Angela Scratchy sheets, eyelet lace imprints on wax skin, creating red flower-shapes dancing across seashell white skin like canvas stretched over a frame. Blue, green, gold eyes behind eyelid blinds, black lash curtains tracing a spider’s shadow on ivory cheeks, and a body limp against the shapes created by pale pink eyelet lace sheets.My dreams hold hurt, fear, pain; memories of raining glass, splintered wood; my blackened blue, green, gold eyes watching painful pasts play on permanent repeat, wishing they were blind. Eyes shut tight against the memory of the face, consciousness overriding anguish, right knee aching with the cold of sun
I'm yours Can’t count the seconds fast enoughUntil the next time I hear your voiceDeep and sweet, mumbling into the Phone late at night so your mom won’tHear you, or every dirty secret you share.“There’s so many things I want to do to you”And I feel the heat of your thoughts risingThrough my chest, making me blushAnd every inch of muscle at the pit of myStomach tenses when you talk about me.My heart beats raggedly and my legs startShaking like an earthquake tears throughThis state; and when I hear your gasp, I Know you’re here too, instead of in Bristow,Virginia, and that you felt the tremors to
I like it I like being his first thought whensomething bad happens and he wantshelp, but i like being his first thoughtwhen something good happens, evenbetter.I like hearing his laugh in my sleep andgetting pre-history visits, that keep mewanting more than I'll ever deserve orreceive.I like staying up until midnight just totalk, teasing you about your lack ofemotion, I like the way you never say myname.But mostly, and I think you'd agree withme (this one can't b
Old New Year New patterns formingPathways in my mind returnI always struggle with the basicsOf living life itselfEvery day is the sameNo matter what happensI’m always still wrongI’m always still dumbI can’t be aloneWith you so close to meBut I will beAs always
Pretty? Girl What makes us so different?We have the same hair,We have the same eyes,We have the same teeth,We have the same lips,We have the same body,We have the same heart, We have the same mind,We are the same person.So why do I hate you so much,When you have done nothing but love me?
Fact no Fiction Proud/to/be/a/better/person/than/youare.
The Long Three Days My heart beat slowing Each second passes byYour face behind my eyesYou, behind my actionsSearching for that perfect songChecking for that phone callWishing you weren’t the type To follow all the rulesMissing youMissing the old meMissing needing to changeMissing Sunday night.
Just Don't You can't see how you've broken meYou only love yourselfYou cannot see you're effectAnd you cannot see why you're wrongPlease, just stay away from meYou can't buy my love with guiltI need some time with those that love meAnd you're no longer welcome
Virus With your notes scrawled on lined paperI think I hear what you've been trying to tell meYou're here to make me miserable.
Untitled Trying to ignore the sounds of my brother on the phone and the news blaring from the television, I quickly dash up to my room, concentrating on my clumsy steps, hoping I don’t fall. Once inside, with the door safely closed, I walk across the room to my closed window, gazing out, onto the intersection near my neighborhood. I sigh and wrench myself away from the patterns created by the streetlights on the wet ground. Flopping softly onto my rug, I begin to dig under my bed for my Ipod. I find the cords to the headphones and slowly pull it out from under my massive stack of unwashed clothes, silently rejoicing, once it is out in full view
Pioggia di Estate The tapping came like a call from the airThe thermometer said it was 91 degrees and risingAnd the hot summer air agreed untilI’d perched upon the warm cementWith cool teardrops from the sky falling to my faceThey darken the cement and splash, over and overCreating an obvious contrast with the paint spatters Some leftovers from my past;A blood red spray across the patio, in varying shades of crimsonI sigh and rest my chin on my rough kneesLetting the chilly cloud’s tears roll down my backStopping at the waist of my pantsSliding down my forehead and into my eyesThere’s a dusty yet clean smell Rising fr
Thoughts in Photos I wish you weren't so far awayYou take such lovely picturesAnd if I ever met youI'd have to try and win your heartJust so I can have the chanceTo be beautiful,Just like your others.
Miss Ineffable Be disjointed for a whileCome and join me for a whileListen to my happy thoughtsMaybe love my sappy thoughtsMake me the girl with the scarecrow noseMake me your love, ineffableLight up my face with a yellow roseTell me what you miss, ineffableGive me all your worriesBecause I'm in no hurryFor you I'll always find the timeFor I'm your friend and you're mineMake me the girl with the scarecrow noseMake me your love, ineffableLight up my face with a yellow roseTell me what you miss, ineffableCall me your Miss Ineffable
Love Loss the whole damn thing She loves and losesBut she doesn't mindShe loves again and she doesn't knowHow she's been left by herselfEveryone is still so sweetAround her and her latestShe doesn't know how far they're goneAnd she won't know until it's too lateShe lost me the first timeBut never againAnd when everyone else is goneI'll still be here
My Gorgeous Girl Oh, the ironyOf my gorgeous girlWho feels when things are for the worstShe that comes and comforts me firstShe sees the world for what it isThe good inside our eternal livesThe dark is grey within her sightIlluminated by her lightThe darkness comes and swallows her wholeShe wallows in the absence of lightI try to have her light foundBut it's so so hard when she wants no one aroundSo, I'll sit and stayOr stay and sitUntil she comes out of her dakrest daysI and I'll light her light so it will always blaze
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