RelicsMore Like This
I often wonder if machines wait.
I mean, they can sit there for decades,
in the bottom of a box,
shitty, leaky batteries and all that.
If you turned one of these machines on,
is there a hesitation in the circuitry,
a moment where the machine wakes up,
something we might call shock.
Do machines want to be used?
Do they get annoyed when we
intrude on their sleep?
I sometimes find the old machines,
like a “handheld” board game
or an old, bulky calculator.
I wonder if I should power them on.
Maybe that will make them happy.
There's Never An Easy Way To Put Thisi don't want the lightMore Like This
in your eyes
to be extinguished
but there's no words i
can say that will
unbreak your heart.
EyesTurn away those stained blue stormsMore Like This
don't you ever let them slide
they leak into my blood stream
collapse my veins from the inside
Desperation There's this desperate feeling of wantingMore Like This
someone you know you can't have,
You can almost feel them getting closer,
So close that you can almost touch them,
You reach out,
And then they are once again out of your
A distance that you did not register before.
And you once again realize just how alone
Yet even though you know this,
You are stuck to them like spider webs
Dear... (Pt I)Dearest Love,More Like This
Wrap me up in a blanket,
Or give me some comfort.
Wrap me up in your arms,
Cuz I've got love and want to return the favor.
You're so so far away,
And all I want is you
Love me the way I am,
Or at least accept my flaws.
Love me with protruding bones and transparent skin,
Cuz I don't see an end.
Crave all of
Show me your soul,
Or pour out your heart.
Show me you're here,
Cuz I need someone like you more than I ever thought I would.
You're so full of
The sweetest things
Carry me to the end,
Or at least promise me you'll never leave.
Carry me to a safe place,
Cuz I can't get better here.
You're the only
Person I can trust
NothingSkipping medsMore Like This
Purging my demons
Purging food I don't deserve
Purging my soul on a piece of paper
Cutting ties with friends
Cutting calories I can't handle
Cutting myself open
Lying to my teachers
Lying to the doctors
Lying when I say I'm fine
All activities for a piece of work
All for a peace of mind I never got
All or nothing, and nothing's all I have.
I skip my meds so I can feel,
I skip eating so I can wither away,
I skip class to avoid effort.
I purge my demons but they soon resurface,
I purge my food because I can't stop failing,
I purge my soul to attempt coping the right way.
I cut ties with my friends because I'm worthless,
I cut calories simply because I am too much,
I cut myself open because it's my only crutch.
I lie to teachers about just forgetting an assignment,
I lie to the doctors when I say I don't want to hurt myself,
I lie to everyone when I say I'm fine.
These are daily occurrences,
For some reason I think it'll help,
If I destroy mysel
A Cup of HappinessSorrow is the sugarMore Like This
When happiness is the tea
Because it just makes
Every moment sweeter
Anger is the fire
That cooks this tea
Without it happiness
Would be quite cold
Fear is the lid
We put on the pot
Only trying to hide
What happiness we have
Yet this happiness is infinite
And it is sweet on it's own
In fact,it never even gets cold
So grab a cup and drink
Three Years Later.I’ve lost a piece of me.More Like This
I can never get it back. Even to this day.
I’ve tried so hard in the past to fix myself, to screw in the bolts that have come loose in my body.
But I can’t. . . The parts I require don’t exist anymore.
It’s like having sweating fingertips, holding a precious possession one minute and it suddenly slides like melted butter along the sensitive surface of your palm, you automatically drop onto your knees, frantically reaching out both of your hands to try and grab the possession in your hands in mid air but your too slow. It ends up down the drain. Gone forever.
The realization feels paralyzing to your brain, it’s such a struggle to process that the thing has gone, the feeling is strange because only seconds ago that possession was clasped as tightly as rope inside the warmth of your hands, only to disappear so easily. . .
That’s exactly how it felt like when she died.
Only a day ago she was lying as moti