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and baby wil falland baby will fall when termites eat away at the legs of her crib. where was momma? asleep, wrapped up in a blanket of insecurity, irresponsibility and with her head laid on a pillow of problems covered with a pillow case sewn together with depression medications and booze. Where was daddy? Sitting at a desk surrounded by mountains of paper work, drowning in his own stress and still downing highly caffeinated coffee laced with some drug that hasn't even been invented yet.
Baby screams in her inability to form words and lays on the floor of her room with the wooden shards of her crib around her and her binky just out of her reach. I find her just in time. It's my job to protect her, when those who are supposed to never try. Baby in one arm, and broom in the other, i sweep the room clean of all debris and any trace of how badly baby needs a normal, family. Baby has binky and is finally consoled, and falls asleep on my shoulder.
rockabye baby because i will never be a mother as
art is emotion. not pain.you know that statue of the muscular man holding the world on his shoulders? yeah the one where he has this pained look on his face, because he's trying to hold up the entire universe. i bet as soon as he picked it up, he wanted to put it right back down, but he knew he couldnt. A couple years ago i went to a museum with my parents and i saw him there. I couldve sworn i saw a tear of pure marble fall from the centuries still tear ducts. He must've been surprised to see a 13 year old girl walk over to him and hold out her arms. To take it from him. TO finally have relief. Relief from billions of people screaming at him every second to support them and hold them higher. Listen to their problems even though they would rebuff his advice. GIve him all their shit, when he never deserved it. Take him for granted and never offer to help him. Maybe a person or two would talk to him, but not for long. They would just revert back to all their typical behavior. Im surprised he never cracked. But H
hark to my heartI walk across this quad in a fog, treating the dum dum pop in my mouth like a cigar, my attempt to act tough and unaffected is obstructed by my naturally awkward physique and my obviously unhappy thoughts depicted by my oh so transparent face. i live through this day with my auras blocked by anxiety, worry, frustration, and pain. but my optimism kicks in and i pray. that it'll all be ok. and that it'll get better. i surround myself with good feelings as to support my optimism so it doesnt fade away completely. hark to my heart, dont you dare break. it'll be ok.
guess i hit rock bottom...this night wreaks of shame, infected wounds and tears of anguish. if any of those things had a specific scent that could mix to create something putrid. i take this scent unwillingly into my nostrils and look away to helplessly grope through the dark to find some kind of invisible reassurance that the pain will subside. its not like me to speak of this, but honestly i dont think ive ever felt this hurt. however, strength finds me when i find IT. i can do fine all by myself, but it dosesnt hurt to recieve a few kind words. injustice is disgusting and cruelty is horribly realistic. kindness is often in individuals but a tad rare in large groups. i dont want to speak of sad logic and all that shit because im far too optimistic for depressing poetry maybe thats why it pisses me off to read it.
just a few words..chains rust, glass shatter and i fall from the fifth floor. i hit the ground and seep through the bricks. my heart flys towards the sky and smashes the padlock that locked away my soul. the key that was once to my mind tarnishes and cracks at the freedom that my thoughts can finally keep. my body intwines with the earth to find serentiy in non-living and breathing existence.
unafraidi'll shave my head if i get cancer and tattoo on the back of my neck, "be strong" because my body betrays me, but i'll live on. i'll lay under a blanket if i get a cold because i feel under the weather, but i'll still skip above it. I'll light a candle if the power goes out and drip the wax onto the floor because i can follow the drops out the door to the light. I'll grow my wings if my skin gets burned, because something so beautiful can disguise the scorch marks and the healing process even though it has beauty within itself and beneath the pain. I'll cry upon my notebook if i feel i must let it all go, because the smeared ink provides comfort that someone somewhere is smearing red ink with their tears instead of blue. If it rains, i'll go out and play, because life is too short to be afraid of getting your hair wet. I'll play with matches because i told you that i like fire and i find joy in it turning my fingers black with carbon stains. I'll smile at you because there are not enou
you can't expect...You cannot expect me to be a disciple of the cruel and the dangerous, the follower of those who choke the life, or the sibling of one who hates the world. You cannot force a gallon of sarcasm down my throat and allow it to drip off my words. You cannot put a collar around my neck and lead me towards my own end on a leash. However. Please do not force me to walk on a tightrope shaped like a flawless arrow. I can't balance so well, so dont blame me when i let one foot step off to the side I'll have the same destination but i can't say that i wont have any scars from the trip.
You can bet that 10 years from now, that you will not find me wearing a pink apron with a steaming pie in my hands. You can bet that i'll never be a picture of a perfect suburbian wife and mother right out of a 1950's magazine. But you can bet that you'll find me with my family, still wobbling on that tightrope and having to step off of it. You knew all along that conforming was never my forte. ANd you'll smile and
my glasses brokemy glasses broke. the lenses cracked right down the middle. Guess it means i have to look at the world through my own eyes, and not through a pair of biased lenses that man made. AFter all, these blue eyes can see more than just a pretty face. i knew what was gonna happen didnt i? precisely. and i didnt need glasses to see any better than i do now. The world is the way it is. And so am i. Aint no changin the chemicals that make me this way. Go take a chemistry class. It aint possible
Darling are you still breathinHolding you here, i cannot understand how i got so lucky. I can feel you breathing, as your chest rises and falls, along with mine. I hold your hands, and kiss your fingers, trying to savor every moment that you and i share. Are you still breathing? Can you feel me when i think about you? THis inspiration i can always find when i think about you, and remember everything you told me, and every kiss we shared, and will share.
I can hear the sound of this song falling around me, like wind blowing my hair back, filling my eyes, making them tear up, these music notes falling onto my head like snow, and the lyrics wash over me like the ocean that i've never seen. I listen to it, and i hear your voice in the background saying those three words. I lay here beside you, as your arms tighten around me, and i hear you whisper in my ear those three words that we have both repeated over and over and over, because i cannot express how much of the meaning of those three wor
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braiding
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
Peaches and CreamPour me a palette of autumn peach,
blend it in the basin of almond milk,
and let it fuse into my cheeks.
Stir memories of a rustic kiss,
a solemn wooden swing.
A gush of wind and its retreat.
An ounce of rain above my brow.
The sentiment of you and me –
the eyes of burning bronze.
An instant left to cling...
...the original blush
of peaches and cream.
oh my god...im in loveperhaps i fell deeper than i understood.
But i realize more and more how hard i've fallen every day.
Talking to a friend as much in love with his girlfriend as i am in love with the very man i've spoken of in
these past two lines.
Not even hearing phil's voice, but FEELING the tone of it THROUGH this barrier that is my computer.
Feeling his love for my best friend radiate like body heat from wherever he is. I can feel the
connection, just like feeling nick's hand in mine...
When i saw them first together, i was jealous. i wanted to cry. Seeing them look into each other's
eyes. Like there was no one else in the world.
I felt a longing that i hated to feel. This frustration. THis wanting to feel like they did, and still DO.
But What happens when i fall to the concrete. In love. With a man that actually feels the same. And
he catches me. I talk about him just like phil talks about jillian. With as much love in my eyes as the
amount of tears that i want to let fall fr
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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