i fear i feel
too strongly
too much

i fear i overwork
my emotions
and heart

i fear i won't
be able to stop
these emotions
drenching my
crooked soul

i can hear the wind blow;
tonight i'll stay up late just to watch
the sky glow with bright orange

there are people in this world
that i'd like to know, but
i'd never meet, i'd never see
somehow that really saddens me

my mind is clouded with thoughts
that stream on and on and on and on,
sometimes i don't know what to do at all
other than turn up the volume of the radio
to play a terrible pop song

these are the days that must happen to you,
a wise man once said

i just wish, sometimes,
i had someone special to experience it with.

wormholes.
they are so tiny--
a trillionth of a
millimeter.
maybe even less.
you cant see them,
you cant touch them.
but with them,
time slows
and everything
becomes new.
i dont mean like
a shiny new toy "new".
i mean like for a trillionth of
a second, things in our
universe change.
they change not by much,
but by how they are supposed
to originally be.
like port keys,
they take you to a new place
in space and time.
they open up a
whole new universe.
wormholes.
arent they beautiful?

Sometimes, I am the girl
                     I wish that you knew.
Sometimes, I wish I was
                     more predictable.
                     Someone you could rely on.
                     Someone that you could trust,
                                       to do the same-things.
Sometimes, I wish I was
                      running naked in a
                      new and unfamiliar
                                       place.
Sometimes, I want to throw it all away-
                      You are too good for me anyhow.
_______

Sometimes, I think I was made
                      for you,
                      but am afraid it's not
                      the other way around.

Other times I know we are in the right place,
                      But constantly worry-
                       for your heart,
and what I could do to it.

Where has the time gone
One day present
The next absent
Time flies when it's taken for granted
The fabric in which some were overjoyed
Others had sorrow
In the birth of a new relationship
One has withered away

Feeling the downpour of longing and nostalgia
Evaporating into the drought of anger and regret of things past
Thoughts condensing in the recesses of the mind
To Every Beginning There Is An End

roses are red
your lips are blue
i hope you like these flowers
because they're for you.
they say you can't hear me
but i don't care
because deep inside
i know you're there.
your skin is pale
and the machines beep
but i know your heart
is mine to keep.
the line is about to go flat
please don't go
you're the one i call home
the only one i know.
your heart isn't beating now
your skin is cold
there goes my dreams
of us growing old.
these roses are red
but my heart is blue
and you left me now
and i miss you.

Poems are a changing thing and are at worst a dragon.
Come to consume thoughts and drag words like virgins to the stake.
             when I was a witchy thing, black wings spread over in grief.
              I began to breath fire from depths of pain that no longer
              We're hidden- safe.
What a beast! Her eyes hot and tongue sharp and beauty unfolding
With each rip from a torn soul, oh! And to me, the greater the passion
The more a story is told.
              So it seems dark embers stir this creatures heat,
               While thundering for meaning as
               Joy to love, like a monster my dragon was only
               Trained to eat.
Molting form a maidens horror purity was up to fight,
Against the memories and faded- incomplete prose
That only taunted the will to abide.
               Writing only when voice can not answer
                and my heart offends- the more it bends
                To serve the dragon's fire.

Does your skin feel as if it is on fire?
I know mine does.
Can we compare burns, i'd like to share mine with you but can you obligate
my best interest.

Tell me everything, tell me everything you know.

Can we see what we are made of from blank scars? That our arms
are weighted to hold.

Are we made of flesh or bone? Or are we simply made of flint and steel
with a heart cast in tinder. That can be lit so easily with the slightest
emotions of distress.

Tell me your stories, as we compare all our catastrophes.

This one
That one
This time
That time

Tonight we are pushing aside all the stress as the world is ignited
in the ashes of charred coals.
The voice in your head, that you come to for comfort slowly breathing on the open ash
reigniting the pain.

Show me your bruises, hiding on the hardening concrete you call skin.
Everyone holds them, we just don't know how they got them.
we don't know who put them there
or why.

Tell me everything. Tell me everything they know.

Do you feel the burning growing and growing crawling out from underneath your eyes
letting tides of tears flow. They say you will feel better if you take this pill

you think you will be normal if you take this pill.
you think you will be accepted if you take this pill.
you think this pill is an exit.
an exit at 3am in the morning when you found out this pill does nothing
but transcend past your mind, portraying a self fixed image in the mirror.

The door is locked
The ringing wont stop
Screaming, but that whisper that same whisper that told you to do it
is gone.

-Wynterz Phyer