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.
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
Daddy"Here you go baby. I got you a flower to go with your pretty dress." My mommy bends down and attaches the white flower to the front of my dress and kisses my nose."Thank you mommy." I hug her quickly as brother walks out in his fancy clothes, straightening his tie as he moves. "Where are we going?" I ask them as I'm led to the car."We are going to a funeral." Brother answers looking straight ahead holding my hand in his."What's that?" My mommy sends a glance towards my brother, she looks worried. My brother tilts his head looking at her as I wait patiently for one of them to answer."You know how daddy left right?" My brother opens the car door and helps me into my seat as mommy moves to the other side of the car to get in. "Yes. He wanted to stay here but the angels needed him. So he had to go be with them to help them make others happy." Brother nods and my mommy wipes something off her cheek. I want to hug her, but I'm fastened in my seat now. "Are we visiting daddy?" Broth
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
4. Dandelion SeedFloating through the airLands with a promise of lifeDandelion seed
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.
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
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.
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.
Melancholy thoughtsI tastethe sweetnessin your words,only to wonderhow many othershave tastedthem too.
.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)
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.
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
Unable to loveMy love was pureAnd honestI only wantedHer happinessBut my heartWas brokenBecause my loveWas rejectedTossed asideLike a piece of garbageAnd now I'm unableTo loveBecause the shredsOf my shattered soulStill belongTo her
three.there is avoidin myheart, thati canonly seem tofill withemptyemotions.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
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
.give me hearts withstanding their beatingsgive me skins growing strongergive me wolves seeking no other companygive me bluebirds who are in love with their cagesgive me the plug of the oceangive me gods face, the only thing you knowgive me a sting, a cut, a bloodstreamgive me a wound that will save me the effort of healinggive me a guilt i can wash offgive me the witches inside of your handsgive me tulips, redgive me the past laid out neatly in front of megive me a name i recognize but do not knowgive me the sun, finding himselfgive me the language of birdsgive me unclipped wingsgive me the creases of water, the gridgive me pearl, mothergive me the taste of cometsgive me the sound of ants under fingersgive me the home address of the divinegive me candlesgive me my own kind of lightgive me a destroying angel, the taste of heavengive me the trembling of a mousegive me a wreck, a rescue, a salvagegive me a darkness that is not self-importantgive me bones, white
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
.he always wants the light onwhen he's sleeping, says he's scaredbut i can't see the point;i say not all monstersare trying to hurt you, at leastnot right awayand his bottom lip goesand he screams shut upbut i laugh and i tickle his ribsand then he laughs with meand he sayslove youand i say i love you toolittle man(i love you too)
Would you?Ifyou could see mefor who I amand not the personyou believe me to beI wonder if you would continueto smileat me readily.
.i don't say a wordabout where i buried the bones,about where i spoke to the ghostsof the flowers and plantsabout the splitting of wood in the trees - about where the living and the deadmet in secret, where the stars openedtheir arms like flowers for meand i bloomed(gold)
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...
clipped wingsI wonder if gods fear dying.
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 can't sleep and the sky makes me sickit can see you -but what can i do? untie the limbsand remove the gagand let my poetry go,feel the rivers start emptyingbursting their banks,pay attention -your heart was a foreign body, rejectedyour hands, your hands had no shame,greased with blood and losing their gripon the world, but what could you do?there was no sense in the way that theyhurt you, the way they poured salton the wounds(the way they smothered one pain with another)
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.