11:47roses are red
violets are blue
compliments mean nothing
when coming from you.
don't tell me i'm skinny
don't call me fat
just acknowledge i'm human
and leave it at that.
i nearly disposed of
and i still have to wake
up, caked in a layer of
unfeeling burn marks, just
to be swallowed by crowds
of ignorance again.
just because i'm not
coughing up a lung
doesn't mean i'm not
sick, and if you won't
help me slay this monster
by giving me over to a
hospital for souls, it's your
own damn fault i'm never
love notes vol. Ii.Darling, I've spent hours trying to cage indescribable
atmospheres behind clean, cold words. I've made dreams
with nameless lovers under foreign, tangled covers.
But even imagined hearts could never taste like yours.
ii.As I pass the flowers in the ditch, I catch your voice
in their hues. The sun fades the pines into a vintage
photograph, like tea flooding the forest, and I feel
the ghost of your hand rest in mine. In the golden
shadows of dead trees I can still make out the imprint
of your lips on my soul.
iii. I will sit forever, writing love letters in invisible ink,
till an address finally falls into my lap. For I would
swim the milky way if it meant I could fall into your
flanned embrace on the other side.
iv. Whenever a doubt comes into your mind remember that
weeds flower just the same as the ornate blooms kept in
glass boxes. I see your imperfections but do not chalk them
up to your entire being.
Galaxies in CoffeeI swear that there were galaxies swirling
in the cup of coffee I drank this morning
(The milky way was mixed
with milk and sugar)
And I swear that stars dot
your face like freckles
when you smile,
and that stardust is tangled in your hair
and is in your glittering eyes
But sh, darling,
don't say that isn't true.
Don't say a word and
as long as you're silent,
I'll paint it in for you
And you'll become my sun
and I will become a planet that
revolves around the you who
has become my creation
until I get sick of the taste
i didn't make itFaster.
I've got to run faster.
I’ll never make it if I don’t run any faster.
It is times like these that I wish I was blessed with the speed of Hermes. But I am duly reminded every time my feet pound against the pavement that I am not. It was just a few minutes ago that I was at the park laughing and talking with my friends. Then a thought suddenly stuck me, and I asked my friend what day it was. She said that it was Friday. I felt a deep pain in the bottom of my gut.
Isobel was at home. She was alone.
I told my friend this. Her eyes became cloudy with despair, and she whispered the word I was already telling myself.
My breath is slowly becoming labored, and my legs are aching, screaming for me to stop, but I push myself to keep going, to keep running.
It’s Friday and Isobel is at home alone.
The thought keeps bouncing in mind, bonking the barrie
maybemake sure you bury the light
where you put it,
and i don't know
why i'm writing this.
maybe it's because i want you to be able to
in and out
so maybe you can understand,
but now i know
that i don't know
why oxygen keeps me alive
or how neurons are working,
hand in metaphorical hand,
to get me to write this
or why gravity
is pushing my shoulders ever downward.
i don't know a lot of things.
i don't know
why the juice i drank an hour ago
made me feel like it was scotch,
or why the string quartet
always makes me cry
or why i painted my nails
lavender and grey
but i can guess.
oxygen is magic.
neurons are actually little people
working to make me happy.
gravity hates me
and wants to see me suffer.
that juice was just that damn good.
the string quartet guys
were actually a huge hidden part
of that movie's emotional appeal.
lavender and grey are just my
and maybe some things
leave my veins
right in this minute
if i wanted to
and oh man,
i can feel my
in my chest
me away to sea
like everyone else
i had thought
ScarsI am defined by scars beneath the flesh
Despite my struggles there is no release
I am controlled by a grasp superior to that of the body
I am free of tethers, of ropes, and of chains
Despite the distance of I have travelled, I see you everywhere, in everything
There is no weight upon my shoulders but a heaviness I cannot shake
I am troubled with burdens past my years
While my skin shines of youth, my heart is plagued with darkness
I have been placed in a world of innocence in which I no longer belong
What you have taken has worth beyond a price
My eyes are no longer bright, my heart no longer light, and my hands no longer clean
You are haunting me with a promise I cannot keep
A TestShe sits
They hadn’t meant it
Simply got distracted
Forgot she was talking
Forgot she had been smiling
While she told them, what had seemed
To her anyways
But it was only accidental
No harm intended
That’s why she gave them this chance
And she waited
But they forget
Forget she had been speaking
And never ask her to start again
To finish the story
She was trying to share
They must not have cared much
While she had been telling them
They always do
Nobody ever passes the test
So she crosses them off
Her list of people
Whom she will speak to
At least about the important stuff anyways
And sits and waits
Wondering if anyone will ever pass the test
Besides the people in her head
They wonder why children make up imaginary friends