Lips like bloodlines,
Carmilla kisses her mirror
and calls herself dangerous

Naming myself for dead things,
for ruinous things;
fire,
the ash that drank Pompei,
the ivy that made your walls cave,

Was Lady Macbeth sweeping her hair in braids
to nest her crown?
Or Nefertiti painted gold to reclaim God?

I’m asking for the lavender girls
See, we do these things to be holy
to be myths in our skin

Tying feathers to our shoulders
and glitter to our tongues,
thinking
I can be gold if I want to
I can be thorn-tipped ugly

In pink fur, black lace, we kiss the toes
of Courtney Love and Venus in one breath

Cut back
to my blood-laced lips on the mirror
as though saying Narcissus is my idol
my skin placed above heaven
and I wish to love myself so much
I’d choke for it

waking
newly human
strange and soft;
pinpricks, feelings -
the crawlings around inside you
shiver as your skin becomes real

a nightlight for daytime sleeplessness
carry the seas inside yourself
like people:
walking barefoot
drinking sunstreams
and braving the dark red nights

hark, choir voices, still
slurring miss you discrepancies
howls in empty skies
wolves die

a misunderstanding of your insides
bones
more sand than rock
crumble at a press too hard

on this,
last day of your first life
hung on a boy’s fingers
the edge of a cliff
taste the water in your nerve endings dragging you home
you splinter,
and you rise -

when the bruise blooms, you shine

words words words.

in what language
could we ever say
all that we mean,
ever be seen?

silence thus glides.

a shore for stranding.

Poetry is for the heart,
And music is for the Soul.

Some boys will *******.
Some boys will love you.

When the time together becomes a bore.

    When you start to figure your'e not the only girl he adores.

   As you realize the kisses aren't sweet how the used to be
            
          As you lie there in his arms perhaps your heart will feel like it doesn't belong.

         And when you remember the memories you shared from this song, you'll start to cry.
      
   When the fun nights out are no longer shared with you.

You'll be sitting alone asking,
"what did I do?".
      
     Nothing will be same, not even text messages.

      When you send the I love you text, just know he's texting his ex.

And he'll probably get to you in a sec.

      With a response like, you too.

   Sweetie, cheaters will be cheaters.
And there always be him and two of you.

Day and night
It was your drug
You consumed it
Addicted to the feeling it gave you
this high
Couldn't reach this peak even if you lived in the sky
But suddenly and abruptly it was detached away
Now you feel the side effects
And your body aches
Your appetite for food gone
Sweats in the midnight hour keeps you awake
Like a fein
You sit in the corner shivering and shakes
Depression has become the breath you take
You stop looking in the mirror
Your reflection says you were the mistake
Carelessly you got hooked on love
It gave you life
Now you know it can kills
The side effects from love just makes you feel ill

Peter Peter cottontail
Tie your noose, don’t let it trail
you’ll be gone, you’ll be so young
Just like all the other ones

Jack be nimble, jack be quick
Don’t you know the baby’s sick?
She’ll be dead before you know
So hurry up, don’t be so slow

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo
Fairy Godmother, where were you?
The gun was put up to their head
You didn’t stop them from being dead

Twinkle twinkle little star
Won’t you tell us where they are?
They left and yet your mouth is shut
You saw that bomb that blew them up

Fairy tale’s might be there
To entertain, but beware
They won’t help you in the end
No, fairy tales are not your friend