TogetherYour heartstringsAnd mineAre intertwinedAnd I feel like even if we wanted to grow apartThatWe simply wouldn’t be able to.
For Your Eyes OnlyWe used to talk every day, for hours- from dawn til dusk. Until you slipped up- mentioned my name, and they told you I was dead.
RosaWe are like a roseYou’re the petalsAnd I’m the thorns.
disappearI taught her how to grow a backbone—How to fight the battles that mattered mostHow to say no and goodbye—I taught her how to leave without being noticed—How to fade away day by dayHow to merely cease—&& she used this knowledge against me.
Too Distant To Be SeenThe moon caressed my skin as I gingerly peeled it offAnd the sun melted my bones as they were exposedMy muscles- the last shell- deteriorated instantlyAnd the stars ate my soul without another thought.
Darkness to LastI have trouble swallowing the words youAll too eagerly whisper into my earsSo easily are they saidI can’t help but wonder if this- if us- is a script; one that you have memorizedOne that you have collaborated with others onOne that I was kept in the dark aboutWhere I am merely the clueless actress who is wondering about your lines.
EmberSummer gives way torotting dreamswhen the fire in her eyes begins toextinguish.
FaithWhy are people so hell-bent onMaking me lose faith in the human race?
Let Me Be ThereI’m not always strongSometimes I’m vulnerable around those I trustSometimes I allow myself to cry, allow myself to break- sometimes I need toBut when you need a break, and when you need to take off your armor to nurse your wounds-Lean on me and I’ll be strong enough for the both of us.
SearchingThe pieces that fellThey shine on the ground There is a smile I am not alone I understand Even though my heart hurtsThe reflection Slowly healing Nightmares are my dreamsThe lightLeading the way through the darkness Forever searching and praying
MirrorThe Queen is hiding-Not imprisonedShe chooses to be on the other sideThe Queen holds the only key-And it is tangled upIn her intestinesAnd she’s not giving it back.
Hunger For ReadingWould it come as a surpriseThat I devour books easily likeThe chocolate you find so damnIrresistible? Fresh taste isAll I ever asked for, all IEver wanted - I'm an eagerConnoisseur in the making.I browse with hungry eyes;It's like I'm at an all youCan buffet, unsure of whatTo get - my expectations soHigh that I can rival anyone.Maybe my thirst is not easy,Perhaps it's so unquenchableThat it cannot be satisfied.
The CliffWith the raging waters underneath meI slip off my shoes and press my forehead against the moist stoneInhaling deeply before I look up with determination in my eyes-I start to climb.
Blood Red BywaysI dreamtI was keeping a sharkas a pet,holy asa midnight cigarette.He nibbled awayat my fingers and toesand we'd leave blood red bywayswherever we'd go.And people all around us begged,"This is killing you!""He was meant to swim!"But I called it loveand it all made sense.I woke upand the sharkwore adifferentname...I have loved so wrong.
Happy To Be AliveI breathe in deeplyInhaling the fresh scent of moss after rain-I open my eyesTurning my face skyward to soak in the light of the sun-&& I smile.
but there is nothing you can say nowWhen you returnDo you think you could take some of your precious-not-to-be-wasted-time to say hello?When you leftIt was almost literally without-a-traceAnd you left a note; one of those shitty little notes“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine” with “but most importantly you’ll be fine without me”Written in-between each individual letter of your goddamned words.
Shooting StarsI like to imagine thatShooting starsAre actuallyDragonflies with little lit lanterns strapped to their backs.
ManiaMania I have a lot of fears.You know the cliché,Afraid of being alone,Afraid of being forgotten,But I’m already aloneAnd they can’t help but not forget you-But this,And that,And everything in-between.I feel like this doesn’t make sense. But I’m afraid my paranoia,Will seep through my eyelids,As bands of streaking colors—Every color that refuses to mix well.Turquoise, brown green,Burnt orange and lilac pink.I’m afraid I’m in too deepOf the waters of another human—Not afraid of intimacy,But the thought of being so open,That honestly worries me.And I’m afraid I’ll spiral out of controlAnd way too into love.Just to be pushed out.And I’m afraid I’m too paranoidAbout being too paranoid.So caught up with not being so,I am too much. I’m so afraid of a back stabbing,That I’m worried about being shotFrom the front. I’m afraid of being afraid,An
Dusk Stays With Me.Since I was eightI got into the habit of exclaiming"Oh, I love dusk!"whenever it was.I would sit behind a table,drinking tea and admiringthe purple clouds wanderingbehind the dark, blue skyscrappers.I would listen to the children laugh,one of those would be me.We would play outside, and ourparents would even let us return at eight.Now I can't look outside my windowwithout the costant fear of being shot.Afternoons are worse, as you canhear the shooting and the bombings.Now I can't leave our bulding,can't feel the chilly dusk breeze that onceused to be. Can't listen to the children.They were replaced by barricades.National guards pass throughour building, shooting and killinginnocent people who dare toleave their house.Whenever it's dusk, though, I feelgrateful. They can take ourindependence, our food, our laughter.But they can't take dusk away.
