

OuchAnd with the cold Returns my guiltOuch
With every star that falls So does my heart
With every smile I show I hide a frown
With every memory I forgot Your death replaces
Once again I feel the dirt in my mouth Coagulation of my blood As my heart slows to a stop I feel the bugs crawl through my hair Into my ears, up my nose The muscle caged behind my ribs Is once again a mound of filth and decay And once again I feel dead


this isn't really a poemSo I saw a falling star A moment of terrifying déjà vu I was in his arms And he whispered did you make a wish Holding back tears I repliedthis isn't really a poem
A whisper Yes Prodding further he asked What I wished for I couldnt respond You cant tell your wishes
Or else they wont come true But thats not the only reason I could not say For my answer Was to be in the arms of the last person Who held me when I saw a shooting star Its okay that I told you It wont come true anyway


Dreams of CemeteriesI keep dreaming of cemeteries And carnivals Children weaving through stonesDreams of Cemeteries
Marked with names of people I know They trample the flowers As I desperately try to rub out the lies the slabs tell You cant be dead
You cant be dead My palms bleed And my finger nails break As I scrub away
I hate myself For loving And I hate myself
For feeling Like I am the reason That they are underground "Out Damn'd Spot!"


Death isn't Real- Month 5Warmth has returned to my extremities I feel my heart pumping Blood no longer crawling, but rushing My lungs are no longer are dark, filled with lead But pink, spongy, contractingDeath isn't Real- Month 5
Instead of an insufferable, earth shattering pain I feel a dull throb A headache But located inside my rib cage
You are under my shoes Walt Whitman pointed out All around me You may even be a part of me Just an atom Somewhere in my makeup I breathe you I see you I taste you
Everyday
You are not gone Simply mispla


my darling cicadadarling.. let's make like cicadas and climb into dark branches at night to sing songs to each other so far out of sight above the heads of all those other tired, conventional lovers let our words melt into chirps and the soundsmy darling cicada
of our strings
forget the letters, the verbs, the same old things darling let's make like cicadas and fly off on new wings let's hide in the trees let them wonder where we are where nobody sees we'll be just as we please let's make like cicadas whispering our songs on a midnight br


fall is fallingrusty leaves weave a sweet scent through the dark streets as i descend its fall and i'm falling losing like the trees my faith and my love to a harsh autumn breeze sand through my fingers and wind in your shoes coming to blow you away too its fall and your falling out of my sky never to last longer than a summer could fly when the lilies have driedfall is falling
and the berries have withered fall will be falling with you but i.. i shall know only winter
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Da Binky-Bunny-Bunny...
The Funny-Little-Bunny...
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
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"I close my eyes....
.....because I want to see."
Paul Gauguin
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