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Slipping, slippingI'm slipping, slipping,
when will it end?
Minds racing into infinity.
He's slipping, slipping so far away..
Why do our paths collide and our presents fray?
Did I love him? Yeah
Do I love him? No
He changed. I changed.
And left my heart rearranged.
We crossed paths but that's about it.
The flame is blown out, the one he lit.
When You Left Your InitialYou can't break me.
You've tried, and failed.
You cried, and flailed,
Your arms at me.
And I hit you.
You piece of shit.
Why'd you try?
Thought I'd cry?
Guess you learned,
Reactions are earned.
Why can't you see?
You can't fuck with me.
Think you've outsmarted.
You're just retarded.
You piece of shit,
You through a fit,
Then got hit.
And cried like baby.
Please someone save me.
Why do you insist,
On hurting me.
You refuse to see.
My life isn't yours,
You can't do shit.
So do me a favor to spice up the flavor,
Forget me, forget you.
I must have a stutter,
If you dare still utter a word to me.
After so many years, I can see.
I see you're nothing,
But I'll be something.
I can kill for thrill.
Or torture and scorch her.
So many ways to pass the days.
Making you as miserable as me.
You made me this way.
You led me astray.
Used me and left me with the remains like an ashtray.
You might've forgotten,
But you left me rotten.
You made my
Take some time to appreciate your dogThey know nothing of life or death.
They know nothing of Macbeth.
They know nothing of the dangers.
They just know to attack strangers.
They have very simple minds.
They know of the essentials,
Food, Water,the safety of mankind, and Exercise.
They think they risk their lives protecting you,
From the mail man,
From strange Uncle Dan.
From other dogs,
and strangely enough,
Also from frogs.
Their point in life is to survive,
and make sure you do.
They need to thrive!
So they can protect you from that shoe.
I want to be remembered! I want to be remembered.
I want people to know what I can do.
I don't want my art to be dismembered.
I want every kind of person to choose!
To CHOOSE read my poems in isolation.
I don't want to use auto-tune,
For a bunch of attention.
That I simply don't want.
I want people to feel.
the emotion I put in.
I want them to learn.
What I alone, dealt with.
It really wasn't Easy, but i got through.
That's how I want to earn respect. For never giving in.
The day that i lay to rest, I want people to not be stressed.
I want them to look into grave at my funeral and say to themselves;
"She inspired me" "She was beautiful, inside and
This is my best-friend.
This is my best-friend.
I met her just a few years ago, and we hit it off right away. At first I was skeptical, I lost a lot of friends before. She didn't leave me when I was troubled, I told her all my secrets and she kept them. I don't think she realizes how much she's impacted my life, my art, my mind, whether she believes it or not, my family too. I love this girl beyond words. I wish I had a hundred of her. She's so unique and so beautiful and so inspiring and the best person anyone could ask for. I have trust issues but when I'm with her, everything spills out. And she listens, she doesn't interrupt me, or tell me I'm too dramatic. I was almost a lost cause until I met her. I was cutting and when I got to know her I just... stopped. We have so much in common and I don't keep anything from her (even the details of the weird dreams I refuse to accept even happen). She laughs at my jokes, even when they're not funny. She compliments me more than any ex-boyfriends. She's beautiful on
There's always someone there. There's always someone there.
Always someone who cares.
Someone that looks at you and sees what you don't.
You may know this person very well,
or just someone that picked you up when you fell.
They could be the one who taught you guitar.
Or just someone admiring from afar.
But whichever it may be,
just remember they care.
There's always someone who appreciates you.
always there to make sure you get through.
You Could Have Saved Her.You could have saved her.
she loved you.
Now she's in the back of the hearse.
Because you didn't try.
And you didn't cry.
you didn't hold her tight.
You didn't see her take flight.
She wanted you there.
But you were too scared.
Because you were supposed to keep your image.
The image that you don't care.
A single kiss from the one you loveHe has respect.
and it's perfect.
He erases the scars,
from the men that mean less.
And I shine bright like a star.
To remove my pants isn't necessary,
To remove my underwear,
My shirt, and bra.
To fuck me hard and raw.
When I have love.
The temptation is scary.
The pressure is worse.
But a single kiss, can break the curse.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
i wonder...Its like the longer you're alone,
The more society rejects you.
If I could go back,
If I could change,
If I could tell you,
How I feel.
The longer I'm away,
The more I wonder.
Do you miss me?
Do you remember my face?
The things you said you loved so much?
Do you remember me at all?
I wish I could get you out of my head,
Out of my dreams,
Out of my art...
But then again,
You're what's keeping me sane.
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