Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain
I have a drawer full of stars A reminder of who we are All the bones we collected Have lost their meaning And are piling up useless All I have left of the world Is this drawer full of hopes Remnants of what came Memories of what’s gone Just left over bone dust And the…
Your eyes Absorbed My reality And reflected An image I’d never seen And I was born Fully new Beautifully Drawn Into a world I never Want to leave
I can claim nothing For nothing is mine I shed candy tears Down the precipice Of skin covered years I break down, devolve Curl up into a ball And wish for nothing For nothing is mine
Your words Specifically Formed Strung themselves Into paralleled Straight lines Your thoughts True stories Memories Told meticulously Very, very carefully Upon the screen For all of us to read And if not for that I’d have missed The beauty That is you
I waited for you You never came I looked for you You were gone I needed you I wanted you But you were Nowhere You were Only a voice But you were Always there And now You’re gone
I pray and this is the response I get. I need him. And he comes. I am that last spark In a dying campfire You can’t put me out I am fire I am the last breath In a whispered wish You can’t hush me I am hope I am that last…
I can’t promise tomorrow That it will be void of sorrow But I can promise my smile My listening ear, my arms Hugs full of loving strength Standing in wait to renew you A friend here to help mend you Give me your heart to protect Until you can stand again Until you have strength…
The silence unsettles me I could never make it my home Sometimes words fail me And thoughts hide frozen and numb The outside world is missing Biting its tongue, abandoning me I am not one to enjoy quiet solitude It taunts me, surrounds me, imprisons me Is it the world ignoring me? Or am I…
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