farther fromyour skin touching mine:Velvet and silk and corduroy,these things of delicacy;every inch of you, satin smooth,elegant suede and swan feathers.Lazy days, shaded porches,iced tea and lemonade;respite that comes from your lips,conversations and intimations:Down below your surface,your flowers, toxins, and chiffon;whispers of another life,lived apart from me.
A ThoughtThe best art is madeBy those who care not for fame,But who love their craft.In a perfect world,The Bard's name is a secret,But his tale is known.
CruxI’m only sure of two things:I still carry pieces of your cross on my back andlilies were your favorite flowerThose last three months-A silent drive home from the mallpurse full of stolen makeupDinners with my family where no onebothered to make the conversionEndless hours spent looking at paint samplesand I was smart to not buy the brushesThe line at the liquor store blendedwith the lines on the roadAt the same time with youwithout youThen it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.The mother stood by the calf’s bodylong past nightfalland I stood by yourslong after thatWas this what we meant when we said forever?
You didn't dare.She smiled,but it was fake.She laughed,but she's about to break.She reached out,but no one came,tried to fake it,but the pain stayed the same.This girl, she called to you,but you didn't care.Something told you to help,but you didn't dare.What would the others say?The ones who called her a freak.They may taunt or shun you,so you choose not to speak.Then she decides to leave.Because no one wants her here.You'll never see her cry.She'll never shed another tear.
Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.Memory here, an item there.Fade them away to darkness.Making room for the light.The past can’t hold me.I’m letting go.Flying now.Runningfree.
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,To rise so much higher than fate will allow.A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.The size of my deed will reflect my ego,Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,I defy you to crush my wings!In defiance I scream at my fate;"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Why?Maybe I'm happy,Maybe I'm sad.I feel so alone,Yet I've been with people all day.I feel so unloved,Yet I know I have people who love me.I can't talk about these feelings.I can't open up when the door is locked.And the key is lost.I want to inspire,But I just recieve empathy.I want to die,But I keep on breathing.I feel so confused, lost and all alone.The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.I don't want someone to understand.I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the end“i know you,” he says.and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks likehe's a boy who may one day realize how muchhe cares for you, so you cut him off and say,“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”“well, yeah, minus those.”“then you don’t know me at all.”and then you tell him,i love you. but you don’t use those wordsbecause those are taboo. are jinxed.are knock on wood three times fast.instead you press him in a hug and say,i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understandthat this is the first time you ever cared for somethingenough to try and fix it after you hurt it.you hope he doesn’t ever realize what you’re sayingand his response will always be ‘what for?’ becauseif he figures out he loves you nothing changes.he’s just going to be in love with a corpse, a memory,a pair of trigger happy hands,
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenThe ones you forgot about.So don't be too surprised when weStart to scream and shout.We are the living, the dyingThe ones you all put down.But you'll know who we are when weRun this goddamn town.We are the corpses, the maggotsThe ones you all despise.But you'll be the ones scared when weExpose all your lies.We are the hunted, the lostThe ones you all spurn.But you'll cry for our help when weLeave you all to burn.We are the losers, the winnersThe ones that you deny.But you'll be the ones damned when weHear the angels cry.
because i have toimpaled& wreaking havoc on theseyoung bonesmore than endorphins &planes out of controlpretending that ifnot-so-masochisticallyi--p a r a l y z e d:a manifestationinstilled in bedsheets& ghosts
the words do not come.i am told to writefrom my heart, but i cannotfind it in my chest.
Light upon her skin.I want to beIn love with someoneAnd watch the lightDance on the tips of her skin.Like the sea,I'll be the ebb,And she'll be the flowMoving together in perfect rhythm .I want that feelingOf confusing, alternating, maddeningLove to fill me from withinAnd to know how it feels,To hear the words –
1The moon and the starsAre extremely lovely, butYou are much brighter