Okay (Smile)Smile, It's okayBreath deep, Don't you dare let that lip quiverStop Think CrashDon't cryIt's okay Just another lieMascara laced tears But remember what they tell you Everything will be okayNo matter how broken Apparently it's fixableI need to be fixed Am I broken? Or do I just need a fix? Love But don't get closeHate But don't be bitter Don't forget to smile!Back straightShoulders upChin high Now just don't cry. And most
I never knew, I love you.I just realized something.All of those times I stood with youAdmiring youListening to youLaughing with youSharing beliefs with you.Trying to understand your painAs you tried to understand mine.I was falling in love with you.I truly enjoyed my time with you.You can be an assBut you know when to back off.I love youAnd I know you love her.But what surprised me the mostWas that I'm okay with it.She makes you happyAnd your happiness is all I ask for.Just promise to keep smiling.I'm one of the few to see you near tears.One of the few to listen to you in a time of need.And you're an amazing friend.You're different.You're cute.You never fail to make me smile.I may love youBut I'm okay with just loving youBecause I like what we are now.I know life is toughBut be strongYou deserve to find joy.Get out of this town once you canIt's far to small for your dreams.I love you,Be free.
Hands.Her hair is brushed downSo it can cover her eyes.She is hiding from the worldAs she silently cried.But I'm thereAnd I notice her.Holding her hand softlyProtecting her from more harm.She kisses my cheekAnd I turn red, hugging her.Laying in bed next to herOnce again holding handsTalking about life, and sleep.She leans over,resting her hand on my cheekAnd kisses my foreheadBefore saying goodnight.I stand by her every chance I getEven if I'm the only one there for herI'm not afraid to lose my other friendsBecause I'll have her, and she is enough.She pushes me away, but I push back.I watch her go through hell,But I hold her hand anyways.We dance, laugh, cry, sing.And then she tells me.She is moving awayI tell her I don't want her to goShe thinks I'm out of place.I will miss her, I don't want to lose herThe day before she leaves, she understands.I don't need to say a word.Her boyfriend and her are fightingAnd she is crying on my shoulderAs I tell her it will
PleaseI'm so tiredOf pretending this is normal.I can't do it anymore.I need to get away.Please stop. I feel like I'm dying inside.Trying to downplay your problems.I just want to love youBut you make it so hard.Can't you see my face?You're looking right at me.You can't honestly tell meThat you don't see my tears.Damn it why can't you be normal?I'm bound to be just like you.And to be honest.If I get to be anythingLike you are now.I'll end it.Because I couldn't live with myselfIf I treat other the way you do.Please I'm begging you.Stop. I know you're sick.You can get help.Don't you love me enoughTo want to be okay?Please daddyDo it for me.I miss you.
4. Dandelion SeedFloating through the airLands with a promise of lifeDandelion seed
1. Violinist With steady hands I raise the the bow, lightly resting my chin on the base. I take a breath and close my eyes. The room is tense, not a single person dares to breath. I tighten my hand on the neck, and with a flourish of my wrist a note rings out, before I know it my arm is swaying rapidly, my fingers dancing trying to keep up with the music. My head sways, my body shivers, my feet move without me knowing. I’m dancing to the beat of the magic that is the music I am creating. As the speed increases, so does the intensity. I’m sweating as I get swept away in song. With a final drag across the string I sigh, my chest collapsing. Bowing my head I breath, just now realizing that I had stopped breathing. The crowd erupts into applause, startling me slightly bringing me back to reality. I remove my instrument from my chin and curtsy to the crowd, smiling and waving to them. With a final wave the curtains close and I exit the stage, the stage manager takes t
Finally Home.The gentle thuds of raindropsIn the middle of the nightAs you hold me closeAlready fallen asleepYour soft snores calm meMusic cannot compareTo the symphony of noisesI listen to at nightEspecially when the beat of your heartIs the loudest of the sounds I feel like I'm finally home.
3. Paper AirplaneSunlightKeeping me warmMy happy placeIs laying in the yard.My eyes are shutTo the sunEnjoying the breezeCaress my face.The breeze carries a planeA paper one.All the way to me,From the street.Unfolding it’s wings I read“Be happy, live free”I look for the ownerBut no one is near.I add a little note“Simplicity is bliss”Before refolding the wingsAnd letting it fly away again.I hope someone somewhereWill smileBecause of the littlePaper airplane.
Laughing.I sit here crying.Vomiting.Smoking.Dying.I have no reasonFor my sadnessFor my anger.But I am crippled by it.I coughThe taste of poisonTrailing on my lipsLike paint on a window.I'm not afraid to die.Not anymoreYou changed that for me.Thank you.Thank you for breaking me.Crushing the final pieces of my heart.The funniest damn part.Is that you broke me by not speaking. So I sit unknowingShakingHallucinatingRelapsingThe blood poursThe smoke swirlsThe pills fallAnd I'm in the center of it all"Are you okay?"A kind woman asks meTruly concerned.And I startled myself with my reply.I looked up at her smiling.It looks like I'm baring my teeth.My eyes not quite able to focusTears smearing my makeup.I reach towards her touching herTo see if she is real, she is.And I laugh.Throwing my head back.Screaming, crying and laughing.No I'm not okay.I'm not sane.I'm not going to survive this.But that's okay.We are all born to die.And die we shall.But
Melancholy thoughtsI tastethe sweetnessin your words,only to wonderhow many othershave tastedthem too.
