Paper knights.She sings just to know how she's dying,Paper knights.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She prays to a god who's not there.
She dreams of a day without crying,
She longed for a teaspoon of care.
He screams just to know how he's living,
He swears to the god he believes.
He hopes for a day without giving,
He wished to not be deceived.
She is only human, you know, can't you see?
The very girl that I daily pray to be.
She is the coward, brave enough to be weak,
The one who gave up on existence so bleak.
He is no more a god than you,
Vulnerable to the colour blue.
He can't be blamed in lonely death,
Suffered enough, fin'lly at rest.
The tale of two souls, so easily envied;
By only those who can no longer be…
Bothered to smile and to laugh and to write,
In ink and blood, on lucid paper [k]nights.
Valentineroses have thornsValentine7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and violets turn brown,
hearts get torn
and ships go down
apples go rotton,
strings will break,
words are forgotten-
we make mistakes
sunrise to sunset,
twilight to dawn,
we cannot stop it-
life goes on
smiles are sticky,
sunshine can burn,
love can be tricky-
some never learn
Roses you hand-picked
Decay into ground,
None of its perfect-
Make me feel sick,
Once out of batteries
youre just a dick
meaning is twisted,
trust is used,
humans are flawed,
beauty is pain,
self is a god,
my loss is your gain
love cant be trusted
for action we lusted
and sealed our fate...
I guess by all this, what Im trying to say
is Im thinking of you on this Valentines day
Ive no perfumed hearts and no roses of white-
no, I wrote you a valentine
fairytales.There's a sad little heart,fairytales.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within a sad little girl.
Sewing needles and bitterness are tearing her apart.
She's lonely, she's cold.
She's left out in the dark and she can't find her way home.
'Missing, defenceless, unprepared' is all the newscasters say,
hiding behind counterfeit pretences of composure and indifference.
Don't believe everything you hear –
the television always lies.
Monochrome images disguise emotions,
not to be seen.
Just a pretty face.
That's all that counts.
And that's why they don't look for her anymore.
The search is called off,
ended years before it began.
Decades, centuries even.
She's more alone now than ever,
and yearns to be more together,
regretting false promises made
a short year before.
Promises to whom?
Not to herself, or the one that mattered.
Vows to those who ran away.
Fictitious assurances which should never have been spoken aloud.
She was embarrassed, that is all.
And now, finally, she can admit it.
But now, she fears she is too late.