Six Feet Of WinterWe left Autumn buried under snow.
Violet Lightning1.Violet lightning pulsedbetween the clouds.I wondered how muchelectricity was trappedwithin my ribcage.2.Pulse, flash;pulse, flash.Thunder roars withpride and itstarts to rain.3.I have never seen asoaked umbrella look soshapely before. All black coat,bright hazel eyes that screamso softly under dripping mascara.4.Our first date is traditional,which is odd because I'll soonfind that neither of us are thattype. The dinner was too cheapand the movie: too expensive.5.We held hands the whole time;she kissed my cheek in the cinema'sprivate artistic darkness.6.When she finally took me home,the only things I noticed were:hermodern art stuck to the wall with thumbtacks,herclassic rock on a neighbor's stereo,herher.7.We just talked in her bed, Ididn't even use the condom lostin the far back of my wallet.It was wonderful.8.I'm wearing a tux with abright redrose.She looks perfect in her white dress andbright redlips.9.We haven't decided ona name
RxI would prescribe for eachand every one of you tospend an uncomfortable amount of timewith someone more medicated than yourself.It doesn't matter if they see things,or refuse to feed their guts,or happen to be so anxious that theycan'tstopshaking.Just lounge around and pretend to drinkuntouched coffee. Smoke unlitcigarettes. Let them choose theconversation topic; it will be interesting-It will be aboutdemons.It will be aboutfireflies.It will be about the kinds of things thatstand over your bed and burrow deep into yourchest with their lighted eyes.He or she will make the casethat every medicine shares the sameintended side effect of making youfeel better, just long enough until theystart speaking with shadows againand consider overdosing on sanity.If I were them, I wouldaccent this whole conversation byflicking the light switchon andoff,andonand off;As if it wereday and nightall over again.
Spring Is In The..."Spring is in the air",she sighed, assnowflakes fellunder a frostedglass sky.The windowsmoldered into mistfrom her monotonewhisper. "Watch",her finger tracedsomething on the pane,but the breath haddisappeared.All I saw weresnow white flakesand Spring; fallingthrough her hair.
To Remember You ByIf you choose to slit your wrists,smear something thoughtfulon the walls with your blood.If you are planning to set yourself on fire,coat your clothes in copperso you burn emerald green.If you are going to leap from a building,do a flip or somethingon your way back down.If you decide to use a gun,make it a revolver, playRussian roulette until you win.Give us somethingbeautiful toremember you by.
You Have No Need To RegretDo not regret your actions,because at one point,it was exactly whatyou wanted to do.-but if it wasn't whatyou wanted,then I guess you shouldregret that too.
Search PartyMost people say thatI probably won't findthe one. There arejust too manypeople, too manyproblems.If you aren't theone,that's fine,I don't blame you.But please,just don't beone of them.
Keep The Lights OnKeep the lights on-I don't think I could ever tell you how beautiful you are, so I will just have to show you-oh please let me show you I want you to feel how beautiful you are I want you to knowI will make you know Feel me and let it all out Sigh for me and kiss me andfill your eyes up with longing as I pull my head back to look at you before divingback down to kiss you again I will show you I will show you I will showYouaresobeautiful.
Worth SomethingLife is so manythings; it issomanythings.It is force-fed withlonelinessunhappinessrejectionpainstrifehate.And I thinkit's overfartooquickly.
The Painter And The VeteranHe wanted to pull out the painwith a syringe, as if it wereblack jelly that had accumulatedunderneath his skin. This washow morning welcomed him.***On saturday nights, he wasthe kind of man who went around townpainting murals with a can. Theywere gorgeous, especially when cityemployees melted them with hose-water.***In America you can find dollar billsstuck deep in the cracks betweensidewalks; you can find people stuckdeep in the cracks betweenbuildings too.***You can also find people insidesaid buildings, inside beds,inside...***Oneand only onenight, the painter was approachedby a hairy young man with combatboots who claimed to have fought inVietnam. The veteran put a grimypaw on the painter's shoulder andasked if he knew why airplaneshad so many windows.***The painter didn'tknow, neitherof them had flownbefore.***The veteran slurred with distinction thatbefore windows were on planes,they were closed-offplastic flying tubes. But,one day every p
CourageA young womanwakes upin the morningwith the lightfrom her blindsmaking stripeson her skin.She throwsthe heavy coversoff herselfand leaves themon the floor,before scramblingto fix her mistake.She closesher eyes.
The BeachThis isn't much,but whenever someone tells meto put a shell around my ear,I hear your breathingwith my head restingon your warmth.I know it's justthe blood rushingaround my head.I know, it's just...the sun in your hairand the salt and the sand.
