Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…
I used to make hearts out of stars and turn crayons into prayers You’d whisk me away, troubles forgot taking a part of my soul with you I’d hide the pain you caused turning them into magical love songs I’d lie to the world, hiding every sin Our orchestra of bleeding violins Sometimes the memories spark and the…
***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some stories you hear stay with you and you have to write them out or go mad. In many cases all I have to do is read a news blurb and my mind twists and turns in agony with the pain of it all. Empathy is the capacity to understand or feel what…
I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…
Your hand Held hers But your eyes Reached For mine Sleight of hand Shifting focus You a player With a pocket Full of hearts A romantic magician With a 52 card deck Full of trick plays And when you called For my final bet I went all in Losing everything Because You turned my heart…
It wasn’t the first time Her heart had been broken But it was the first time Her heart felt like junk So… She told the boy to keep it Because she knew, never again Would it ever beat the same
I originally wrote this over a year ago but it never stops being true. It may be the one thing I have written that has remained so constant. Surviving depression is a journey. You never quite feel like you are in complete control of who you are or where you are headed. I used to…
I really can’t even believe I am writing this post… My heart hurts every time I see someone end their life because they feel shame. Young girls and probably boys who trust too easily and crave love and attention are caving to the peer pressure to send boobies… or more. Today, no matter how much…
Robert Frost asked me which road I’d take And I looked at the yellow woods pondering Before noticing he, as well, was wondering Once started, once decided, once planned We would be either on one or the other And we would either be alone or together We sat and conversed in lengths and lengths The…
I was living inside a landscape Where the jagged earth swallowed All the stories we’d tried to paint A place where hostile suns mutilated And ruined our beautiful serene skies Open skies where our hearts once soared Before they took a fateful turn and dove Falling fast into an ocean full of eyes It was…
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