you tell me about
the skeletons hidden
in your closets
and i tell you about mine,
hanging on my
cherryyou said you measured your life in color
not bright yellow,
the kind of yellow
that the sun showed
late in the morning,
light and happy
because at one time you were
clear skies and bright eyes
and you said
you almost missed it
almost missed it
except you grew accustomed to
blue like the
bubbling in your eyes which
would be empty
because this was the kind of blue that made you feel
this blue was like
where you felt in between and
you were waiting for something
you really didnt want
or blue like the
that faded into
you recall black
with a snarl
because it wasnt a color
it was a shadow
a black hole
that sucked you in
and made you
nothing but the
shadow that you found home
backdrop to stars,
you simply held beauty
but you could not be beautiful behind the stars
you were not art,
you sat behind it
you said that there were colors you never went
we were carcrashed hearts/you were the end of uslate night
your smile was more beautiful
than all the stars
but you never believed me when i told you
i sang you songs of
love and hope
and you smiled and thanked me
and i wondered what for,
the only reason i wrote them
you with the sunsets
at the tips of your cigarettes
and the oceans
storming in your eyes
you with the galaxies
lost in your bruises
and the petals of roses
slipping through slits in your skin
not everything was beautiful
but on you
it was art
you were my
something worth fighting for
and i was your
the way your hair curled
around your chewed up finger nails
the way your knuckles bled
left lipstick kisses on white walls
the way your lips cursed
the worst of words id ever heard
the bullets the blades
at my head at my arms
they were art
the way your eyes glazed
after long days of smoking and long nights of drinks
the way you smelled
of tobacco and booze and cinnamon sticks
the way your bones and your veins
showed through your skin paler t
i could only write you so many lettersit was bad but getting better
we were sad but sad together
you can't just up and walk away
with everything i had
and everything i knew
they say you can't lose everything at once
and you proved them wrong,
and it's been days of
and i think my heart is slowing down,
willing itself to stop
but you wouldn't care
you never did
it's been a while
i thought i forgave you
i thought i forgot you
but you snaked your way in
through the pores of my skin
the cracks in my skull
the gaps in my consciousness,
the ones lost in clouds of smoke
and at the bottoms of bottles
broken and shattered
but you're back
and you're not even really there.
all i'm seeing are shadows
all i'm seeing are dreams
because you said you'd never come back
yet every night i feel your arms around me
and every morning i feel your fingers around my throat
and every time in between i feel like
you are in my chest
you are the only thing
keeping this dying heart
mad kids clubi don't think i was ever getting better
there were days i could feel
and days when i couldn't
and days where i stifled sobs
and tore through skin
and held my breath
and drowned in gin
but i never said a word
because if you knew
and i never wanted you to be anything less than happy
and quite honestly,
i am pissed.
i bite my tongue so as not to hurt
those who hurt me
i break my fingers so as not to
shove them down my throat
i walk the fine line of
hoping i lose balance,
hoping the tables turn
and the scales tip to one end
because this line is getting hard to walk
and i don't care where i fall
i'm mad that i feel too much
i'm mad i don't feel a thing
i'm mad that no one cares enough to help
i'm mad that i can't tell anyone that i need it
i'm mad that i don't know what i'm even mad at anymore
you fight like the walls are thicker than they aremuffled muffled
you keep yelling
i dont know what youre saying
but its loud
and its angry
and its everything in my head
but a story below
and i can hear you
it was three years ago
when you first brought it up
i cried all night
i went to school the next day and \
smiled like i always did
i didnt tell anyone
"suffer in silence"
every time i thought of it
i came home
i cried myself to sleep again
i can hear you now
but i dont care anymore.
my world isnt shattering as it did
three years ago
i am not breaking
i am not falling apart
i am not melting to tears
as i have before.
and i wonder why
three years is a long time.
i have thought of the divorce.
it never happened.
you guys smiled
and joked like nothing was wrong
for three years
and yet i knew it was coming
the storm ceased,
the stillness after the storm
becomes the clam before the next
and this is it
this is the next
this is the storm that rips up houses
youre in my class but you dont know my nameWhen you tell my story,
tell them I was one of three kids
yet an only child
in that I was the only girl.
