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Ashes to PhoenixHonor student, writer
Letter my life in calligraphic scriptures
And leave me to myself.
Now I am a worker bee
Oh, a member of society
So far from what I used to be
So far away from you.
She likes to dance, likes to be stationary
Likes to keep away from me
She broke my heart, before the spring set in
Before I could catch my breath.
Look how far I've come
Baby, covered in oil and grime
Ashes to ashes, shit to shit
Ashes to phoenix
I cleaned myself
With your amber, lavender, vegan soap
And came out smelling like a dump.
"Every rose has its
Sewing needles, scissors, ball point pens:
Is my sanity.
Bar shaped shadows
Dance across my bed like
Would if I were anyplace else.
And all I ever want to do is
Sleep but everything keeps moving by
At the speed of light and I can't swallow my own spit anymore
Without it tasting like someone else's.
Must be all the pills they've got me on...
Shouts back contradictions when I think
So I don't think much anymore.
Butter knives and paper cranes;
All the things that they won't let me have...
As I dream of oblivion from this cracker-box paper cell.
Bottled UpDon't look at me,
With lying, glossy eyes
Don't pull my heart strings
Until you've ripped out every seam
why don't you hear me scream
and see me cry?
You cradle every fragile wound
You play along with every game
without you I would never be the same
You're a bum, and you are perfect.
Imperfectly, ignoring me
Forgetting that I've lost my way
And trying, always, to comfort me.
I can't see that you're perfect.
too young to be so cynical,
too old to make-believe
too much of an emotional
to sew back up these broken seams [can you do it for me?]
A cliche, fickle drama queen.
[you cradle every shallow wound,
but miss all the inf
Friends Until TomorrowWe are
For a moment
Inseperatable until we go our seperate ways
At the end of each exultant day.
Will you support me for
That flashes by like headlights
On an ague, langiud night?
Or whenever it's convenient
For our ever-busy lives
Where every moment is a lie.
The Reason I am Breathing"You are lost
And I am losing
Can you feel the crystal raindrops
Are you desensitized?
I can see the light!
How bright it shines
Oh, almost blinding,
It came too late.
Please don't turn your back
On your convictions, on your friends,
And on your dreams.
Please don't lose it all
Don't lose control like I did
I beg of you
Don't say that it's too late
For you to feel the rain
And see the light
Don't say that it's too late
Like I did."
We're getting married today
The ones who cry out "Your mistake!"
Huddle up together on one side
The ones who held my hand
Stand to my right
The sun is shining, music plays
and I am suffocating
On your open-eyed affection!
On our matching platinum rings
And on this light.
I found the note this morning,
It was crinkled by her palm
It was meaningless to me
Because I hold my friends and my convictions
Close like death
And I can feel the crystal ra
To Hell With HappinessSenseless treason
What's the reason for this blatancy
I can still be all that I want to be
Without wearing a banner, a decree
Then everyone would copy me.
Shh, keep your loved ones close
And all your secrets closer
Keep your soul contained within
One hollow flask
To hell with Lovers!
And to hell with all Best Friends
Who needs companions
On this bumpy, one-lane path
Of lost convictions to the past
Alone at last.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
The human condition of wanting to be everythingI feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
And whilst I find myself
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Is too much
Or rather too
An existence for me
So I will continue
In order to
Try and destroy myself
Enough so that
I can be w h o l e
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day i
stopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
Untitled ApathyI go to bed before I'm really tired
And I wake without getting sleep
This sick redundancy, inevitable
I miss you more each week.
I dyed my hair and changed my ways
But nothing could have prepared me
For the blow of feeling betrayed.
Liars, fake appearances
Her words were sharp enough to kill,
His ironic enough to put me to eternal sleep
"I hope the chaos in your life settles down soon"
Do you know how much your words still make me weep?
"I'm getting better every week", I say
To comfort you
But I know that no one's fooled
Not even me
And each day that I'm not in your arms
Just makes me slip further away...
The lights are dimming slowly
In the darkness, who will send hope out to comfort me?
Her lies, their accusations
Or his soundless, heartless silence
So thick and fattening
Oh watch me burn
I'll flame so brightly
In this hatred and this loss
Don't cry for me; all tears have already fallen and dried
In this desert of lies.
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