Star-shot Ink"Are you gonna write poetry about me," she asked.More Like This
"you going to write about this?" -
she wanted poems and sonnets and songs -
and I had no idea if she wanted me.
If it was worth the paper it was written on.
But I gave it to her anyway because some girls
some girls deserve to have epic tales of their perfection
scrawled across their spines.
Some girls deserve bleeding the light out of a star
and turning it into ink so you can tattoo "you're fucking incredible" on their wrists so they won't forget even in the darkness - some girls deserve stars, and forgetting how to punctuate, to breathe, around them.
She makes me forget how to breathe / comma /
she makes me forget.
I gave it to her anyway;
the chaos that comes from papercuts all over
from having tried to wrestle down the stars for her:
to be a spilled, pale imitation on paper, of her.
I'll give it to her anyway
because some girls deserve poetry,
and some one has to write it, even if its only me for now,
and the pai
And There Was Lighti.More Like This
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
I Give You My WarmthIt is so different hereMore Like This
In our little atmosphere
All I can do is hang on tight
Keep on believing what is right
We've been out every night
Reaching the stars as we take flight
Holding on to you is simple my sweet
When you call, I'm there in a heartbeat
Some nights are cold, so terribly cold
And you try to take it, try to be bold
You shiver alone in the snow and rain
But I am here also to take the pain
I create a shield with my wings over you
So you can feel the warmth beneath me too
Feel the softness of my wings against your skin
Let me be your comfort, let the healing begin
For you, I give you the warmth of my wings
Forget all your sadness and all that stings
And then you gave me the warmth of your arms
So you can protect me from all that harms
Please let's make this worthwhile
I love to see you and your lovely smile
Warmth does that, it melts away sorrow
It brings light and a better tomorrow
Pretending I have wings, it's kind of silly
With my blanket over you on a night that's so chil
Til the Stars Fall From Their BedsIf you were goneMore Like This
there would be a galaxy missing in my heart.
There would be no oxygen
on the perishing earth,
there would be no more sky.
You are the glitter in the blackness.
You are the refraction of starlight
through the tear particles staining my skin,
you pierce my mind infrared.
behind without you I'd perish
there would be no more sky;
there would be no glitter in the blackness.
I would spit blood for you -
and taste the architectural dust of the andromedeic death
of what once was us until nothing was
Anniversary CONTEST!DEADLINE EXTENDED TILL DECEMBER THE 18th! JOIN!More Like This
My first "deviantART birthday" has passed and I reached 500 watchers! So let's have a contest!
Topic: Create something I could like! Just take a look into my gallery, favorites, collections and ID...
Deadline: Three month after my "birthday" on the 18th of September 2013 (May be extended.)
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