DreamHave you ever worshipped a glowing sunset?Have you ever tasted a poisoned lip?Did you ever dream in vainWith hardship through the rain?Gaze the turquoise mystic horizonAnd the thwarted snow-white cloudsDream for the Ever FreeFor the thawing souls.For the world.And you will realize, oh dear friendOur paths are to cross through the valley,Fill the hearts of our beloved ones.The world as we know it shall change
Dream through the skyYour reality is mine
All through the skyFor the record of life
I am MeI am Me.On the outside I smile.I pretend to give a shit.While inside I crave to be Me.I want to show everyone who I want to be.Who I really think I am.A tom-boy who has manners?An anime-addicted-yaoi-lover?A hardcore gamer?D. All of the above?None.I say that.I want that.It isn't Me though...It isn't really Me.I am not like anyone else.I don't know who I am.I don't know what I am.I don't know...What am I?Who am I?Do I want this or that?Do I care?Should I care?Should it be this way?Should it be that way?If I like it is it okay?What does make it okay?Isn't it my life and my choice?These are things I always ask myself.These are questions I can't find answers for.There are too many variables.Too many exceptions.I do know that I will fight for what I want.I will do whatever I want in the end.I'll get my way.I always make it to first place.No one can make me do anything.No one can tie me down.No one can break me.Even if I do fall some day,I'll go stron
Trying To ForgetMy knees still get weak,Whenever you come around.My heart still races,And makes that thumping sound.It's a different reason,Than it used to be.No longer for love,But rather anxiety.I try to forget about you,Whenever I see your face.My mind wanders,To an unholy place.I'm trying hard to forget,About you and the past.The memories it has caused,Will forever last.
Not In LoveI wanted to be an airborne strand of gossamer,Spiraling listlessly above the ground,I wanted to be the arsenal flames,Searing you in and out,But your breeze was not gentle enough to guide me,And your meek loving killed the fire kiss,You are the last leaf hanging from the tree,You can't quite let go, but you still persist
Invisible TearsHer closed up heartShut so tightLost in the darkHer half closed eyesCrying invisible tearsRolling down her pale white fleshHer arms painfully soreAll covered in bloodShe lays there not making a soundHer half closed eyesMay not cryBut that doesn't mean she is not shedding any tearsHer legs shakeAs she tries to standAnd tries to walkIn her half closed eyesYou can see everything that is wrongEverything that has beenHer legs give wayShe hits the groundAnd she doesn't scream outShe stays quietNot asking for helpAs she continues to cry her invisible tearsHer half closed eyesStill cry insideStill pain her mindThose half closed eyesCry without you seeingInvisible tears is what rolls down her faceSecret invisible tearsOnes no one else can seeShe wishes she were strong enoughTo admit defeat
Don't Listen To CommercialsI don't need baubles, only your love.Don't give me flowers, just your devotion.Leave chocolate on the shelf, but never leave me.
Anatomy of DepressionI watch the world go by through my windowpane eyes,and it turns my kaleidoscope mind.My lips are a cave by a turbulent sea;my voice a lonely echoconversing with itselfbecause of the big empty within.My arms witch for water,but my hands only ever hold deserts.My skin is a playgroundwrapped up in caution tape,casting chalk outlinesof the body it follows.My heart cries out in mutinyagainst my kaleidoscope mindas my feet dig deeper in indecision - -I can feel them taking root in the clay.
DreamsThe knowledge of eternity,More than just a hope,Helps me form my thoughts,Gives me a way to cope.Knowing how it ends,Yet writing the very first pages,Seeing the single face,that will be there through the ages.Hearing every word,And knowing it is all true,I am so excitedTo fall in love with you.
MessagePlease take a moment to read what I have to sayThis message is something I've been dying to relayI don't blame you for wanting to walk awayDespite me begging you to stayI know that every now and then I fall apartBut you knew that from the very startI'm being played for a fool, yes I knowBut I'm not one for letting goI'll do whatever you ask to get you into my armsI admit that I have fallen for your charmsEven though my biggest fear is that I will failTo win your heart I'll do whatever it takes to prevail
I Want... EverythingI want someone to take me in their arms, someone to holdI want to stand in the snow until I feel numb with coldI want the rain to pour down in sheetsI want to feel music, breathe in the beatI need a disaster, I need a sun burnI need someone to teach me, I need to learnI want to stand as snow falls languidly downI want to feel panic, I want to drownI want to be pounded by waves until I'm raw and bareTo lie beneath the sky, relish the airI want to sleep and find dreamsTo stand high above and listen to the echoes of my screamsI want to be loved, and love in returnI want to have everything, to never yearnI need to feel pain; I want to feel the joy of a fallI want someone to be brave enough to scale these wallsI need to feel wide awakeTo know what is real and what is fakeI just want to feel something
Maybe we all just want to feel something
Not AloneI wanna crawl up in your armsNow more than everI wanna feel your warm breath against my neckI want you to hold on to meAnd press my hand gentlySaying it's going to be okayI want you to whisper "I love you"While you wrap your arms around meTelling me that you will protect me no matter whatI want to know I'm not aloneWould you do that for me?
FatedLover's hearts b r o k e n by crossed stars.
On TimeThe more you think,the less you have.The more you have,the less you think.Thinkfeelact;we don't have time for everything.