Railroad TracksYou drawrailroad trackson your wristhoping themetal-made grooveswill takeyou somewherebetterBut these tracksyou're chugging along ononly put youon a trainthat is zoomingtoward a deep,dark tunnelAnd at the end of this tunnel,there is no light.
ShipI missed you todayI regretfully say,My feelings are tidesmoving every which wayThe image of youshall be washed apart,As the shore and the oceando gently departAnd the way that my feetleft prints on the sand,Is the way that I feltwhen you held my handBut it's time to move on,this ship's found new land,The anchor is sunk,and I will withstand
Lonely:When you'reso unwantedthat evenyour thoughtschooseto exityour company.
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,but they’re catching in my throatAnd my heart is heavy in my chest,with a weight that holds a heavy loadThis weight is not a pound of gold,but rather a pound of worthless rocksAnd now I’m spitting bits of gravelas I try to talk
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesBut dear, what do you mean?Do you mean you want the planets,the asteroids,the sun?Do you mean you want the stars,the galaxies,the moon?Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?An infinite vacuum,a quiet location,solitude for the soul?Oh yes, my dear,I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in thereOh yes, my dear,in there,It’s as empty as you.
Mason JarSpeak my nameto the cavern walls,let me hearyour beckoning callsAnd I'll save the echoesin a mason jar,and open it to listenwhen youare f a r.
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
Starlight kisses and bed sheet hugsMy teeth arecoffee-stained,and my eyeshold dark pocketsof graphitebecause of allthe late nightsI let the starlightkiss me,and my bed sheetsembrace me,because I realizedyou never had,and now-you never would.
Cement HeartI built a wallaround my heart,and sworeI'd never let you inbut the more time thatI spend with you,allows the beatsto crackthe cement.
CobwebsThere arepartsof my mindthat aregrowing cobwebs,would you liketo be the oneto dust them off?
VeinsI wishmy veinsof ocean blueflowed not justto my heart,but toyours too.
Melancholy thoughtsI tastethe sweetnessin your words,only to wonderhow many othershave tastedthem too.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are strugglingto tumble off my tongue,and despite havinga fleshy cushionto rest on,they stain my teethand sting like acid"I'm sorry," I stutter,but the bitter tastedoesn't leave my tongue-not because the words weren't true,but because I knowI won't hear,"me too."
A message to the brokenYou drown yourselfin liquid sorrows,letting the salty messburn your wounds,and the sadnessto drip in your mouth,consuming your wordsand you sayyou deserve the pain,but I want to dry your face,and whisper in your earhow the clouds cry too,while they hold such beauty,and so do you.
...when death put its handon my shoulder,it shivered;i was alreadycold.
here's to losing youhey, wow,you look...great! you do!I'm well,and you?good, good.are you happy?great!am I? no, but here, have mynervous laughter, see me turn myselfupside down when we runinto each other.while you are shaking handsand kissing babiesstill smiling for smiling's sake,I've seen the real youcrying into wine. I've felt youstain my shirt black-streakedwith hidden away thingscreased things, folded and-tucked-under-heavyupturned-lip thingsand in the process, yousoaked my soul in everything you.spooning your vulnerabilitywas better than exchanging virginitiesin one blind night,better than the electric joltsyou sent burning up my armswhen you grabbed my handone day, out of the clear blue,better than that first kiss when both our tensions dissolved into each otherlike butter in a hot pan.nothing has quite matched the nightwhen I saw you naked, saw youemotionally undress for the first time:I'm fine,
how to get drunk and not mean itfirst:lie.say you’re just looking to have fun.don’t tell her about the last time this happened.plan on staying away from beds and grabby hands.plan on forgetting for once.next:lay in bed anyway because you trust her.debate if that’s wise.contemplate the universe and what dying feels like.decide it sounds like her laughter.feel like dying.then:let her hold you.try to decide if you want to remember this tomorrow.whisper into her mouth that you love her.let her shakily toss it back.lie to yourself.say you’ll forget.don’t.lastly:wake up with her in the other bed.complain about the headache.don’t complain about the lack of warmth.she’ll ask if you remember last night.lie.be hurt when she does too.write poetry about how you don’t care.do.lie anyway.
