I’ll bite off my hands and scratch
my flesh until I am raw
I’ll take back those words injected
with lies and fallacies
 

And I’ll grow fingers born to spin
blood into poetry and I will
hope for a grimace for your
body to be violent and trembling

For your mind to ache, as
morality fades and for those
unknown skeletons in your soul
to march out and be joined by more

My poems will demand your
tongue to be filled with a sour
distaste and you will swallow
despair and throw up desire   

And you were always waiting
for the trigger and with my
looming words it will be
too easy, too hard to resist


You’ll wish
I’d said warning don’t
Read this

(But 
you would
of read it 
anyway)

Drowning In Your Eyes

I am clinging onto 
glances
slowly fading from 
memory

And at the end of
remembrance
I am cold and still

For time keeps
fading and nudging
me to neglect the
ache


But I’ve always
retained the bad
instead of good

Your eyes weren’t
made of stars and
warmth, but of ice.

Dark blue, frozen
oceans. And each
time I am lost

As the glare cuts
me to pieces and
chases me in my
dreams

And yet my head
bears the pain
for what my heart
will never forget. 

Your hand is still
inside my chest.

Your fingers have
clung on for so long.

I don’t remember 
the feeling of
a beat

But you will always
be there holding 
on 
(to a heart without 
a heart)

thestrangerinyourdreams:

You were born to talk
with the moon and make
the stars laugh

On the back of the sun
your smile hung and the
clouds floated in the 
midst of your eyes 

I never had a chance with
your hands covered in the
flesh of the universe

(via the-secret-life-of-day-dreams)

When your sullen eyes
are bluer and blacker
 

And the little cracks on
your skin break open
 

When your bones crumble
like glass on concrete
 

And your thoughts grow
like deadened trees in
winter

One day you will understand  

I am your pain

Knives fell from the
sky full of
pain instead
of the rain
full of tears
as each blade
pierced 
my flesh I
would thank you
for the numbness 
but you were
already
in a plethora of blood 
crying 
out my name 

Summer is lingering 
upon the beginning
of autumn days 

And the heat laces the air
in an undeniable anger for
It is defiant and wants
to stay 

The days are shortening
and the sun is dwindling 

The rain will pour and the
rays will fade behind the
clouds

(I never liked
when summer wore
out it’s welcome 

but I’d miss it when
it’s 
gone )

You were born to talk
with the moon and make
the stars laugh

On the back of the sun
your smile hung and the
clouds floated in the 
midst of your eyes 

I never had a chance with
your hands covered in the
flesh of the universe

My hands were covered 
in ink when I drenched
the page in a language 
full of you 

And I blame your
soul for leaving stains
on my flesh

For the words to seep
through my skin
and enter
my bloodstream 

(As if taking over
my heart wasn’t enough) 

copunicus replied to your post: I haven’t heard the  song of a bird as it listens…

killin it!

Oh thank you, I really appreciate it!  xo

Don’t coax me 
just hold me until 
your tongue is silent 
and my body still