Uneasy wish (am I worse)Leaves touch the air in solace of ash.Will you still love me because of how I am?Just a pile laying thereLike a starving child: your sweet, marzipan hands.
More than enoughGeneral love is when your mere existence is more than good enough for me.
PerhapsI've yet to imagine how the sage lives...Perhaps,Always busy yet always available for help.
Dream books: chapter 1: The assasin"That won’t be enough.""It already was.""But it doesn’t hurt at all…""Because you have nothing to feel it with…""I can still see you.""Yes, when you die, you still have the awareness.""It’s like… I’m still inside my body.""It will change soon.""Yea, I see it now.""Goodbye! Mission accomplished."
I hate to sleepI hate to sleep. Those untold legends of darkness, who's shadow is greater than any earthly possesses. Those metaphoric forms of death, those impure resurrections of your (so believed to be forgotten) ground-shaking traumas, or pillars of menace in past or future.But these are not bad. These are milestones.The real deal here is: Whenever I decide to set my eyes shut, I order my world of aware to go stop. I jump, shake my body, back to reality: "Where's my world, where's me?" I ask ‒Before my conscious world will fade to black.But what all this mess for? Why do I do this, when all Untouchable's treasure, land of wonder is there?Because it's a metaphor: it reminds me of how I did, or would close my eyes in reality.
Fire against fireIf you had enough from black, than you have to find something that is not black.
AdaptationWhen you see someone love who you hate, open your eyes big, so you can learn how to.
StressSpikes and wiresRasp the skin underneath.The Intestines:Paper crumple.
EmotionCan only reflect what's inside.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are the smiling face,That gave that kidBetter hope for this place.You are the helping hand,Even if you didn’t know it,That helped everything turn outBetter than planned.You are the voiceThat helped someoneMake a vital choice.You are the jokeThat made them laughAnd gave them that strokeOf happiness that they needed.You are the bright eyesThat light the way,A lantern of hopeThrough the fog of lies.You are their push towardsTheir positive afterwards.And you are far from worthless.You,To someone,Are the most important personIn the world.We are all charactersIn someone else’s story.That pivotal point,That pushes them from misery,And leads them to their glory.
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.Rain fell from the storms of my eyesand hit the cold earth of my cheeks.Sunlight fell down my facein gentle waves.And blood tinted lipssmiled only slightly.The gentle springthat bloomed inside my chesthad begun to growand flourishand replace the winterwhose frost had held tightlyonto my heart.Silence was welcome.Tears were shed in joy.Sunlight was here to warmand blood to live.This was it.I had made it.I know who I am.
Infinitepart ii.I locked you in my closet,in the recesses of my mind.I kept you in the dark, I kept you in the stagnant, static,strangling air for what seemed likeyears because you couldn'tremember what day looked like anymore.(You would sit facing the wall,scratching letters into the paint,nails curling and cracking upward.You wrote"I love you,I love you,I love you," over and over untilyou would bleed from your eyesbecause you couldn'tkeep them open anymore.That paint was toxic.Wasteland.You fed off the fumes of driedpolymer and you were so sure thatif you tried hard enoughthe words would go throughto me.)It must've taken months.The world traveled around the sunlike you traveled around me,hovering from a distanceso that I wouldn't burn you.They all say that it was mygravity that pulled youtoward me, but it was always you,you,you.part i.They say love is blind and I believe it.But we didn't start outloving each other like we do now.Frien
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,like powdery snow.Every day you hit the bathroom floor,grasp the porcelain rims,and your vomit echo through the door.I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,and your noises I could ignore.It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,but through your selfishness and saliva,I hope you realize I suffer too.I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.When you scream at me and yell,I've always had your back.How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,I wish I could be weak like you,but my strength is just too much.How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,and when you saw your broken form,then you would see the pathetic look on your face.But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,and through the repetitive screech,how I wish I could slam the door.I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.Because you couldn’t take this anymore.You laid there and said to me,Through tears that fell from your eyes,“Who cares if I were to die?”Reminding me of those hundreds of times,I’ve seen people bend and break.I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.I remembered standing by silently,Watching everyone collapse around me.Seeing bottles scattered around,Broken glass covered the ground.And I wondered to myself,“Is he ever going to get better?”And I watched you as you died,Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.Memories are still flickering,Behind my eyes.I suddenly remember my own cries,For someone to save me.Because I was so close to falling,That the abyss seemed more inviting,Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.Because my arms were too tired,To hold on.I am back in reality,Watching you fade away.And I see myself,And the countless other people I’ve wit
i'm cold, could you pass me a blanket?my kindergarten teachertold me there were flowers in my soul.too bad it's always autumn;dead inside of me.the garden is a crumbled heap,and my heart suffocatesbeneath the leaves.
FinaleMy world is destroyed.It's okay.My tears will goTo the exact same place.