I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
