He owns the stage. His feet bounce off the wooden floor; he’s moving systematically and creating rhythmic sounds. Though they’re in no specific pattern, every movement feels purposeful. … More Personal Pinocchio
Lust. Love. Forgiveness. Right now, that’s all I need. A chance: to live, to breathe, to be. Right now, that’s all I need. A book. A paper. A pen. An ear. A smile. A hand. Right now, that’s all I need. I feel my tears burning through my eyes. Oh, how I wish I didn’t … More Right Now, That’s All I Need.
Soon you’ll forget her scent and the sounds she makes when she has a nightmare. You’ll forget how her hands perfectly fit in yours, how her eyes twinkle like little stars in the nighttime sky and the many details you once fell in love with: the lines on her back that outline her bones, the … More Soon You’ll Regret
Where have I been all this time? This mirror holds onto a life – a soul without an ache; eyes with peculiar tendencies in an age of fright. I’m a time dweller that never learned to speak. Behind me is a city dying but I’ve no care. I stand by the water for a … More Time Dweller
There’s something beautiful and equally terrifying about being in love with your thoughts. I like to lose myself in my thoughts, pretending I’m not one but a hundred people. We’re all very different but we’re stuck in one body. One body and one mind. A mind that has a job of many. A mind that’s on the … More They they they
Sold my own, your soul for my throne — a wasted name, a memory without a frame. You should’ve known, I’m building up a storm, and its rain burns more than my growing flames. Close your eyes, you’re all alone and there’s a war within my walls. The cause is gone, this is the last … More Sold My Own
When did laying on my bed feel like drowning in thin air on heavy water? The heat transverses the length of my skin and converges with the water beneath me A body: still and restless — moving, spinning around, in a place it’s paralyzed in With muscles frozen, my heart beats migrate through … More Waterbeds
Can pain come from a place other than what I believe is a mistake? He gave into an obedience derived from his fear. He mustn’t be aware. We mustn’t speak. Words haven’t been said. But the free crowned a king — the rebellion is lost. He’ll regret ever living again. You think the breaths you take … More Little Monster
Dried efforts cry through the night as the drought within me spills into the darkness. Bleeding through an escape to this ride in a life sealed with a lethal twist. I’m running to a place deep under. Meet me there by 12 in the dark. Come to me. Surrender. I swear I saw a light. … More Beastly Night
“Alyazya” I hear a voice that made a home in parts of my brain that fail to function. My sanity is spilling out of my frame and my feet are heavy with blood. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to see him because I want to see him so bad. Clouds form … More Him
I’m holding you. Your venomous skin against my thin coated body; I’m destined to melt in this cup of misery. I don’t even get to drown. Your flaky skin feels oddly smooth against mine. Skin that was once so strong I thought it could evaporate my very being. Skin I imagined slicing open at moments … More I got you
One person witnessed me at my very worse, rock-bottom, surviving the earthquakes caused by the unstable ground I walk on. You’re one person I wasn’t afraid of being judged by, but I noticed the very human things about you that made me jealous of who you are. My heart wakes me up. It’s screaming … More Fallen
I’m lost. I don’t know where I stand with myself and I have no one to guide me — not that I ever thought I will but it still hurts to be neglected by those who should care for you the most. It’s all too much. The negativity is suffocating me. These people I surround … More A 2013 thought: Voices Lead You Nowhere
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