RelapseIt’s like countingSaturn’s rings,hash marksalong your limbs -remembering a timewhen‘just one more’made you feel better.- & you’re sitting therewondering whyDraco, stuck in limboalways looks like he’sfalling.
UneditedWe cry.We scream.We fight for our dream.We scream.We cry.We're just waiting to die.The same emotionswith a different drive.Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.The same in one way,different in anotherbrother and sister, sister and brother.So close in feeling,so different in the end.Falling apart, or finally on the mend?Which am I?Will I ever know?Fighting to stay or ready to go?Maybe I'm both,in some impossible way.Emotions oddly mixed everyday.Wouldn't surprise.I'm such a freak.Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
Battle in my MindEat. Don't eat.Take it easy. Work out until you pass out.Get help.Tell someone. Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.You're perfect. You're worthless.You're beautiful. You're disgusting.Why won't you listen? They don't understand.Let me help you. You don't understand.Show me. No!I love you..
In The DaylightIn The DaylightA false downfallAn unexpected revivalSunset to moonsetShining through darknessLife...redefinedDeath...redesignedIn the valley of promises- I will fear no endOn the brink of weakness- I will ascend-Roads of the toughestPaths of the darkestI conditioned my flawed limitsSo fearful memories won't be paralyticI had to raise my own spiritStrength and endurance become so vividA chance for change / A moment of fateA time to make peace / A brief feeling of creedA sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakesA secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incompletePain and peace are infiniteJudge the wrat
WorthlessWorthless,the name that cuts like a knife,Me,it's all that you see inside,My heart,is breaking with every breath I takeThe lies,the only thing I can't seem to face.
Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happenAnd when I think back to the day when we first Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off guttersCherry cola voice overs and dilated pupilsWe led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellationsYou wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungsOnly to find witches breath and dandelions Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mineAnd we fell into the static of dreaming diseaseThe operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existedAnd we couldn't help but laugh at the irony Because wishing was never an optionThe ane
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,swollen around the words she never said;dark rings around her eyeslike planets unremembered, anda staleness to her touch,the crystalline Dead Sea.she's living like a storythat's already been told"if no one loved youwould you mean anything at all?"in that moment, we forget to exist.
Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfectNever loose and rarely tightThey keep us safe from othersAnd keep our demons out of sightThey smile when we are brokenAnd laugh when we simply mustNo blemish or imperfectionA creation that will never rust.I seldom ever rememberWho I am without my maskThat to peel off that layerIs such a daunting taskAll others carry one as wellWherever they may goAnd no matter what is on their mindsOnly the molded mask will show.The lies they preach in publicOr the scars along their wristsAre left mute to others knowledgeIgnorance is such a splendid giftMy mask is oh so perfect Not a crack will showAlway
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do. It was a whirl wind romance,A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to. We built a house without foundationsAnd now we’re falling down,Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see. There was no fire to start with,Just two broken things, the world had left behind.The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.We never stood a chance or so
LonelyLonely.Unnoticed.People don't even lookwhen they walk by.Always ignored...Nobody even asks my ideas,my opinion.Nobody even knowswho I am.When people see me,they either ignore me,or ask a question:"Who are you?"But they don't even botherto listen to my response:"I'm Canada."Forgotton.Forgotton by everyone.Forgotton by my friends, my allies.Maybe one daySomeone will remember my name.Canada.
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,but what can you say?Nothing can help her.The pain won't go away.But she would've stopped,you could've said no.That's what she wanted,someone to say don't go.That someone wanted her,or at least would try.That someone would grieveif she were to die.But you just stared,nodding your head,and she realized the truthwith a feeling of dread.No one wanted her.No one cared.Not even you,with the the love you shared.So she said good-bye,and you watched her leave.She may have had the rope,but now you can't breathe.
Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?To nearly fall off the edge,but not quite...just so that you're dangling;clinging for your worthless lifelest it fall into the sea of loneliness. Your callused, pink fingers turningto a shade of purplish-red of painas it does it best to hold on.Splash.In the sea of loneliness,everything is crisp, translucent. There is nothing around you,you are alone...unlike other people,you have no one clamouring to save you;you have no onediving in to get you out.There is no pointscreaming for help,you will only wastethe little time and air you have left. You only have the darknessof the sea envelop
Lost In ConfusionLost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a restEmotions whirl and twirl aroundA merry-go-round gaining speedUntil the world blurrs before my eyesWhat's happening? What's going on?The simplest thought slips awayRight from my mind, fading so fastTrying to focus, I stare and stareUntil my eyes are heavy and unclear. I don't understand, what is going on..Emotions rise and fall againWithin the blink of an eyeI'm crying, laughing, and depressedA roller-coaster ride that never endsAm I losing my mind in this?I try to close my eyes and restBut the world spins me aroundI feel like I am failing this testVoices and noises echo
Deactivatedthere are voids and black holesand wounds,papercuts sinking deep intofinger fissuresonly to meet the unmarred loveof bones, strong andbare and pure.dark oceans are bleachedinto tears that leave nothingbut sea salt in my lipsand my words are injusticeto the death ofyour poetry.this is medrowning, trying to beyoutrying to preserve the ardorof your wordsand the honey sweet tasteof your passionit's alsohow my lungs work(when I don't read something from youI die more than a little on the inside).
With This RingWith this ring,I swear to keep myself pure.To not give myself away until the night of my marriage,To the one whom God has chosen for me.With this ring,I swear to avoid the temptationsThat may lead me astrayAnd defile me.With this ringI swear to not only keep my body pure,But to keep pure my mind.To not think perverted thoughts,To not corrupt myself from within.With this ring,I swear that all of what I am will be pureFor he who is to be my husband.
An open letter to my OvariesAn open letter to my Ovaries and associated hormones;It has to be said that you and me have never seen eye to eye, you make me feel like crap once a month, and turn me in to a homicidal maniac, you put me through an emotional rollercoaster with little to no warning, occasionally you make me feel ridiculously horny at quite frankly inappropriate moments, and sometimes when I'm stressed you stop working altogether; now I appreciate the thought but worrying about why you are not making my life uncomfortable is almost as bad as you doing 'your thing' in the first place.I also appreciate that you no longer make me attracted to men who are arse
My FirstWhile studying Archaeology at Uni I worked with human bones allot, but that first time actually dinging up human remains yourself makes an impact.My first was not a full skeleton', it wasn't even a full skull: I was digging on the outside side of a cemetery wall, within the cemetery itself there had been liberal re-using of plots, previous occupants neatly stacked to one side or deposited in a smaller holes in a muddle of assorted body parts and owners, along with the expected collateral damage of randomly strewn pieces, where shovel had struck before eye had been seen. I had been told that there wouldn't be any human remains in my area, a
My Biggest MistakeYou're the biggest mistake I never made,And I regret it every day.Sometimes I wish I wasn't so smart,Dumb enough to follow my heart.My biggest regret and my biggest mistake,The wrong decision I didn't make.