Did you even have to justify it, Or did you do anything wrong? I mean, is it really all that bad To break what was yours all along?
I am a parasite. But you might not see that. I've lived a lifetime of hiding it, Even before I knew it. I don't sneak in on raw meat, I'm far more insidious. I don't slither inside through a cut on your feet. I'm not all that blindingly hideous. You see, I walk and talk … Continue reading Parasite
When I see you, I feel we’ve been forgotten, Like the world has gone by, And taken all the pain and misery with it, Like we were left alone, together, behind, And all I never could have dreamed in a million years, Fills my soul in a moment, From laughter and hopes to tears and … Continue reading All I Know
When will we see that knight in shining armor did not come to save, But to enslave, To fill us with pride, bloat us with ego and blind us with buzzes and whirs and flashes, And burn us to ashes, To sell lies of brighter tomorrows at the cost of our eyes, And still darken … Continue reading Lost
My rose you are, Filling my life with bright reds and oranges, Dotting the night with stars, And swirling amidst the fallen petals in my head. My rose you are, Guiding my brushstrokes in sweet lines, Painting with my heart, And finding my voice in bright sunlight. If you were, not to wilt, but to … Continue reading Rose
This is kind of a break from form. I had to write it for something else, but I figured it would make for a pretty good post as well, even if it's a little rough.
I’ve been hurt. I didn’t know it when it happened, But now it’s clear. It was slow at first. It started with trying to make someone happy, But then it led here. The first trespasses were nothing at all, Subtle hints and gestures that could mean A million different things, But I let it drag … Continue reading Good Enough
Nothing feels quite like it. There is something in it so simple yet so overwhelming to me. The warmth of it makes me want to cry. It disarms me entirely, makes me feel not as a child, but as an infant in loving, trusted arms. All that even comes close anymore is the way my … Continue reading Neck
No matter what I write, it’s garbage. I read it, and it hurts. I have so much to say, but the words won’t come. All I can spit out is this meaningless drivel. My mind feels rotted by shallow conversation and brain dead functioning alone in a dingy house far removed from the ones I … Continue reading Just Raving
The storms don’t quiet. The thunders never hush. There is no silence, And soft-spoken words never count for much. Sure you may start, In the lonely dark, But you will not sing, Your words will not ring, Until you let it out, Until your song is a shout. No, there is no rule, No one … Continue reading Learning to Sing