He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,