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Experience is Everything and NothingEverything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Let Go Hold OnEverything that matters or should matter let it goEvery person that ever loved you or will love you let them goEvery dream or wish you've ever had let them all goEvery wrong you never corrected just let goEvery hurt you ever felt or will know let them goEvery joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all
goGiving up is easyBut holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care forIs what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
Master The ImpossibleMaster The ImpossiblePay complete attention to nothingand pay no attention to everything.And if you can do both at the same time,then you've managed to master the impossible.
All of These ChangesIt was a big day and a little day.Something's didn't really change at all,and something's changed very little,and something's changed in a really big way...but all of these changesare for right now temporary until things change again.To put it any simpler than this, changes were madeand changes for right now were made...but to just call them changes would be best then tocall them good or bad changes at all.I suppose that there's many positive ways at looking at today,but for right now the best thing that could be said about today is thatit's over and tomorrow looks much more hopeful than today had managed to be.
skinny lovegave into skinny lovesneaking shy smilestrying his best not tokiss her wine-stained lips…& myhow she makes you happygive her more to drinkhow she loves her rum & cokeand she’d really like to dancewhile he’s never soberfrom her sweet lovestill in skinny lovewaiting to hold hertrying not tolook into her eyesthey’re too lovely…& myoh how you make her smilejust a little more to drinkalways has rum & coke to sparenever unsoberfrom her sweet, sweetskinny love.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldto slice through the thickestof scar tissue this evening.Let all my inner demonsfall to the floor& write them outin my own black blood.It’s not red anymore,even though needles& the bruiseslaid out like war-landson my armssay otherwise.I don’t think it ever was,honestly.Therapeutic,they said.My mind is a messof free versed insecurities,cat’s eye marbles,& untamed forest fires-but,I still don’t have the nerveto slice open my skin& bleed for her.
the heart of a quiet girlbrown skin matches such raven hair& so it hangs frail like autumn leavesshe drips sorrow holdingviolet felt cosmos in her eyescarries herself so stiff& some wonder why she is so quiet(for that is her strongest sound)
when i had seasons in little handsto dance without the patter of rainwas the summer within its sun to holdcrept in a song of stars
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,i have thissudden urge to cutmy hair.most of the time,i just wish I were anythingother than me.a rocket ship, a bird-the sweet flavored smokeI promised my girlfriendthese briar patch lungswould not in.hale.instead,i have fallen in lovewith the strangest of things-eyes that intimidategodless boys.the way my scarsplay hide and seekwith her hands. -the love lettersthat start and endwith kissespressed against limbs.i make promisesi know i can not keep.but if i were a liari would say i was tiredof writing to the stars.
For you, no more.I have spentmost of my life holding my breathabove the waves,just in casethey break me downmid-scream.And I have spentmost of my life drowning in lovefor hearts too full to home me,propping myself up with cardboardpromises and sorry tarpaulins.And I have spentmost of my life living for otherpeople; a doormat for woes andloneliness; a spare body in theirbed at night.Now,I say no more.
HateI hate youbecause I love youI hate youbecause you were my friendI hate youbecause I trusted youI hate youbecause you leftI hate myselfFor letting you go
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,bury your fairy godmother.it's time for you to grow up now, you'reno peter pan.forget never never land.stars are just burning balls of gas that areslowly running out of time- they can'thear your wishes.cast aside your dr. seuss books like you willlater cast aside your bibles.after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.life will teach you that.grace, you were born into a roleonly a very strong girl can play.see, society will hate you for beingwhat they don't want to believe.surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.stop being fascinated with the sky,you'll never go there.keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourselfbefore you help another.your brain is more logical than your heart,therefore take your instructions from it.promises can be broken as easily as can be made.do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-and if you only have one piece of armor,defend your back from the people you trust the most.and grace
I wish I had more time..I was going to send this in a note in private to you.. but then I thought. Why should I hide these feelings and thoughts from the world? I am not ashamed or embarassed by my feelings So although I don't have any beautiful lines of poetry to make your heart melt and sing with joy and I don't have any dazzling gifts to give you. I will do my best to make my ordinary every day words do the same.I was thinking of you today; how your smile warms my heart.. and how your laugh makes me smile. How I get lost in your eyes each time I look into them, how your voice calms the storms in my heart and quiets the voices in my head. Because when you speak, You have my full attention and nothing will break it. Because there is nothing more important in my world than you. Nothing at all.And while lost in my thoughts for you, I couldn't help but wonder..How long will we be together?Will we be happily married?Will we have children together?Long walks and talks about our lives?Romantic even
