Demons in the Sky
as they go flying by,
I hide one inside
It tears me apart
and swallows my heart
I burst into flames
The Perfect OneYou were lying there
I couldn't look away
I graced you that night
with my imperfect tears
And my childish fears
And I knew then
death was something
wait to see
Razor Blades pt2Razor Blades pt2
Im Lying in the bed
Sheets stained in black in red
Why that surprise
That look in your eyes
What did you think the bracelets were for?
I mean you're the one the screams were for!
So I wouldn't/ couldn't
Hate you anymore
And if you leave that's fine
Because I see you in
Why are you crying?
Is it because I'm dying?
Or is it because of the meds
Lying on the bed?
Take as many as you want
Just leave the reds
When its Gone...As I sit and watch the lights burnout
My mind forces me to shout
What do you want from me?
What can someone so little
You who have everything
but still finds joy
in staring at the,
that I'll find
use for something
When it's gone forever
But how can I
When the light never goes out?
Mr. MurderThe Trigger pulls back
It's my cross to bear
It's my cross to bear
Death rings in your ears
Don't live with your fears
For life isn't the only thing
I'm ending with this gun
RainThe rain starts and night stops,
A sigh is heard and the window drops.
The rain plays a mournful tune,
that it is to scared too play at noon.
The clouds break and the moon shines through,
The crickets start there cheerful tune.
Night starts again anew.
LoveI wake to darkness
grey never breaks in
where to begin?
What brought me here?
Fear is what brought me here
love is whats holding me back
They know how to make me crack
you know how to fix me back
what to do?
its to early to think
could I run?
(run with a chain like yours?)
should I stay?
stay here and ignite the fears
whats holding me back?
Only Shout(can you hear me?)
are you loud?
(I want to scream!)
(whats this all about)
(when was I a fake?)
Sleep never made you wake
(maybe Im real when Im awake?)
its to late
deaths a parlor trick so is fate
(but fates to complicated to be a trick!)
and deaths not?
you think its simple
just to rot?
(I want to scream!)
my its getting late
waiting never helped
(maybe it can!)
it never will.
RegretI watch the moon rise an and the sunset
and find it so hard to forget
time weighs on my mind
as you hand me your line
I push it aside
and you start to chide
on the verge of tears
I swallow your fears
why do they taste so fake to me?
you take in a breath
it hangs in your chest
it could be your last
but I let it pass
and you take another
your now smoothering me with affection
I try to reject and
I watch the sunrise and the moon set
and find it so easy to regret
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat
not grief, but something like itmy grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,
full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxes
I go to do the laundry,
pass it twice an hour
and every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting