You feel that you're falling, but that's just your body rising to the skies. See the sun shining upon the green fields let the rain tickle you and smile with your soul.
I know it hurts, it does, of course, after all there's a war in your soul, but, I tell you, it's only your demons falling the good in yourself is the one with the glory.
It's confusing, your legs are still weak but slowly you'll forget about crawling and start walking instead.
It takes time, you know after living in the dark it's hard to get used to the light but you'll see your eyes will stop hurting and with the moon they'll shine in the highest skies.
I know it's scary and you only want to hide you feel you're fading but trust me when I tell you: *You are not dying, you're coming back to life.
For tears that fall On hollow cheeks When the weeks feel like years And the years feel like weeks.
And you sit by a grave Where the roses grow But the rose that you seek Is buried below.
You have my heart Heavy with sorrow For the velvet rose With no tomorrow.
Absolutely over the moon (if a little shocked) to see that this piece made the daily. Thank you all so much for your comments - I promise to reply to you all individually at some point soon. It was an extremely emotional, difficult, but ultimately cathartic write. Dedicated to our wee Shane, who we will never forget ***
You dared to bare your soul, Expecting me to turn tail and run, To grimace and turn away. But instead I comforted you. I assured you, we all have scars, You have nothing to be ashamed of. I will stay if you let me, I'll be your sword, Your shield, And maybe... Your home.
Amethyst and evaporating Counting down the seven days before I disappear again; Dissolve into a shooting star And lose myself along the fractured horizon Bleeding white tea Drowning in debt and memory Elegant, apathetic, re-shattered Remembering.
I pull the summer back up over my face Like white sheets so quietly in the morning Sunlight streams in The beams crosshatch our scavenged posters and prints The home we built ourselves Slowly etherized, erased Reduced to amethyst and onward.
Stretch out the time and I will spend it gladly Budgeted and rationed beautifully One year boils down to seven days And here is how I count them out: Sitting on couches wrapped up in rainbow blankets, Throw pillows I chart these days on a map; Meticulous. One by one they follow each other in perfect order Like stupid wandering sheep Progressive Blinded and bleating ****** ****** Numbered, they lull me to sleep Sweet seven of them
These days I count in wine glasses I count them in hours and smiles and tears Every second of my battered year Counted like clouds on the spring lilac sky-scape Days counted down in popcorn kernels and ice cream cones In laughlines and scars, in lavender scones And showers and trips to the gym and dishes in the sink I count my days in vanilla candles and scratched records And papers and poems and midterms and paintings Polaroid photos and the deep breaths we take between moments I counted every moment But now it’s amethyst and over.
Purple like the city skyline in the spring sunset light Jasmine, indigo, magenta And you and I Our apartment White walls we plastered in memory All the homes I never had blurred together Filtered through this glass prism And projected in progression Here is violet Here is vanishing rapidly With what velocity the end races towards us Another melting mauve goodbye to add to my resume of heartbreaks Strong scent of hot magnolias We lay maudlin in burgundy wine And purple rain. I sit hurting how I always do Mourning like death’s an opportunity Mourning like I’ve already moved on How it cuts me to go How it’d break me to stay This amethyst year so sharp and sparkling It scraped and stained me Left me shades of purple like our night sky shining With constellations overlapping Loved and loathed in suffocating lavender limelight The winds whisper only of how I adore you all I so adore you. This is who I am for seven days And just only seven Here we are gemstones, Dissipating salty starmatter Fleeting amethyst crystals Evaporating into oblivion.
your words are written like ribbons, tied in a bow laced with scarlet and garnered in stone you place your gold-plated locket on the table to leave your writing for another day now you go outside to outshine the sun despite your scars and tears and all the things that you've done you make the moon jealous, and every star too god, i wish i was beautiful like you
it feels unfair when I see people who have gone through the same things as me and deal with the same disorders.. but they're fairies, they have wings and magic and bright colors that people are drawn to. They create beautiful things. They ARE beautiful things. And I'm made of hurricane-speed winds and shattered glass and I am so very alone.