-six word story-kiss me till my sadness melts
Gluei left your sorry assto decay in the dustbecause my arms hurtfrom carting aroundall the glue it tookto fix you.
Polar Oppositesi lay here in solitudedrowning in liquid powderwhile he wandersthrough flakes of mercurymaybe i'm too frozen for him to recover
Endlessi could talk to youuntil my throat bledfrom all the sharp cornersof every wordand i'd listen to your voiceuntil the suncircles the moon.and then some
twothese scars will meltwith time, but the emotionsare forever branded tothe hour that birthed them andthe strangers they belong to
11:47roses are redviolets are bluecompliments mean nothingwhen coming from you.don't tell me i'm skinnydon't call me fatjust acknowledge i'm humanand leave it at that.
Still Oxidizinglast nighti read theobituariesand when i sawyour name wasn't deaddecaying or rustingrotting in a forestmingling with a pile ofashes, i realizedyou really couldlive without me
Identityi am aquixotic beingaddicted to wordsthe taste of summerand misery
Ghostsin the pivotof a single minutei shrugged off a years worth ofwar scarsheart attacksburning eyesand lonely ghosts
Exit WoundsI followed an impulse to the forestand was rewarded with somethingband-aids can't heal.Now my thoughtsare staining the dirt.At least they aren't important.
What I Gave YouI gave you my timeAnd you wasted itI gave you my loveAnd you ignored itI gave you my heartAnd you broke itI gave you my soulAnd you lost itI gave you my lifeAnd you sent me to Hell
fe(b)r(u)a(ry)today i stared atdeath, who waspainted the colour ofa young man.his blood didn'tcirculate with minebut i was sewn intothe black likeeveryone else.i was surrounded bythe bloody remains of ascreaming car crash, andpeople's thoughts were gaspingfor air in the snowalong with man-madesnowflakesi always thought the firstfuneral i'd attendwould bemy own
Love Is...Love Is...For PuabiLove...Is not just a wordNot just an emotionLove is a whole experienceA new, seldom truly discovered worldIt reveals its many splendours in the heartsOf those in LoveNeither she nor I could realize thisUntil that moment came to usOnce it cameWe desired to be nowhere else
sixhe plucked six white rosesfor meand even though they'll diein a week,it's matchless to any other gifti've received
tenI've politely declined deathfor maybe the seventh timebut he's a rather persistentfellow; he never lets myfingerstray toofar fromthe trigger
Suicidal Tendenciescourage doesn't comefrom the fibers you'reborn with. You aren'tbrave when you decideto be.when you wakeup in the bedsmeared with yourown self destructionand you act as thoughyou aren't crumblinginto the carpet.or when you holda piece of shrapnelto your veins andwant to sever every lastone, but you throw itout the window.or when you standon the sunsetwith clouds straddlingyour mind and yourwhole existence readyto hurl itself over therailing, but you limphome and through the screendoor and pretend to walkon air again.That is bravery.
how to take someone for granted (instructions).i. when the weight of the world is on their shoulders, leave them be.when the heaviness transfers to you,expect their sympathy.ii. goodnight cuddles and kisses add a nice touchto a relationship; it is far too muchfor them to ask you to listen.too much time is wasted, you see.iii. yes, when they are curled up crying with their blanket or duvet or whatever instead of you for warmth, you know you're doing well.they are beginning to tellthat you only want them for your own need.iv. endless messages flood your phone. inbox. voicemail. letterbox. they want you but you are not there.you don't care. congratulations - you're not too attached.v. now it's the time to find someone newto bend-over-backwards and jump through hoops for you.she has gone crawling to someone else for support and is trying to forget your existence.and just how do you feel about that?
Apocalypsei remember when you took my hand andslipped me into a world alonei shake the gravity from my hair and dipinto the shadow of baking clouds andinverted meteor showersa creamy apricot sunset surfs overstill-silenced flesh and quenches quellsthem before erasing them from existencewe're sunken like the houses in which wecreep, bracing the hearth against fading spiritswe're sunken but we rise againstyour world is swooped into a nightshade ofwoodblock and still-silencemouths are wrenched open a maw, a void andeverything is thrown into a juggernaut of grit
Call Me Anything...Call me ugly,But I'm beautiful within.Call me a geek,But I'll get a future.Call me a freak,But I am unique.Call me unpopular,But I have real friends.Call me anything,But I'm a human being. I am me,and YOU cannot change that.
Metaphors You cut my Gordian knot, Unravelling me too. I was impossible And yet was solved By you and only you. I was the Cretan Labyrinth Containing my Minotaur. You were my Theseus Who slayed my demons And left me with nothing to live for. I slit my throat with Occam’s razor and cut too close to the bone. My simple assumption proved incorrect And I am left alone.
.all we are is cheapmetaphorsgoldfish drowning inthe ocean, birds that forget how toflap their wings, mid-flight
.she became a seabed noanchor could grip, with ahabit of turning everythinginto a shipwreck
CompassionYour compassion astounds me,Your eyes warm my heart.Your enthusiasm emboldens meAnd your laughter cheers me.Your smile turns my grey skies to blue and sunny.Your heart is warm and full of joy.You are what haunts my dreams.You cause me to lose sleep.You make me laughAnd you make me cry.But there are a few things you’ve taught meBefore I die.Always wear my heart on my sleeve.If I’ve got something to say then shout it from the rooftops.Never give up and always keep fighting.These things will never leave me.We have never met, and we never will.But always know that my heart is with you.And I will always remember..."To have compassion for a character is no different from having compassion for another human being.” ~Tom Hiddleston
Broken and despisedLittle girlOnce so inocentNow broken to the coreOf her very beingHer once free mindNow trapped in a nightmareHer once pure heartShattered into tiny piecesHer once hopeful soulOverwhelmed by darkness and despairAnd no one noticesBecause she hides her scarsUnder long sleevesBecause she hides her painBehind a fake smile...
I Don't KnowI don't know,the size of the stars,or the color of my veins,because so many times they've been rearranged,I don't know,what being happy feels like,or why i cant sleep at night,because of the thoughts that have taken the reins,all I know,is that when I go,you will never find me.
I RememberI remembertrusting youtelling you my secretyou saying you wouldn't tellI rememberignoring the signsshould've listenedto the ringing of the bellI rememberwishing it wasn't trueand placing all my hopeson coins in a wellI rememberyou braking my trustin the end you only ever saw meas something you could sellI rememberit all coming outdon't you know how muchit hurt when I fellI'll always remembertelling them your secretit's only fair after allsee you in hell
InfiniteWe’d make a beautiful constellation,You and I –shivering galaxies that may implodebut who keep expanding,still hiding in gravitational lensesof sheer splendor -a thousand and one stars;we could wish for personalsor companyor maskless paradeswithout crippling facades-not nameless but known.You and I,we could be brighterthan the sun.
Hookedhe got attachedlike velcrobut iwas fused to himwith super glueso whenhe pulled awayit stung me harder