Linkin Park SongsNobody's ListeningLinkin Park Songs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're all Pushing Me Away
For What I've Done
I've Given Up
Somehow I Hit the Floor
And lay In Pieces
On Valentine's Day
I try to Runaway
It's always Easier to Run
And Leave Out All the Rest
I'm Breaking the Habit
And trying to find A Cure for the Itch
But instead I go Numb
I then Wake
Finding myself One Step Closer
To A Place in My Head
In The End
I have No More Sorrow
On My December
I have found Somewhere I Belong
BreakEvenAtDowncast.I remember staring at the cracks, looking for where the rain falls through.BreakEvenAtDowncast.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those yellow walls seemed to stifle me
when my father called and told me he was sorry
And he loved me.
Tears threated my eyes with that beautiful commodity.
(No one knows the semantics behind "I love you")
I stared at the sky until the stars behind my eyes collided.
Thinking "This will never be something that keeps me awake."
(From then on, everything kept me awake.)
The bird on my window said
"Hello, my wings do not work."
I pushed him off and learned how to deal with grief.
A lady walked in and confided
"Hello, I do not feel like breathing."
I walked her to the ocean, finding out that a ship wreck has its afterglow.
And walked back Home alone.
twenty-five places at oncetwenty-five places at once10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe there is a girl somewhere with a heart that hangs out
of a hunched spine, spluttering all over like firework, like broken taps,
maybe she ties her hair back like a seven year old for reasons like:
not to smudge cells that try to hide under floorboards
and to tuck everything back inside, like something red
wound up in elastic bands that only beats
every five point two seconds
The windows do not need to be closed right now,
they empty like dirty bathtubs, organs slosh around in soil
and leave mud prints on fingers.
Maybe there is a girl somewhere who wants to wear questions
on her left breast like:
why don't you care about those freckles that re-arrange into lines
almost like scars and then coil in on themselves like wet paper
trying to find you?
And why don't you care about things like phone calls
from a mother with five star hotels and Australian summers
burning the inside of her cranium?
Maybe there is a girl somewhere that covers herself up with blankets
that have been
The Stars Were Out TonightA dark blue sky,The Stars Were Out Tonight11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting heavy on my night,
As I await a star,
The one that once shone for me.
How long I have missed it,
Loving it from afar.
Its light, its radiance,
Once filled my heart with warmth.
As I look into the vast blue sky,
I catch a glimpse,
Filling me with a familiar feeling,
One I thought had been forever lost.
My beautiful star,
I will never stop looking for you.
Evalo--Chapter 1Last night, I dreamed. I can’t even remember the dream, really, just scattered fragments. Smoothly gliding sharks in the twilight, closing in on a slender person. Big, iron cannons. Shadows moving out of sync with the three-dimensional people casting them. Excess of color, swirling.Evalo--Chapter 110 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I fidgeted in my flimsy plastic chair for the twelfth time (something was wrong if I was counting) and slumped my shoulders. Another school assembly. What was up with these school assemblies? They had them far too often, lecturing us about the same things. Wear dress code, don’t chew gum, no violence, no drugs…Apparently they thought drilling them into our spongy little youth minds would make us obey. But, judging by the restlessness of everyone else in the audience, I guessed that these kids weren’t even listening. Gosh.
I pulled out a little notepad from my pocket, unconcerned about the principal, who was getting really into his speech with expressive (and excessive) arm