mr lyric writer,
write a song for me,
put it on display
for everyone to see?

mr vocalist,
sing your heart out please,
may I love you forever
as your songs never cease.

I finally know why I'm drawn to blue
it's both happy and sad
and it says
*i understand you

even when you said no
I simply knew
that forever was what you wanted too
you saw into the future with wary eyes
and saw that we couldnt work,
and you didn't want us to cry.
long distance can be pretty rough
but knowing you saw a forever
comforts me enough.
so, think of this poem as a "not kiss"
and I thank you for fulfilling my wish.

maybe it's the saltiness they contain
or the emotion that I must chain
but the tears I dare not show
build up a knot in my throat
*I promise they won't flow,
it's too late now I can't let myself go.

maybe it's the saltiness they contain
or the emotion that I must chain
but the tears I dare not show
build up a knot in my throat
*I promise they won't flow,
it's too late now I can't let myself go.

break my heart and then my spine.
crash your lips upon mine.
take me away, darling so divine.
you cant tell a broken clock to read the time.
beautiful heartbreaker, i love you so.
so much that i close my eyes and still see your ghost.
you break my heart and then my spine, lost: trying to find whats
**mine

I wish it would
well rain harder
I wish that
the sky water would be salty
like my tears.
this way both could slide down my face unidentifiable
I wish the thunder was louder
just to help save me from my thoughts

I love how
well simply how
I'm walking to the beat,
crunching gravel to meet the sound
of my favorite song
even though it's no longer playing
I love that
the rain is blurring my vision
eventhough I couldn't see anyway
I love that with every step
I'm taking a shower
the rain provides me with good cleansing
I'm slowly scrubbing away every
remark, laugh, judge, scar and stain
and as my jeans, blouse, and shoes get wet,
I'm washing away some of this too
hidden deep within the seams

and yet some people wonder
why
why does she like the rain
well
It's not just rain
it's a friend
that I can talk to and actually leave with
a cleansed soul.

I couldn't think of a name for this poem
just like you can't think of what to say
when you ask if I'm ok
and I respond **no

hope
it's over come my other emotions
it's built up
only to be broken down by fools.

hope is awful
it burns my heart and brain
like a bonfire lit with gasoline.

the sound of happiness yet melancholy
it puts me in a mood of want.
inspiration.
love.
writing.
it's classic of me to listen to heartspilled
chords and find joy in someone else's
beautiful pain.

i would like to believe that i am an artist
even without paper and pen
i have the talent to notice
to trace with my fingers upon your too soft skin
to color in my canvas
and feel my crimson heart thrive within
a gentle little trace under your eyes and then your lips
so perfect with such want
what has made me sketch like this?

what can I say
I am attracted to you
perhaps in the most fatal way
you have the most beautiful dangers
a nice little story
which has too literal cliffhangers
I'm searching for something new
perhaps a better story
but I cant get over you
wow
thats funny I swear I got over him
and i didnt think I liked you
until you happened to be in my dream.
This love sick girl is a danger to society
and I cant believe that for once
even in a dream you liked me

a nice little song for inspiration
a nice little thought for my mind's destination
i pour gasoline over my heart's depression
and state a little fact to my body, a flame, a confession

I don't know what this poem will be about for you
or even what it will be for me
but hopefully it will help all of us*

Struggles
they are, sadly, a thing
Depression
that's also a character
how do we cope?
Humans run
we run to places that make us feel safe
music. art. writing.
little safe havens that we can all go to
and I hope that my writing can be one for you.