God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