Saltwater GrimaceCheshire callousnessreflected in your eyes,chagrined and not amused --do not kiss me, do not try,float away like a dream in fog.I am never sure just whatthat mysterious smile means,but your memories are leakingthrough sea-glazed follicles, andI am bound to their excess.Smirking, you lose a little loveevery inch of beach you breach,surfing my sands likea professional poltergeist,haunting my currents with ease.You have lured me hereto sift seashells and foam.Our lies fulminate the conversationto its peak -- you arechagrined and not amused.I will not kiss you.
About ArtA sweet poem,warm melody,gentle painting,All but a draftrehearsal studyFor the true art called love.
Truth.You brokea partofmeIdon'tknowhow tofix.
Polaroid.If I must bea Polaroid,The one to holdyour past in place,Then hang me highwith brass tacks anddesperationAnd let my edges ageand stainAnd let your boyhoodand boyish doubts fade.Those days you aren't proud ofmarked-out on my face,Overexposed,a head clutteredfrom the soundof the shutterA moment saved,a year's timeset away.
Not a writerToday I took my pencilAnd started to thinkNow what should I write about?Love?I'm sick of itDeath?Too boring to readFeelings?I'm done with itI lie on the floor and start to singSomething so sad and something so sweetNo need to write it downIt's everythingBut nothing aboutMelody is quite simpleAs it comes from the heartYou might think I'm tearfulBut no, I am notToo many reasons why I'm hereToo many questions unrelieved So many people should just leaveAway, get vanished, disappearI'm still holding pencil in my handNot writing, not trying to understandBut I'm singing to feel something newSomething weird, something so goodI'm not a writer and I don't know how to writethough all my life is one big poem, one big fightBut I'm still singingThis melody in meAnd it sounds so perfectlyForgive me pleaseForgive me for thisBut I'm not a writerJust one big dreamer...
Twisted"I love you.""I love you too.""Can we be together?""Now and forever."We love each other,But there is a catch,My love for you is aDouble- edged sword.We exchanged the scarlet rose of love.I watched as vines of thorns sprout out from mine,And wrapped themselves tightly around your neck.Slowly, I gently pulled the beautiful petals out of yours.Ah, just look, is this not perfect?The sight of you kneeling at my feet.Tears streaming as your face grows pale.You've found the monster in me.I hurt you again and again with my love.But I'm pierced with my sword too.Does it hurt?I'm used to it.I torture myself with the mixed feeling of pain and guilt.Ah, just look, isn't it grotesque?The sight of you curled at my feet.I'll look away, so take your chance,To escape this labyrinth of traps."Haha. So I'm alone again.Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted.""No, I will not leave you alone.I promised you we would be together.""But my love will hurt you,It will kill you, the bot
HateI knowNo one's niceAll the timeAnd not everyoneWill be a good friendBut wellyou could've at least tried to beright?You didn't actually tryBecauseWell I don't know whyYou just insulted meevery single dayand then you were suprisedwhen I didn't speak to youMy other friends saidYou were bad for meand I should stopseeing youand I didn't want to believe themso I ignored thembut after a whileI realizedthat they were rightSo I let go
Twilighted SecretsMy mind is an eclipseMostly a soft-whitened pureness,Occasionally looked through with heatLike it's a breakable, fragile glass.While that heated light shines,Twilight appearsSaving the hidden secretsThat are ever searched for.Yet even the heavenly twilightOffers starring breaks if shine,Revealing in gleams,The thoughts that nobody knows.My mind is a lost, twilighted secret,Found in the amazement of eclipse,Lost true to the gleams of itself,Strong like fragile glass.
voicesLast night I dreamtThat I had buttons for eyesAnd they told me I couldn’t cry no more.