Vanilla, white
skin like that of sweet cream.
Against porcelain just as fragile
soul cracked at the seams.
Glistening against soft crystal
Filling to saturation.
Water spilling over
Dancing upon the straight edge.
Pictures pooling
A cardinal taking flight.

Gone

Run faster to reach that edge
getting further to the getaway
You're already gone.
Drop the world
it was falling apart
and forget all that bull shit that made you
I'm gone anyway.
Rules confined to that tight leather book
Preaching to the empty minded
closed off and forgotten
The sidewalk ended here.
Red, yellow and green
stopping when told
never starting again
mind served and gone.
In this moment we waited,
waited to be fucked over
now falling off
cored and edges browning.
Sounds bouncing
white walls cracked up
bars slicing the sun
watch like a caged animal
not going anywhere.
Life comes as a pill
downing yesterday like a syrup
Spin 'till I collapse
start to feel sick
the lights go out.
I'm not fucking crazy

yesterday I had dreams

I'm the kind of girl that once believed in romanticism. Knights and shining armor. Smiling faces and cheerful laughter. I believe in love and happiness. This is the kind of girl I am. There is no clouded eyes just sun-kissed hearts.this is the world i want. I want to think these wishes will come true. In hope of a happy tomorrow, a tomorrow that will never come

Leaving

Say goodnight to the moon
kiss the sweet reflection good-bye.
Watch as the stars burn out
Sing this sweet lullaby.
In the morning the sun will come
lighting up the late midnight sky
Caressing the horizon,
as the two worlds pass by.

-Rhymes, i really hate them.

Evanescent Love

At the end of the rains there is a fire.
Engulfing the lush blades of green,
once heavy with an unwanted desire.
As if rusted,
now brown,
the sun still blaring.
In this drought,
longing for the rains of tomorrow
Comes an ill-fitted cure.
Sporadic rain as if a tease
Bring what should be drops of life
Yet no, with each shower
more pain is to follow
Watch the the grass burn under the rays of the sun.

14.4.10

There's an empty feeling when your on the edge of tears. When it's not hysteria it's almost comforting. You cant figure out why you're crying or even when your going to stop. Just drops in the corner of your eyes. Just waiting for that moment of weakness, when you cant hold them back. This is the breaking point that either leads to an irrational meltdown or when the mind stabilizes again. At this moment there's a numbness, a reflection over everything. You can watch others love and die around you. But the the question is, did this phase you? Are you going to cry over lost a love or a dead child? Will you remember when she beat you down with words of incompetence? Count to three, take a breath, tell him you love him, cry.

Spinning. A spiraling downfall. Caring, thinking, crying. Raindrops fall, whisper words.Thoughts. Cold stings down my arms. shiver, shake, cry. Repeat. The trees, the leaves, the air. The hard plastic of reality. Everywhere, every screen play.They kiss.Disappear. Lie. A need, necessity, drug. Falling off the cycle. I wish.