Feathers Of A TreeThey used their heartsMore Like This
To reel in your memories.
They clenched their hands
Around your body and wrung
Out all the evil spirits.
They listened to your screams
But did not cease,
For fear of loosing you.
They let me sit beside you
With my knees pressed to the hard,
They hushed me when the flashing
Lights frightened me.
They broke my feeble grasp
On your heart, rushing you into the ambiance.
They calmed me when I noticed the
Deathly clammy texture to your skin and the
Monotone dead line announcing your fate.
But nothing could take away those memories.
ElementsSometimesMore Like This
Your eyes burst into
And then Sunday rolls around
And they are dosed in pure water.
Something I can't get my hands on.
A faux so fake that your own
Daughter wasn't stupid enough
To use it.
Your hair turns into
Streams of blue water.
You complain that your hair is always
In your face
Because hair ties aren't of any use.
Elastic doesn't hold water at bay.
Sometimes the top faces of your cheeks
Slowly turn white.
With every passing hour the blood
Flowing through your body
Until only a trickle is keeping you alive.
Sometimes I mistake you for a
You're not my mother.
Let Me GoWithin a hallow oakMore Like This
Lives a girl shut off from
Lips the hue of apples,
And eyes miles deep.
Down are those retched thoughts.
Behind her facade
Protecting an underwater kingdom
Don't mistake her smile for
The smirk that graced her lips two seconds ago.
Even the most beautiful.
The most innocent can become insane.
Between life and death.
Black and white.
Dawn and night.
Lies a woman wrapped around herself
In the winters cold.
Her voice will be the one singing
At your funeral.
The breath from her throat
Operating your hearse.
Lips as red as blood
To rip the ground open to make room for
Finally, the red bow untied from around her neck
Is placed upon the ground
As your only grave marker.
The wind will soon blow it away.
Honey BeeWhere is your heartMore Like This
Is it rejoicing to the sound
Of it's own suffocation?
Or dose it throb to be sitting side by side,
Your thigh pressed flush against mine
And the erratic tap dance lessons
Pattering against your ribs.
Because in reality, your ribs are the stage
And your heart,
The tap dancer.
Come sit with me.
There will be no use of syllables or brains,
We don't need those here.
It will only be two people who came into the world
As a whole
And we're never meant to be separated.
For lack of a better phrase, we're two peas in a pod.
Where have your feelings wandered off to
This windy, spring day?
Have they gone off to dance with bees that are always in a hurry
To return home?
Will their hands be sticky with honey when they get home?
Or maybe, a film of guilt will reside in their hearts.
For spring has sprung and gone
And their thoughts follow a dark path.
A path full of nights so cold not even the highest ray of sunlight
Could warm our frozen toes.
Electric CosmeticsI am but a glass doll.More Like This
My senses have been clipped from the
Circuit breakers dispatching information.
Radio waves cling to the simple
Meaning that I have brown hair
And porcelain features.
So if you say I'm ignorant
And my fingertips can't feel the beating there
When I press my thumb and
Four-finger against my wrist,
Please enlighten me.
Why would my hearts beating patters
Have anything to do with my new-found ignorance?
You pat my hand.
Your hands wear white, musty gloves.
The perfume that hugs the outside wall of your body
Makes the inside of my nose tingle
Like I'm about to sneeze.
But it doesn't come.
Like everything else in my life, if waits for me at a bus stop
In the middle of the night,
And while the icy chill creeps around its bones
And cups its heart,
I pay it no head.
Because I will eventually find the courage
To be informed.
LacesMoon like white sand-dollars.More Like This
A fierce wind storms through,
Backwards and inside-out.
Revolving in pinwheel formations,
Caressing the faces of your cheeks.
It weeps for you.
For your soul.
That purest form of nature
Calling home the inside cavities of
RemindedCurls of fireMore Like This
Caress her skin
Of cream and peaches.
Lips the same hue of a cherries
Eyes like embers floating upwards
In the dark sky.
She holds no stronghold on the world,
Yet every heart belongs to her.
Every breath weighted and countered.
Filling her lungs to their greatest
It's amazing how much two little
Pocketfuls of life will do for you.
With a simple flush of burning cheeks,
She walks down an empty lane and holds her hand
It's like she's imaging someone else's hand
Is clasped with hers,
Rubbing their thumb across the tops of her knuckles.
Maybe this is better than real love.
This imaginary friend.
Who could never hurt her.