Tell them that the home I found
behind cream colored walls
and the kind of wooden fences little kids dreamt of
and in the salty air carried up by ocean breezes that found their ways to me
did not carry the sister I so desired.
Tell them that the sisters I had
were the sisters I found
and not ones of blood but rather
ones of heart.
Tell them how to find family in friends.
When you tell my story
tell them I wasn’t one for dreams,
for my head was often filled with thoughts of college
and test scores
could I live up to
what I had already achieved?
Tell them that
though I wasn’t one for dreams,
every once in a while
one would sneak its way in
through cracks in my skull
through the pores in my skin
through my heart and my soul and snaked up to my head,
one dream, one wish, one want
One day I would have it.
I’d help people.
Maybe a doctor. Maybe a nu
teen sitcomshe's a carousel of lovers; bow before homecoming queen
built from holy Roman marble and a pound of Maybeline
a hundred cameras catching teeth; unconscious girl out the door
friendship bracelets slipping off and melodrama turns to gore
cherries popped beneath high-heels; pulses slow down to a crawl
no more teacups, dolls are gone- big girls play with alcohol
ShadesI'll lay you down upon this bed,
Eyes blinded with a strip of black cloth.
I'll take my time to circle around you.
Enjoying the light aroma of fear and sweat;
Mixed with just a hint of excitement.
I'll see your legs pushed together,
Perhaps in anticipation.
Or would it be the butterflies;
That dance a shade of scarlet upon your cheeks.
I'll take my time to run these fingers
Along your soft milky white skin.
And even before you part your lips to confirm it,
I'll already know that you belong to me.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
RainShe was bloated, swollen in her
Own melancholy moisture
Threadbare at her contours
Unravelled into gray woolen
Strings, too loose for her skin
And they drained off her shoulders
To pool in a waxy heap by her
She was rounded by opaque
Moons, liquid apricity. The life
In her womb churned, awakening
From quiescence. Her being
Shuddered from the maelstrom within
And in a great wailing cry of woe
Her waters burst in a ferocious
She roiled under each contraction
As unearthly poetry thundered from her
Throat, emblazoned with lightning. Her
Child is birthed, swaddled in her failing
Body, decrescendo heartbeat.
And as the babe breathed, the wind
Abandoned her shallow lungs,
The Night VisitShe arrives on time each night,
With a flurry of quick footsteps,
Followed by a timid knock at my door.
The reply I give her is often curt,
'Enter,' I'll say
And she does.
I spend a moment taking stock of her appearance:
Noticing bare skin beneath a heavy brown coat.
A few droplets of sweat run down her neck,
And she swallows nervously as she awaits my instruction.
I approach her slowly;
Enjoying this moment where the distance closes.
My eyes take their time to pull her into focus,
And like a bolt of awareness she becomes vivid;
Her lips a sparkling red and utterly lush for a kiss...
Her eyes are doe-eyed and completely tame;
Her makeup is perfect, as I've always liked.
But I can tell, beneath that flawless surface,
That it was rushed under a dim streetlight.
At this point our lips are separated by a bare inch,
I like to leave this distance as I stare into her eyes.
I enjoy the way her breath quickens as I ask her the question,
The question that beg
The Death that is Left BehindI.
the layers laid,
alone is a man who scrapes
outward. He is
like the child fallen
down a deep well, who
sees the way is up and yet
scratches stone walls
instead--the flesh of
fingers giving way, symbolizing
a waning vivacity sealed
in the center of his diamond-hard
Sound is a physic; music, a friction--
white hot motion to motionless
souls. It is pain and heat, terrible
and beautiful, healing, and the death
that is left behind.
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the Knight
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
AnimeAs soon as i saw Anime on Tv I was happy to see it played,
I Like inuyasha, FMA, Naruto and many others but why?
At 34 years old loving anime, isn't this strange?
Loving Anime is loving someone
You cherish it forever
Until You die but Anime is Amazing what they can do today..
Its in 2-D, 3-D and CG's But no matter what,
Anime to me will always cherish me into my heart and soul
When i was younger Anime never existed,Why?
Anime will stay into the younger kids today,
Anime will rule the world maybe someday?
What can you do not without a pencil today?
You Can draw Anime,
You Can always give you're best shot to draw even if you're not good enough,
True isn't it?
You can put Anime on Tv, on a website about everything,Anime Kick Butt.