I was a kite
packed in a box
set on a shelf in a room
painted and sewn as a gay silk kimono
but could not shake a strange gloom.
unknown unclaimed safe-captive and free
hems, seams and grommets
bound round …
But I was never Juliet,
and you weren’t Romeo,
Our love was true “Until death do we part”But I was never Juliet,
and you weren’t Romeo,
Our love was true “Until death do we part”
If I stood here back then I wouldn’t be today,
And to be safe each day I can only pray.
I’m just a kid, a dumb kid and I don’t really care
And I run my mouth and talk about anyone who isn’t here
So when I’m being arrested tonight at a quarter to two
Just know I take everything out on you
Winter Grey sky’s
Frozen woodland lake,
Blood on snow…
I wonder if the sky has fallen down
Right upon my lap as I stare out at this town
Because they’re just so bright that I could see
Them as if they were ‘this’ close to me
I feel like I’m talking to God
I used to never get sick of trying
I still haven’t gotten sick of dying
I got tired of running, got scared and ran again
It’s all just a game for me
Life has no blame for me
I have no feelings, I have no …
Signs point to ‘no’ and that’s just the answer I was looking for
Sarcastically I can turn my head but it changes nothing
I try, I fail and I’m costing myself everything. All my potential.
I’m better at…
Shaking and shaking and shaking
Like beans in a can in my ear is what I hear
Drawing me in like a cat to the past and present
To the fights and the turmoil and the noise
Candles dripping wax, dripping aw…
When I was 7 years old
My pink, plaid shorts
The music I listened to
That had no lyrics
But those wishy, washy riffs
The teachers feared us because they just knew
We wanted to kill everyone
Oh God, Mum
I drink a lot
Do not rely on me, 90’s
You always set fire to my friends
I visioned us
Running through a whimsical forest
Of purple trees
And yellow leaves
I saw glimpses of your form
You looked like an acrobat
Playing with my senses
Twisting and turning, we…
I sat juxtaposed to Elliot on his imitation-suede teal couch; a quite obvious hand-me-down from his older brother whom I’ve only heard of a few times. By now, a month or so into our meeting, he’s spo…
I saw your picture
In a photo album near my diary.
I gave you my heart, no one lives there anymore.
We loved one another.
Now we can be friends.
My infatuation ends.
Just another Monday.
These streets are c…