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:it's his eyes that hurt you,the glimmer of his pastcreeping in just likehis father used to creep inat three a.m.with a sin on his mindand rage on his hands.he waits for you to react,but you don'tbecause he's suddenly seven again,hiding bruiseswhile mommy criesin a ball on the couch.2.you think timeis a funny thing.people talk about itlike it is an object:"I need more time," they say,like they will go to the store laterand buy more.but you know that timeis more like an ocean wave,with an endlesspounding that continueslong after we greet the dirt,and we want more time,but time doesn't want us.3.he tries to force youinto his wrists,his ankles, his collarbone.he thinks that if heloves you enough,he can save you.you know that he can't,so you cut through himnight after night,searching for an exit.4.sometimes death scares you.you remind yourself thateverything ends,no matter how much you wantan infin
We see different starsWe see different starsWhile yours shine throughoutthe darkness of your night,light the way into your sky,and hold your wishes tilthey finally come true,mine reflect in the murky filthfrom which they can be seenacting as disgusting mirrorsinto a world which cannot be mine
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing abouthumans is thatwe think we areinvincible and immortalgods.no—we're allroadkill,living ina tainted worldwhere cars drivetoo damn fast.and me,well,i just try toget by withoutbeing hitmore than once.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skiesBrightened by only starlightChildren playDelightfully acrossEvery land,Field & Sea.Gravity is only an afterthoughtHilltops become ladders into the sky whileInferior planets stare down upon the EarthJealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.Keppler only thought of scienceLinear, elliptical, movement…Mythology had no such thoughtsNeptune & Nebulas both inhabit spaceOrbiting across the lonely darknessProbably never worried about mundane thingsQuestioning their existenceRight now or for all eternity such as us.Shooting stars make us joyful whileTerminator is an otherworldly spectacleUnknown to all those hidden in their housesVarious stars await us outsideWaiting to play like we did beforeXenagogue & invitingYouthful but ancient curiosities.Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
one.you told me that lifewas full ofcolor... thenwhy do mytearsrungrey.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,But it was made of promises, and angelsThat were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.Which you were probablyLoathing, becauseThey didn't glimmer and shinelike the diamonds decorating your rings.Forgive me,They were the hopes of a manSo madly in love, but you poured poison into his heartAnd so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
DrowningI cannot breatheI cannot escapeI'm drowningI keep sinking downAnd looking upThrough the waterI can see his faceHis dark, twistedInsane smileAs he pushes me downAnd I can feel lifeSlowly escaping from my body...
Stranger's funeralUnder the cloudsUnder the rainStaring at the coffinAt a stranger's funeralWe're all aloneFeeling the stormBut not the painFor he's but a strangerAnd the graves around usAre just thereKeeping us companyDuring this empty moment
.i think you know of hair wound tight round a hand like ropeof thoughts that sail in and let down anchorin the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watchhis eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose nowin their pits like marbles, they say he knowsi have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved handlike a weed and stared in disgust, it's only naturalthat you should still want to sleep with one arm overyour head, she said, don't you think?i think the sun lit upthe world's scarsand felt bad, hung its headthrough the horizonand cried in shamenow i don't think it's evergoing to stop raining(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
All aloneBeing surrounded by peopleFrightens me deeplyI'd rather be aloneAnd away from everyoneAlone but not lonelyHere I amOn my ownThe way it's supposed to be
Twisted FIctionI wrote you lettersWritten in blood. Tainted byMy twisted fiction.
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,who stains chalks onto my rib cage.And every time I see youI get so o u t o f b r e a t h.(G.L)I'm in love with a painter
I saw thatI saw that.The way the wordsstuck in the back of your throat like glue.The way you held your tonguefor fear of ridicule if you spoke up for yourself.The way the syllables gushed from their mouths,a torrent of excuses,when they did you wrongbecause you didn't make your own caseand you should have been more forceful.I saw that.And I've been there, I've lived it.I know it's hard to let their criticismroll off your back whenthey've already knocked youflat on your face.But I saw that.And I won't let you fight it alone.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherswallowing something smallwhen I was just a childThe anguish in her eyesfaded, as she told meit was just atic-tac,with a little extra kickmaybe years later,that's how I convincedmyselfto swallow fifteen,thinking it'dgive me a fresh perspective;in the end,my breath reekedof deathinstead of mint.
Fear Not The past an untrustworthy afterthought, rerun just for the disaster wrought. The future an imaginary circumstance, a menagerie of irksome chance. In this pure moment, now is all we're made of. Tell me then my dear, what are you afraid of?
weekends and cigarette smokeI knew my father in weekends and cigarette smokethe two cases of Budweiser he shared with a friendmore often than I wanted him tooI knew what it tasted like because I used to drink itout of a child size Maple Leafs novelty mug,coveted by my siblings and II remember my tip jar that had been a jokebecause I knew my way around twist offs and bottle openers;the plastic yellow cup, wearing a card reading "tips,"only housed dimes and nickelsuntil I got a toonie from TJ because "I was pretty"I also remember the car ride after those two caseswhere I, at age ten or eleven or twelve, didn't know if I wasgoing home to see my mom againthe car swerving back and forth as the two men in the frontlaughed, my hands gripping the seat belt and cup holderI knew my father in late night walks to the Little Man storeor the Price Choppers,my brother and I fighting over who got the cartI knew him in pennies strewn around the apartment,waiting to be found like easter eggs and counted,the pr
CoffeeI want to go outAnd drink coffee.Talk about lifeAnd kiss you.But that is silly isn't it?I don't like coffee much.I'll just buy some for youSo I can watch you smile.Then lets dance and laugh becauseIt's an amazing feeling to be loved.