If you are a lover of words,
you’d understand the
beautiful curse      that befell us,
those who strive and endeavor
with a passion planted inside us
that flourishes and thrives.
Like Athena and her web,
our webs are made of
hundreds of words, woven with
our pencils like needles,
and so we get better at
sewing our works.

A girl
once loved words
wholeheartedly,
but occasionally tried
to let love go
before sewing poems
became her favorite thing
and nothing more.

*******
ribs piercing through my porcelain flesh
black hole stomach, intestines empty
like your words
talking to bugs on my ceiling
they tell me to throw it all up
i know you are lying
lie to me harder, darling
food tastes more like disease
and i like it
i like it
i crave for it
give me your vacant eyes
cradle me in your contagious skin
break my bones, cracking with pleasure
but what they don’t know
is that the bags under my eyes are designer
I know everything you don’t want me to
It’s now or never, baby
I figured out you’re a liar
why don’t you tell me how it is
burning fire melting the skin off my face
just like that time he asked me if i liked it
and i said yes
so he sliced open my chest
and poured salt water in the wounds
oh how i liked it

The Purple Veils Of Twilight Slithered Into The Sky,
Over The Sleek Surface Of The Stream Stars Tango,
Nighttime Prayers Skim Whisps Of Navy Clouds,
In The Reflection Of His Eyes I Found Myself,
Gracious I Let His Soul Sing Me A Sacred Lullaby,
Holding On Tight To Every Word I Wished To Say,
To Every Single Bit Of Beauty I Relished In The Stars

I** Soulfully Sang To The Robins Song At Dusk As The,
Moon Slowly Arose From It's Daytime Slumber

Fields Of Dreams Spread Before Me, As I Slept,
Reminiscing In A World Of Beauty As The,
Evergreens Whispered In My Sleepy Ear, One Last,
Evening Melody, One Last Evening Prayer

We were just mindless beings
Lost and running
Flip flops clacking
Hitting wet pavement
Sending erratic echoes
Through the abandoned quadrangle

Crash landing on the hilltop
Falling straight to the grass
Staring up at the sky
We were as light as feathers
Letting the wind lift us
To wherever it pleased

Traveling to other worlds
Rotation after rotation
Blissfully absent
Exhaling our worries
Swirling delicate smoke
Into the grips of the stars

Having intimate conversations
With the lonesome moon
Thousands of miles away
Not the moon but ourselves
We were fighting for memory
We were fighting to be found

Distracted by the night sky
Foggy eyed and distant
Alone and cold blooded
Hidden in the tall grass
We were just mindless beings
Slowly slithering to oblivion

Her lips pursed to the microphone and oh, what sounds escape them
A song ensues as the spotlight shines, a coal mine holding a gem
Her dress glitters with sequins red as she sways to the band
And I look upon her with heavy breath and sweaty, quivering hand

Her lips red and ever so graceful as the lyrics jump from her tongue
A sultry lullaby telling me of fantastic loves
And I see in her eyes a glint that is all her very own
Inside a smoky, crowded club and yet I feel we're all alone

I loosen my tie and take a swig of beer in anticipation
She looks at me and winks, therefore binding my inebriation
Her earrings hanging pearls that I'm sure match the smoothness of her skin
Blonde curls trickle down her shoulders with flowers neatly tucked in

And here I am, seated, for I don't think I could stand
As she sings and sways gently, the mic caressed in her hand
As she ends her song, the crowd erupts with my heart for this wonder of a dame
The spotlight fading as the announcer tells the world her name...

And I fall...

Our relationship? Well it's kinda hard to explain.
You see, he was a boy with many dreams,
Of traveling the world, and seeing many things.

I was just a girl who was very shy,
negative, with only thoughts on her mind.

He was really a nerd, I thought.
I was afraid to "give it a try"
My walls were built so high.

He never gave up on me,
Even after all those rude things I said to him
Just to get him away from me.

Finally, I gave it a try.
I fell in love and never looked back.
We were strong for two years.

Until last summer.

Lets just say I am still in love.
But with a person who's moved on.

People tell me to grow up.
That they knew it wouldn't last all that long.

How can I just forget?
The only person worth my while
Who actually made me smile,
And made me happy?

It was one of those mornings
where you peer out your bottom floor window,
and look up at the raindrops freshly fallen.

You feel broken,
and yet rushed with an unexplainable emotion.
but you know it’s a good one simply with a bad aftertaste.

You see people everyday, no, you stare at them.
You wish for relationships you once had.
Others you wish you could hold,
and those you could never give up.

Have you ever heard the saying about faking a smile?
It’s an understatement.
It’s not sadness, or anger really, just pain.

It doesn't start out as pain, it just evolves, over time.
The madness results in Emotionally caused Physical pain.
The pain doesn't hurt, it just...sits.

This emotion that we've nicknamed pain, rushes through the body,
Arms numbs, legs shaking, eyes holding back, everything.
It’s all caused from sight, with a drop of longing.

You see this person everyday.
You long for the same people every single day.
And your body just longs for them.

It’s not as lustful as it sounds.
You just possess an attraction to these people.
An attraction that even the most specific and descriptive of words could not describe.

You sit there and you are bound by society’s lock on intermingling.
You are bound by the mock and disgust of others.
You are bound by that person of which you desire.
You are bound simply by yourself.

All this.
All of this Emotion, if you will, was bound in that little drop that clings to the window.
That was but a drop of what I feel every single day.

You can’t imagine
but don't let me sound as if I am exaggerating.
For I am not.

I have felt wonderful things.
Things I am not sure most of you have felt.
Though I wish you could.

I wish I could place my hand on your chest
I wish that all of that energy, that emotion, would flow into you and then back into me.
I could look into your eyes, and I would know, that you know, how I feel.

You could understand everything.
You could sympathise.
but the fact of the matter is, you simply can’t.

I do not believe you have felt what I have felt too, no.
Different version and variations, yes.
But this feeling of impossibility, I know you have not felt.

You are common rebel,
this is not bad, no not at all,
you have more opportunities to release this emotion than I ever will.

And i envy you. All of you. Every Last one.

You look away from the rain drops.
You go back to living.
You go back to hiding.
You go back to solitude.

Yeah, it was just one of those mornings I guess.