InsanityThe sky is purpleThe sea is redMy dog is a dragonMy brother a demonA creature perchesOn my shoulderAnd whispersEvil deedsHe tells me to dump the oilAnd light the matchCut the ropeAnd watch the chandelier dropBlood seeps from the wallsScreams echo in the darkThe moon calls to meIn a sweet lullabyOf insanity
feyThe wind whispers to mein hushed tonesThe trees rustleand tell me their talesThe sunlight fills mewith warmth and wonderThe shadows reach for mecraving lust and destructionThe sea sharesits sorrows with meThis is who i am, feyMy world, that of Faerie
Faeriethe windin my haircool waterlapping againstmy bare feetthe warmthof the suncaressing my skinthis is my worldthe world ofFaeriewill you come awaywith me?will you be myother half?balance my worldbe the calm againstthe stormthe moonlighti revel inthe fire thatkeeps the dark at baymy love,come with meto Faerie
Mine?I ask forForeverAnd You sayYou willAlwaysBe thereButThe distanceScares meThe timeUnravels meWhen we areTogether againWill you stillBe mine?
My WorldWhen I'm with youEverything fades awayYou make me feel aliveI want you all the timeWhen you're goneI feel emptyColdLostDeadBut, when I'm with youThe world comes aliveThe colors are brighterThe sounds clearerThe tastes sweeterYou are my strengthMy stability, my everythingYou are my world
melt downmy lifetornmy heartshatteredmy head isa mess ofconfusioni don't knowwhat to docan you tell mewhat to doim in themiddle ofa mentalbreak downoh yesim havinga melt down
RELIEFThe biteof thebladeThe stingof thepainThe flowof thebloodreliefsosweet
Hopedarkso darki runand irunwhere isthe lightthe wallsare closing inhopelessand alonein thedarka smilein thenighta warmthin thecoldyour handheld outto memyshininghope
ESCAPElostin amaze ofinsanityrunningthroughempty roomsand burningforestssearchingalwayssearchingfor anescape
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)I could give you armfuls of oceans, greatmountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chainbut you will always ask for a dormant volcanoand a star you can hold in your palm.And I have tried to be that star, have tried tocombust bright enough, shrink small enoughbut it is never enough for you. You kiss mymouth with those carmine lips and swallow myheartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glowI glow and you go you go you go on stringingme along a trail of crumbs, making me forgetthat I am starving myself for your table scraps.I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into youranswering machine, could fold dust columns thatfall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clatteringabove your dreamcatcher and you would only ask fora dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.And I have tried to capture the tides and I have triedto blow glass but my hands are clum
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veinsand you thought it was quaint,so when I took shears to my jugular -you wouldn’t help me cut them out.You thought I’d be opheliacif they bloomed, splashing whiteinto my already paling wrists.Maybe you thought the perfume would purify meand being a tragic heroinewould be better than just being tragic.Their roots choked out my heart and the landslides slipped soil in to my blood stream soas I died,drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,all I could hearwas you telling me that you lovedthat I had Gardenias in my eyes.
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,You observe the likeness of unknown features,Condemning, curving your mouth with disdainFor the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to findUtter compliance you seek,Yet of vain dejection you only reek.The enmity that guides your every lineIs but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.Depart from the ignorance that compels you,Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
DarknessThe disease came in the form of quiet, loving destruction.It pulled me out to sea,Waves crashing in on me from all directions.It planted lilies in my throat.Until I choked onRoses and chrysanthemums.It made my mind my own personal head stone.Nothing but polluted wordsThe flowers made it sound so playful and innocent when I said,'I am better off dead.'Invisible.You rage wars.Tugging at the skin underneath my eyes.Silent cries.Tortured lullabiesOf a once friendly stranger's goodbyes.Quiet and loving.You made me fall in love with the velvet of your darkness.The way you cloaked yourself around me.You gave me the piercing control of a knife.You whispered,'Death isn't a disease. It is a solution.'A solution to the dark abyss.LonelinessNags at the back of my skull.It makes my eyes dull.The darkness loved my light.It loved it so much,It was a parasite.It stole my sun.Now I am just a super novaCollapsing in on itself,Until I, myself, become the black hole.