Rain DropsToday I danceMore Like This
In the rain
The clouds that
Stain the blue
Lie on my
Back and let
The rain pelt
Me to the ground,
The see through
Evaporating in front
Of my eyes
The rain, blow
My eyes and
Lie here as I
Let the rain
Stain my cheeks
A dull blue
man at the cafehe's sitting there at the cafeMore Like This
sandwich on thick white bread
and straggling beansprouts
and i hate the look in his eye.
he is by himself
so he's thinking
and his hat is tilted over his face
so he's in shadow
and he won't look up
from his sandwich
so i am actively watching him.
i know he is sad.
i know he is waiting for a girl
to show up,
or maybe he's just thinking of one,
maybe he's just wishing
she were here
because when she's not,
maybe he's never seen her,
but his heart knows she's out there
and his soul can't sleep
until he's found her.
maybe he thinks he knows her,
and maybe she's an ocean away.
maybe he thinks the longer
he stares at the dangling beansprouts,
the sooner she can be
by his side.
and because maybe he knows her,
he won't look for anyone else
and that hat tipped low over his brow
keeps it so his eyes are really
only for her.
Watching EyesBlack eyes followingMore Like This
Me, socking lies from
Not a sound
Is heard from
My heart, It has
Her eyes do
Not leave me
To grieve on
Leave me alone
So I can cry myself
To sleep, now
You know why
Good And Bad LuckFun sucker,More Like This
My luck run
Do you relay
On it running
Can't you see
Me cry at
Will you might
Let me go?
I want my luck
I can't stay
Up in my room
To avoide your
Eyes filled with
I just want to
You lie to
My face, say
I can't go
The fun in that?
I sat on my
Butt all day
My luck not
The ArtiestMist risingMore Like This
Up to sky,
Red and orange,
And a little pink
At their seems
Under my feet,
I gaze up to
Meet my rainy
Wounded Or WellAfter hearingMore Like This
My heart throbs,
Fraying at the
You say goodbye,
But for how long?
When will I hear
Your voice again?
You are so
Been just friends,
I'll just end up
As your voice
Down my back
To me, ripping
One piece at
But will it
Be like that
Do I belong
To you as
Do you see
Done to me
This time around?
I hit the ground
Hard, but I'm
Back on my
Meet for one
Will you ever
See how much
I love you?
You know it's
Like you see
Your face turn
Red, but will
That I love
And when I
Lay my head
Down to go
To sleep, all
I can think of
And how you're
So blind, you
Wont dare to
Open your eyes
So when you
Do realize that
Your the only
Star of my
Peace DoveWhite doveMore Like This
Seek is to
Be free of
In those tiny
Eyes of yours
For we will
For to kill
Will rain down
A deadly fate
Who is our
Last tie to
I Love You My BelovedHold thisMore Like This
It comes out
Fulfill my dreams?
With gold rings,
A singing song
Snow white wings
Me heart to
Turn to black?
Can see how
In the wind
I love you
You Can Fly For IsabellHere you standMore Like This
With your heart
You star at
His face in
That he'd care
That he caused
Every tear down
You cut your
On your pretty
A wish that
You could rope
All your pain
But is it
Life for your
To shove him
Away in a
Key and see
Him never again
Count to three
And open your
Eyes, is he gone?
No, he'll always
Be there wither
Your alive or
Dead, a head
You've got to
Move on, if
Move on and
Frown off your
Face with a
I believe you
Can fly, smile
Know so well
You may leave
Music In The TreesListen to theMore Like This
Wind in the
Me to sing
Don't be shy,
Your only audience
Is the sky
But is that
True? Are there
Lurking to hear
My voice rings
Like a white
I'll sing to
And the sky
I don't want
To be lied to,
So please tell
Me the truth,
Are you lessening
DEMOThere was ice breaking under my fingertips, spiderwebbing dangerously underneath my weight that condensed within the arctic, snowy air. Mittened hands are useless as you may find out soon. As are ice scatted tips dug into the frozen crust. All that will get you is to have to endure another one of those ice cracks that seem like you've jumped a foot as the echoing fades away. There's nothing wrong with this situation. This is me, the klutz who's bending down and doing a one legged HOW-TO-DO-THE-SPLITS-DEMONSTRATION. Or perhaps I should introduce myself as I often forget to do and then realize how rude I had been. I'm Erin and stop staring down my shirt you perv!!!!More Like This
My stupid brown hair fell into my face like the rag doll my grandma gave to me for my sixth birthday. (I buried it in my back yard after she made hot tears stream down my face AGAIN...God, I HATE that women!!) The white teeth of my red smile could of been pretty and had made grown men in their forties(ICK)buldg their eyes out
Gravitational Lapsei'm behind.More Like This
My mind is misted over,
no means to connect,
floating free in space.
