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
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
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll do
when the first fistful
of dirt hits the bottom.
Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.
Or maybe I’ll pray
for a zombie apocalypse,
so we can dine on each
other’s brains one more time.
alcohol and words sometimes mixHe said good night
because he couldn’t say
It was one of those times
when his tongue was an anger,
his insides an outburst of words
and every particle of the universe
he has inside him.
He was fourteen
when he made the excuse
it was probably the overwhelm
of being anti-poetic and Shakespearean
at the same time
that robbed his voice box
of his voice.
He’s twenty-three now,
taller with his own share
of metaphoric broken bones
and drunken one-night stands
but none the wiser on the stars
he keeps wishing on.
There are two things you can have
when you’re afraid:
courage or more fear.
And he realised with a smirk
and a pitfall in his stomach,
that he’d been allowing himself
to ride more on the latter.
But yes, he loved her very much.
He just got too drunk
on the poesy
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flame
And eagles, turning, turn to fire
Ash cold, alone I lie
And think of you.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the Knight
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
A Somber NightA Somber Night 1/1/07
The times we spent together weigh
heavily on my mind.
Red was your flowing dress
on our second date.
Yellow, the tulips I gave
you on our six month anniversary.
Our life before the incident is a blur.
Green was the grass we laid in
as we gazed at the brilliant stars all night.
What are you thinking now?
Are you thinking at all?
We were as one, our bodies intertwined.
Remember how we would interpret
the shining ones as our imaginations wandered?
I stayed up all night when you got sick.
When I view the stars now...
I die a little inside.
Black is the color I wear.
Blue is the feeling I am fighting.
You were the one I wanted to
drink coffee with every morning.
You left without explanation.
You left too soon.
Orange shined down on your tousled
hair at dawn - the waves remind of pain.
Yellow is the sunrise we can't share anymore.
I envision your last breath.
Anger engulfs my eyes with
The Silver stars never lie,
their light continues to shine,
You can't have it allbut you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a broken
fire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keys
swinging from your hip with each stride.
You can have the tactility of leather and the graze of
bathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower pelting
bullets and when the water cuts off
you can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,
though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’s
wallet full of pictures of smiling children until you
return it to find that the couple is barren.
You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,
faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheets
in the sun, silhouettes but no details,
never revealing anything more than a fringe of hair
and frayed laces tripping over themselves.
You can drop obscenities like bombs until
they don’t mean anything anymore. You can pull out the Monopoly board
that broke your family. You can’t put it back together,
but you can pretend the thimble is your mother and the