I saw thatI saw that.The way the wordsstuck in the back of your throat like glue.The way you held your tonguefor fear of ridicule if you spoke up for yourself.The way the syllables gushed from their mouths,a torrent of excuses,when they did you wrongbecause you didn't make your own caseand you should have been more forceful.I saw that.And I've been there, I've lived it.I know it's hard to let their criticismroll off your back whenthey've already knocked youflat on your face.But I saw that.And I won't let you fight it alone.
.you buried me deep and called it a triumph,but you never realized -I'm a seed.
tonight i am old againtomorrow morning i will betwo again and scared of the shadows.i will be two again and i will notlook out the window unless you areholding my hand,i will be two again and my father willbe the biggest man on earth againbut tonight i am eighteen, i ameighteen, i amholding the world in my chest and it isbeating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)china digs a pattern in my backbone and iam red red red redi am a communist daughter andthe trains to shanghai will leave somethingto be desiredi am eighteen, i amall the life in the worldstacked around a schoolruined spineand the world moves softly and shetouches me gently with her faceand then slides away.tomorrow morning i will befive again and i will be happy,i will be five again and i will notlook at my body the way my mother looks at her body,i will be five againand people will just be pretty, people will just be"beautiful,"tomorrow morningpeople will just bepeoplebut tonight i am eighteen, i ameighte
...Wind up my heart, butlet it go.because it's Clockwork,and i'm running out oftime.
Mental Disorder DinerWhy hello there miss.Welcome to battered and scarred restaurant,where disorders are over cooked, raw or however you like it.Would you like to start with our appet…. I mean anxiety disorders?I'll start off simple with panic disorder,while being a simple dish, it has a bad after taste of fear.You can taste the fear from here.Next up we have our social anxiety disorder,This disorder is on back order andtoo scared to show up to the meal sometimes.It does however come with a side of sweatNo, not your style?PTSD is our special appetizer of the day,because it only trusts on some daysand comes with flashbacks on the side.Next we're on to our specials, considered the hardest disorders.First is bi polarity, which will take you through a number of sensations.from sad blue to normal grey to euphoric high yellow,Schizophrenia is a unpopular one of many,the hallucinations are controlling and over cooked.A bit too difficult to chew?Our main courses are eating disorders.Fi
i am worth it.and if this feelingonly lasts for tonight,i'll swallow the night;rearrange the starsto map theletters of my namebecause i am worthevery second it takesto let the world know i'm alive
In needTake my hand. I won't let go.
how to take someone for granted (instructions).i. when the weight of the world is on their shoulders, leave them be.when the heaviness transfers to you,expect their sympathy.ii. goodnight cuddles and kisses add a nice touchto a relationship; it is far too muchfor them to ask you to listen.too much time is wasted, you see.iii. yes, when they are curled up crying with their blanket or duvet or whatever instead of you for warmth, you know you're doing well.they are beginning to tellthat you only want them for your own need.iv. endless messages flood your phone. inbox. voicemail. letterbox. they want you but you are not there.you don't care. congratulations - you're not too attached.v. now it's the time to find someone newto bend-over-backwards and jump through hoops for you.she has gone crawling to someone else for support and is trying to forget your existence.and just how do you feel about that?
.i laid in the flowers andi listened to them hum,i think i loved your handsthe most, even when theyflayed me to the boneand i don't think i'msupposed to talk about -the devil, he said i'velived one hell of a life,you see, just read myname out backwards,and god ain't nothingbut a dog, so don't youeven go wasting your time(i left my conscience pining outside the door)
SpacesWhen you saidyou needed space,you meant morebetween your fingers,so you could holdsomeone else's hand.