Record PlayerLovely little mistakes fall onto her face
The clouds fumble around, sitting in disgrace
Married to the sky for too long of a time
Crying their eyes out, trying to get by
She's sleeping nights and days looking for a better way
Can't be awake to put in her say
Walking around the drug store, looking for something more
Reasons to stand up or to give into to the floor
Such a bore to sit and stare
Will I worry or won't care
Solitary man confined to a steel cage
Metal bars protect them from his blind rage
Nothing but a rope hanging from the ceiling
He won't try to escape the feeling
Hopeless and loveless, drifting to the next shift
Nine to five undead creeping in so swift
Tired eyes stare at life and all of the broken lies
Slowly breathe in and out, shut for the last time
dying to be perfecti.
Realization of the Horror
you see the girls in magazines.
so pretty, so refined.
with bright shiny hair
and big blue eyes
and everything i want as mine.
but most of all you notice
you realize what you see
they just keep getting thinner
that's what i want to be.
Beginning to Kill Yourself.
so at first you try the normal way
exercise, eat right, don't cheat
but it doesn't quite work fast enough
so you decide that you can't eat.
Where Pain Becomes Accomplishment.
learn the tricks and make your own
how to 'cleanse' and 'clean.'
fasting hurts but boy, does it work,
so continue to be mean
to your body and yourself.
uh oh, you slipped,
what's your weapon or torture today?
a finger's so crude, let's try a toothbrush!
jab it down your throat and gag
then flush the sin away.
you realize as you try to sleep
you try to close your eyes
but the throbbing in your stomach
demands to be obliged.
but no, that means you're weak
remember to be str
i'm still waitingit is an abortion, you
know, something that leaves
us clutching at swayback
skin and innards emptied like
a gourd; for the rest of our
lives we will never look at
goslings with their drumbones
sifting sky and
be able to pretend.
it is a derailing, a seismic shift,
a quiet damnation. you know
how some believe people are
most beautiful at twenty-five
and others think eight;
how i believe we were never
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboard
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
don't.tonight, i will peel back
the sky beneath my skin
and count the raindrops
that are slowly bleeding
tonight, i will reach farther
through these rusted bones,
and craft the harshest words
that will rip apart my
tonight, i will waste away,
weaving a tender womb
that will never be given
tonight, i am trapped
in a weak and foreign body
that i will never learn to
tonight, i will allow pain
to be conceived and
tonight feels like the
but tonight, i am the
poemToday I cried a painful tear
for the world that's falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It's obvious they just don't care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They're really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!
The Garden Of My Love
somewhere in a sheltered wood
filtered light adorns her hood
exposing her once distant treasures
the air about her seems to measure
every breath her form does take
leaves not a trace within her wake
all shadows flee from amorous glows
a single glance and all will know
precious budding petals drip
upon her luscious tender lips
fairest skin and calming eyes
unlock the secrets kept inside
as the wind rustles in the leaves
we don commitment through eternity
and relish in this gift we're given
raise our hearts to heights un-driven
offering our souls to only each other
darkest woes we surely smother
upon the wings of butterflies
releasing love we are surprised
in the mists of morning grace
she shows to me her love warmed face
as I relinquish all my fears
and shed for her my golden tears
to prove this love we share is pure
her heart and soul I do adore
and with the key she gave to me
I'll unlock her heart and set it free