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.
Lonely:When you'reso unwantedthat evenyour thoughtschooseto exityour company.
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
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
PalaceThis palacewe've built for ourselvesisn't going to last foreverand I can already see the vines growing,and the cracks forming,and the walls crumblingdowndowndownto the ground thatis falling awayAnd I just can't understandwhy it is so hard to builda beautiful creation like we have,yet so easy to destroythe masterpieceonce it's made
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
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.
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.
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.
SavedYour tangled up soulhas taken a toll,Hiding dark and deepthe secrets you keepThe tears you have shedfrom thoughts in your head,Dear they were all fiction:a made up addictionI want you to knowI see through the show,I know that your eyestell genuine liesI watch as you feignas you’re still in pain,And my soul will be toountil I have saved you
It Comes With AgeYour bonesmight as wellbe of papier-mâché,at thetragic ratethey're decayingaw a y.
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.
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,grumbling and mumblingabout what I didto deserve this messAnd my mother glares,saying,"When I planted you,I put you deep in the dirt,not to bury you alive,but to teach you thatwhen the growing gets tough,the tough gets growing."
...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,
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.
Ocean WaveYou passedMeBy yesterday,Like an ocean wave.I wasn’tReadyTo surf.
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
Stop wishingI want to stop wishing upon every shooting starand counting down to 11:11. I want to stop hopingmy wish will come true with every silver penny inthe lake and every wishbone broke. I want to stopblowing dandelions and candles as though they holdmy future, I want to sweep away my fallen lasheswithout closing my eyes so tight that they hurtjust to hope for another silly wish to be granted.(G.L)-Stop wishing
The BarricadeThe spine is a jealous loverthat clutches its spindly armsaround the lungsin a fierce cage of boneto protect the tendernessburied beneath,where it can’t be seen(by love)It embraces our organswith a possessivenessof the heartbut even this shadowfriendlooking out for uscannot fully barricadeagainst splinters(from love).With the huskof aorta and veinthere is a knotthat can be undonewith the grazing of a smile.Even the spinewill bend under the weight(of love).
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
...Wind up my heart, butlet it go.because it's Clockwork,and i'm running out oftime.
To the boy who broke my heartWe only communicate by letters,stamps stuck down with kisses,delivered by cupid (or by royal mail)I have fallen in love with the curves ofyour name, stroking your white paper skinscrawling love notes in the folds of yourcollarbone, the folds of the envelope,pressing my hands into your backwith every word spillingfrom my mouth to your eyes;in the silence we say so much,separated at opposite ends of the skywe entangle our hands, braid our fingers like plaitsAnd your scribbles sigh from my pinboardand my cursive whispers from your deskreading between the lines, I can hear our heartbeatsecho, our steps falling in syncI love it when you wear those red blue and white stripes,when the airmail stamps are not smudged,when the queen smiles at meas if she knows what you’ve written, as if she is our matchmakerand you sign off with an x and I give you three in reply -Maybe I gave too much,packed my future in tissue paper and a parcel,packed my life into two beaten suit
In needTake my hand. I won't let go.
SpacesWhen you saidyou needed space,you meant morebetween your fingers,so you could holdsomeone else's hand.