Only a vague understanding
of where i should be.
i stretch my toes
trying to reach the earth,
always out of reach
never quite close enough.
A passing idea floats by
and i am sucked in
lost to it.
My Vail Is MissingAs to rupture when the hot moisture broke amongst my naked skin, within the sizzling bubbles that hug the shower walls, I dance free next to a lava well. Hot streams of water rush down my back and onto the plastic tub floor, but yet there was red fairies along a steamed up waltz. Their wings dribbled like a soft melody with winded lashes were there to clamp it's delicate hands around the sprite. Small elif features that looked to me like they should belong in a children's fairy tale book and not my shower basin where I sang.More Like This
Winded storms of pink winds fluttering there through the strong oak leaves that squeeze once what was the palest marble and to there was now a red mess of warts. To squeeze and mop of the whelming spirited light that orbits within these sprouted wings that cluster my shoulder bones like moths after a backdoor light. Attracted to the skin that cups the silken bones next door to hot magma, arms together clutch this creature's wings as not to let their dust settle thr
Alice: part 1. Clementine.More Like This
She walked down the grand staircase of her home looking for her brother from room to room.
The house was far too big she thought, for only her and her brother, not to say the rest of her family, and the help didn't live there, but their parents were always off on trips and off with friends, or out in society, making the Alice family name far bigger than it had to be.
She was a daughter of the Alice family of France, one of the wealthiest families of the 19th century, and the oldest, they were old money, her great, great, great grandfather had set the families future for many generations with a extraordinary finding of black gold back in his days.
She continued her walk down the halls of her home, she w
Running closerLungs were barely breathing. Throat was dry and sore.More Like This
The pain in your chest just you didn't want to bear anymore.
Running, because all you could do was run.
Didn't matter if it was towards the moon or the sun.
You could smell, their scent again, which made you run faster and farther.
Pushed yourself to run, stronger, and longer.
Couldn't deal to see their face again, ever.
Wished you had met them, never.
Blood racing to your broken heart.
Feet running together, keeping you from falling apart.
When that's all you could do, all you had.
The only thing, kept your smile, turning sad.
The one place you could be away.
The one place, no one was there to say.
Or tell you just what to do.
Even though it wasn't fair to you.
Ans for once, you feel, you feel good.
So sweet, you never thought you could.
Makes you just want to scream with a laugh.
For the first time in a long time you feel no past.
Pushing off your left foot as you go.
Everyone else watches you hear mumbles of "whoa".
Numb LiesIt lives behind those who a many thou trench warfare isn't quite enough to make a man pee his pants. For when the shelling stops, a scarcely breathed silence follows like wind from the rotting ground. Humble corpses crawl through crimson fields rimmed with dugouts under eighteen feet of rubble, I sit with my hands crossed over my stomach and my eyes squeezed shut. Down here there is no solitude, yet there is in the same way as we hear every canon erupt in gray smoke.More Like This
It leaves behind those who a dear flight beside whatever animal slams down that trigger, thou death one thought ever to have come upon the sparrow's eve. To have thought that you were going to live or as they say "make it out alive with your bones still intact", humble as you or I call it nor there is no name for whatever monster stole life from these men's soles. You may perhaps live in the trenches for the year, listen to your mate sob in a mixture of grief and pain beside you, his decaying skin will be rat food lat
Dont bother keeping me postedDon't bother, don't keep me posted.More Like This
I don't care if he's still boasting.
He can say whatever, do whatever, whatever.
Think I wanna know? well I never.
Don't bother to tell me.
All the things he wants to see.
Don't bother to bring up his name,
cause he has no shame.
Don't yell at me, for not caring.
Don't yell at him for not sharing.
Whatever is in his heart, I don't want
Screwed me over, now I've been taught.
I'll take it back, anything, everything.
Don't bother, don't keep me posted.
I don't care if he's still boasting.
He can say whatever, do whatever, whatever. Now.
And even before he wouldn't have cared how.
We don't seem to love.
The ones who cheat on us
We don't need this
Why in the heavens bellow would we want to miss?
Miss knowing that everything they was all a lie?
Every night alone, we'd sit and cry?
