HeyCan I help you?May I come in?Your voice touches me like feathers Once againI let you inThe world shakes Somewhere in betweenMy body knows It will breakYour scent I can smell you comingA mile away Your eyes are bastardsManipulators of my inner realmI resist, but againMy body fails The micro mountains And hills of my…
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Of Love and Lies
Love is a tramp Seductive lightVelvet smooth Lies Love is your trapLuring scentWelcoming Lies Love are wordsYour words arefrost on the lips Lies Your Lies are realBlunt knivesThey tear, rip and glide Lies Your words are liesWords of loveLies about love Lies
Like Air
Trust and you will only be disappointed Expect and the disappointment will kill you And when you’re not already wishing you were dead Your body will waste away into the sheets Your tears, like acid, burning the skin on your face There’s nothing lonelier than not existing Like air. You’re his air. Constantly breathed in…
In Watercolor
A smile painted with watercolor thoughts Diluted in shades you will never see All absorbed on paper thins, A lifeless canvas Your love, a metaphor So warm, so abrasive Bristles as soft as your touch When you are not mad Your words, a blow to the head Ruby red waterfall My grip, my breath Intermittent…
Brand new hell
As we turn deeplyinto ourselvesIn an inward sort of diveTo explore the harrowingof whatever hell is This brand new hellThe devils are picking upA susceptible gazeWe are lost in a field ofThat neverending doubtAnd the sky is dimThe sky is your dreamMy hope, effervescentYou don’t ever get used toThe icey cold airIt crystallizes on my useless…
If you knew
If I can’t imagine what it’s like To run through the saltiness Run through the saltiness Run through the faults Your eyes aren’t faults For they strike like light Like lightning Like light They might It might just be enough To hold a stare In my state How would I? How would it hold? My…
Blood is ink
Embody me In the song you sing In your written prose With the words you grieve Portray me With the ink your pen spills Like every lie you’ve told Like every hope you’ve killed Devour me With your lust For nothing else moves me For no one else, for no one else
Sound of me
In the evening The dark of day Where thoughts are dead And ambitious That may seem senseless But for someone Whose eyes are closed Who lives through voice Yet the world Is not ready For the sound of me
Shades of Silence
When all you can do is scream A certain kind of self sabotage Only because you don’t allow yourself to be heard You walk around in all different colors In a light, so dim Unnoticed Shades of black and grey bleed inside Silently So quietly that you’d confuse drowning with simply fading away And that…
I’m No Poet
I’m no poet Though I play with words The same way you play me My silent need to provoke To earn what? Since any attention is positive And neither is something I gain from you I went out looking for you today Through red and yellow of spring Though imagined Almost if seeing grayscale Was…
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