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
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
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
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,
exhausted and frightened to be held
in the hands of dreamers and liars
have the tendency
to let slip the things
That’s why we’re fleeting.
Why poets call us clouds
with no real direction.
we’re both running away
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats
I need a piece of that kitkat
I need a break
It's a mistake
To do things for to-do-them's sake
And I'd live life-
Husband or wife
With obligations and strife
So turn away
While you may
If there's nothing to make you stay
Bring your phone,
The comforts you've known
And go find a new home
A safe place
An empty space
Vacant of life's bitter distastes
And I'll find what I lacked
Roll the cross of my back
Fuck, I want a kitkat.
lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise
A pale, pretty face
Surrounded by sandy dunes
Real and wild like a typhoon
Watch her hair
Carelessly roll down her back
Watch her skin
Like marble that wouldn't crack
See the graphite
Rubbed on the side of her wrist
See the pencil
Held firmly in her closed fist
Watch her draw
And capture what's actually there
Watch her DA
and Tumblr, if you've time to spare
azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life.
I'd seduce your pages
Make their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
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
-Demons do not run when a good man goes to war...
They march beside him instead,
All for the glory,
Of watching your world burn!
Pain ReliefHe mistook the points of her hipbones for poignancy
and kissed those sharp edges til they dulled under his affections -
he chased the phantoms from the wide-set corners
of a mind that bent, bowed and broke in the curvature.
He mistook her needs for her need and tried to save her
meanwhile, flourishing under his patient gaze
but completely and wholly separate from it; she got better.
He wasn't the remedy for her recovery, just a damn good