Ya only if you went through it too.
So don't try to fix it, unless it's happened to you.
Did those who cheated ever deserve the pain?
What did they do to ask for the rain
Every Memorypaper clips, and post it notes, everywhereMore Like This
I have to write myself a reminder, to just not care
but it's so hard, when outside, it's getting colder
and inside we're all getting older
and when I kicked up the leaves
that's when i started to believe
I was part of something, something great then myself.
And if you believe it or not, it doesn't matter, I've got no more wealth.
I didn't come here, looking for pride.
i didn't want to end with the tears I'd cried.
but when it was all said and done
I wish I had never had that much fun.
Leaves a burn
Or a turn for the worst
scars deeper and deeper in my heart
before it broke apart
I can't even look back on...
Without feeling somethings wrong
I know, where we ended up.
and this nightmare, has just had enough
i lost, what I never had.
tear drops, feel oh so sad
oh whoa ,
burns like a flame
inside of me
in my head that I can see
all the lies, and more
i wish i could have
It's Been There PlayingSometimes I do not know how to grasp the concept that you're still here, that you would dissolve into nothingness amongst two seconds of time. A grain of salt that I could of forgone the melody of what blue red heart on fire thou however you can do that I do not know. Acoustic strings like fire under my fingers, a power to control and paint what pictures revolve around inside your head. That's what I'd do, once strings ironed into my fingers and unforgettable. But there is no point to bring that all back, the wooden dance floor consumed my tap shoes, a black hole of music. You know that music could be beautiful but horrible in the same. The same way you think about stars, or the Paris lights gliding thou through me along. I could never end up with your arms around me, because just because I couldn't end up there.More Like This
Just because, just because
I'd climb the sky and climb the sky
And be with you.
Black keys under tips of
Fingers running, I can
Not go back
I'm running, the music
is too, that
However The Clock Is Striking.From happy to dead, love to broken.More Like This
From relief to misery, found amongst forest of blood to lost once more through me.
From courage to mishaps, I'll tell her today once upon that love he felt to tears dribbled down.
From friends to enemies, besties once just like sisters to nothing at all.
From music to silence, strings amongst warped wood, to a died out spot light thought to live longer. A fallen star.
Expect the unexpected, anything can happen. Just be ready to loose a preshous part of your life. Cause that's the way life is, you loose
Regret and cry. Fifty percent of the time your happy and the other fifty percent is up to your to decide.
In Memory Of All Who Died 9-11Count downMore Like This
The days for
The ones who
Sigh in sadness,
Upon your feet
Meet the parents
Who carry a burdened
Else who needs
Rip a heart
One after the
In the ground,
The face of
To hug, to cry
On one's shoulder
Lay her favorite
Teddy bear at
The sight, promising
To remember her
The slight change
In wind threatens
To blow out the flame,
But it stands tall
It stands tall
The ones who
Died that day
To say "I'm
Sorry for what
Happened to you,"
Whispering TreesVoices on the wind,More Like This
Whispering in the trees
The Earth's spirit talks,
Speaking through the leaves...
As the sun shines in the westward sky,
I hear Earth's perilous pleas
"Notice me, bask in my beauty."
She says, whispering in the trees...
You are my sanctuary,
You are my guide,
Lead me from this place,
Let me cross to the other side...
Nature, you are my only escape
My only comfort is your whispering voice
Is following my heart a simple mistake?
Or will it lead to unending rejoice?
Does the wind hold my answer?
Silently, I listen to the rustling leaves
Wanting insight from the whispering trees...
Love's Cold FireLike a brisk December wind,More Like This
Love can breath a frigid emotionless breath
Where do we turn when that love defies us?
At times it leads to our passion's death...
People give us cliche assurances
"It is better to have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved at all.."
Only adding a chill to love's frost...
The memory of what love once was hurts
So many losses, so little gain
Why do people want to achieve love?
When there's so much pain?
Don't give up on love yet
I haven't given up the search for desire
No matter how dark passion can be
There's always warmth in love's cold fire...
A Last WishI don't wantMore Like This
To live, I wont
Live past this
My heart bleeding,
My cheeks, red
Tears for the
Years I've died
Each day a
New part of
My heart is
Lost, in a gust
Of wind from
Gray, I play
With my hands
Chest, I rest
In trying to
Cuz, is it
This pain when
I can just wish
You do me this
For me, my
I'll bother you
Pull the trigger
And let me
Pull the trigger
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