I was alone and depressed Picking up pieces of glass A broken candle, shattered On my fancy bathroom floor I was in my fancy house Living my fancy life Trying to be a fancy wife Wearing fancy clothes And I’ve never been fancy Not fancy enough anyway I’m the clumsy kind That drops candles on…
Twisted shadows Stain her eyes Feet buried In a satin hole Hands doing shots Of numbness Rusting guts No more triggers No more tears No more fixes Night falls A gauzy blur As eyelids Fall shut To glimmers Of light Sprouting As if rooted In glitter A reminder You hold a life To not fuck…
Sounds tend to throb Slightly muted Under the noise of Blood rushing A vibrating River Dulling my words I’m in here My eyes plead My hands reach My face contorts But my voice Is imprisoned By the sound Of my own pulse *NOTE There have been moments in the past that are hard to describe.…
Silence sits on the sideline As the universe passes by Millions of stars crying blue Pleading to a heavy moon And shadows on bended knee Praying to their own deity And when the whispering ends And all the great things say goodbye Silence will stand with back straight And use its very golden voice To…
Tangled up with roots That no longer hunger Soaking up rust Can’t hold on much longer Heavy and weary The oppression stronger Stuck in the mud Nothing to do but slumber Hold me down so I can’t breath To waste away in my mental bunker
Sometimes you hate yourself And you think everyone else Should hate you too So you make up reasons And concoct scenarious That prove that it’s true Because if it’s true then You don’t have to focus On why you hate yourself And you can begin To defend yourself From the other person And then maybe…
The day breaks On winter And I cry For the warmth It will cover My heart breaks As the cold Creeps in And the tears Turn to ice Before night falls On winter
Because I don’t feel brave. Because I want to be brave. Because I need to be brave. Because, when it counts… I am brave. ~Hastywords 10 WAYS TO BE BRAVE Love yourself. This is one of the hardest things to do for many, many reasons. Sometimes, in order to love yourself…
There is a placeDeep inside meFolded thoughtsAssassins to beStealthily quietTrying to find meAs dancing flames Burn below me And blinking stars Make promises To a braver me
There it was just lying there Purpose holding tight to hope Clinging so hard to the dwindling Dominance of a careless faith That the ground began to rise As if dark itself was being born