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badlyWhen your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.When you can't hear your own thoughtsOver rumbling drum rolls of thunder.I will be the umbrella to protect youFrom the freezing rain.I'd set my bones aflameWatch them spark and burn.I'd turn my soul into a Bon fireJust to keep you warm.I'd catch fire flies like stars.I would keep them in a jarAnd give them to you.Because you light up the dark of the night sky.When I am feeling blueYou are the one that helps me get throughThe murk of my lonely thoughts.And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.I wish you could see youThe way I do.I see you in the starsYou talk about them so fondly.Every constellation reminds me of you.I wonder if you are made of cosmos.Such chaotic, pure energy,I see you in the rain.You are coldBut inviting.I'd dance to the music of your soft,Pitter- patter melody.I see you in the air I breathe.Because you are the thingThat
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.She wears a crown upon her head,And befriends the monsters under her bed.She sings songs to birds.But no one ever heardHer cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.Real world little girl.She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.Hoping to findThe same peace from when she was young.And she's like water colors.So soft, and easily washed away.She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.I found her hiding within her tower.Far above the real world below.She is so broken but never lets it show,So desperate for some fairy tale ending.She asked me quietly one day,'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'I thought for a moment before replying,'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.''The world is grey.'I heard her say one day.As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.Her voice sounded happy and sad,All at once.As she ripped away the last pageIn her story book.
Your feelings are validI once readthat a teaspoon of matterfrom a black holecan weigh thousands of tonsupon Earthso think about thatwhen someone tells youyour problem is no big dealforit may not looklike you have the weight of the worldupon your shoulders but it sure can feel like it.
The Rogue FactorRise, fall, get up, stumble and runit's getting harder to catch a breathin this cloud of scorching lies you've shoved me in. Stop right there, I am not following you againyou, the one who held a scythe to my throat,had only brought me closer to a death I didn't cry for. It's a price I've paid for having faith inyou, the one with blooming roses and stinging, poisonous thorns.Whose dreams was I chasing?Were they yours, mine orwere they the illusions of a distant fall?Heaven and Hell crossed at your feetbut you took the wrong turn and blindly led the way,straight into a fire that welcomed me with open arms.Doubt someone like you can atone, you, the one with a habit of tearing souls.Yet here I stand, and fightagainst you, once and for all.I grew tired of letting you take control. I found a strength in a goal you can't claim,my life and my work are no longer yours.Hope shines bright you monster, I'm not going to be a victim,I'm not holdi
Eighteen Years OldTwenty years old, and unhappy with the world.Twenty years old and threatening teenage girls.Twenty years old and unsure of who you are.Twenty years old and hiding behind keysand a space bar.At twenty years old, your anger gets the best of you,at twenty years old, I'd hate to be you.At eighteen years old, I feel sorry for you,despite the amount of agony you've put methrough.Because the one who is the giver of your lifecriticizes your appearance and your size.Despite talking, and the gawking,and all in between,I know you're just a poor man suffering.But you're twenty years old, and you shouldknow better.You're twenty years old,and you'll never understand this letter.Fifteen years old, with the mind of a toddler.Fifteen years old, and though I'm writing this,I shouldn't even bother.Fifteen years old, and you're already a professional stalker,you're toxic, your disgusting, and a suicide blogger.Fifteen years old, and life is a game, you can ruin people,play with pe
fallingfallingfallingfallingdeeperanddeepereverythinggoes blackcold tendrilsof fog creeparound methe darkoblivionconsumes mei let goand falla silent cryescapes my lipsi reach outmy handand hopeyou willcatch mebefore i'mlost