The PromiseYou promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regretYour eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the sky.You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.The bell will toll an exaltation, before we paint the ground deep red.I'll whisper back the words you spoke upon our midnight flight:"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."I'll ghost a kiss across your lips, to steal your final breathThen look into your candle-eyes, and s
Dinner In a TombShe always did love pomegranates.She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed."Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face."I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
Ghost LoverI'm holding myself back,I am not going anywhere in life.I have no direction at all,No wind propelling my sails;Everything is deathly quiet.He's nowhere to be seen,I can't be with him physically,Strong water separates us.At times I feel I'm waitingFor him to break my heart.Empty promises like before,Everyone else is doing so muchBetter than what I've done.Some are married with childrenWhile I haven't got that at all.The distance is suffocating me;No guidance, no acceptance andCertainly no chance in us.Why am I holding tightly ontoA relationship that isn't there?There's no way of being together,We're just merely fooling ourselvesInto believing what is not true.I know he is not welcomed andHe has nobody's approval anymore.I sometimes yearn for more,Actually holding someone in my armsAnd to be able to see them each day.He is never going to provide meWith that choice no matter what.Everything is not going to plan,Everyone is telling me he has to go.He was eng
Poets Always Lieambrosial fabrications areeasier to swallow down whenincandescence is a blessing bestowedonly upon those with silky tongues.deceptions are beautifulin the right wordsbecause they are salvation, like arapture, they save the sickly,self-indulgent souls from thosetragedies they used to write on the insidesof childhood notebooks about whothey could never be [themselves]they rescue them from tremulouscorners and closets, hideawayswhere they've grown too akin tothe demons they nurse; and dragthem into a land beautiful enoughto wear light as a second skin(where lies are never discussedbut always shared)clandestine deceitsare so much more comfortingthan the absoluteness of realitybecause self-resentment is asnatural as a heartbeat to thosewho were born breathing andabhorring and denying all from onesteady gasp of what the existent worldhad to offer to themback then their eyes opened, andtheir fingers fumbled, born, they realizedthe world wasn't as pretty as promi
Rape VictimFractured heartBeyond emotional repair;All that I feel is aChill within my soul.The mere image of youLingers like a strong stench.Must you always be soObnoxious and unforgiving?Not only do you enslave me, youStrike me down to the floor.The bruises glows neon blue,Enforcing your supreme conquest;Raping me again and again.
Staying for the Seasonyou were bornof a broken cradlewhere no one taught youhow to breatheyou need the starslike nourishment, butthey just don't feelthe sameyou live like a heart attack,an insufferable shuddering,a socially aware illness withoutthe will to pull throughit's a sad truth when welook up in the mirror, andonly see ourselves-but it's okay.write it on the walls, it'sokay, you just need alittle more sleep.(wake up. it's nearlyDecember and you'realready dead.)
only.Times like these joy seems so simple to me, just the thought of you lights my way.It is just enough to know you are there for me.When ever i may need you.Though i will always need you..You may not know it my dearbut you take my breath away with every little thing you do.From a simple look.To the simplest touch..It all means so much.you may never understand just how much you really affect me.All the words i could think of would not be enough to explain how i feel,I strive to be amazing in every possible way just for you.I know i would be lost without you, so please don't go anytime soon.I want to love you for aslong as you can stand me.You are my one and only.
Deliverancean angel drifts at the edge of the skywith dwindling wings, she murmurs 'genesis'and extends her fingers to tryand catch the pieces of a broken world"sometimes we just need to burnto have a way to light up the night"the ground collapses upwards, and theclouds come tumbling down-- the starsawake and smile, they set fire todesiccate all blinded faiththe masses watch on; glazed eyes,broken spines, excised tongues-- theyare seduced by the twinkling lights"destruction breeds beauty andit seems to go both ways"as the day decays, their time shattersuntil those knuckle-dragging foolsfind broken moment shrapneldeep within their fleshand the oceans scream out,washing over their wounds to proveit can never happen again"if you have guilt, don'tyou think you might deserve it?"the moon eclipses and the angeldecides the battle was lostlong before it beganshe kisses the remnantsof a forsaken land, tenderly"in the end,we alldiealone"
Bacon and EggsBacon and EggsIf I should ever live to seeThe end of the world by one hundred and threeAnd know the sound that it makesWhen it breaksI hope it sounds like bacon and eggs.