Shot to the moon,

My dream’s stardust,

Shouts from earth’s crust,

Echo till noon.

Shot past the shine,

The dots that hold,

A locket, sold,

To my heart, mine,

But when the stars fell,

I lost it all,

The lifelines I called,

Fester to hell.

Intwined fingers,

Charred a deep black,

Guidance I lack,

Always lingers.

Blind by the glum,

Clinging to walls,

As shadows fall,

On what I’ve become.

Shot to ...

A temptation on my mind,

The possibility of something

So, so divine

Seems too great to attain

Yet the question lies;

Do I think clear or with hearts in my eyes?

Wrapped around the thought’s finger

My heart could lie in deceitful hands,

So wrong, so right,

Am I nothing but blind,

Unable to see the monster before my eyes?

If I step off the edge, will I stay alive?

A blessing a curse to have ...

My god, you confuse me.

How you jumbled my brain,

Rearranged my thought process

As if it’s a jigsaw puzzle,

It makes me question myself.

I’m the garbage,

You threw around

But now I’m treasure?

Did it get through your skull—

Realization, not more idiocy?

My god, you amuse me.

Look at you,

Calling me spineless behind my back,

When you embrace me with warm arms,

Said “I miss you” first, not back....

Warmth has simmered down,

Everyone is clad in sweaters,

Life in nature will grow dead, the

Charm of fall warms my heart regardless,

October brings spooks that shiver,

Motivating evil spirits to get lost,

Embraced by wafts of apple cinnamon.

Here is where you belong, draped

Over the town, the city, the world

Merriment, you bring my life in

Every inch of my soul.

Attacked by sweet, gentle gusts,

U...

It never ends,

And the whole world can hear it,

In fact, its ears are bleeding,

It rings out,

High pitched, trembling,

The throat hasn’t gave out,

Its resolve stands strong.

It never quits,

Not even with the sturdiest tape,

Not from force from any being

Not from hands,

Not from scolding lips

So carelessly busy,

They miss the scream’s reasoning.

It‘ll never end,

Until someone listens....

Beneath the willow, you will find my thoughts,

Words I wish to hide beneath stringy reeds,

Whispers in wind that run their fingers ‘tween,

Emotions that not a soul could believe,

Along with scraps of my hopes, ripped in half,

By the roots in soil as stems drape down,

Sounds of grace and peace love to juxtapose,

Strikes me as jerks, posers all around.

Beneath the willow, you will find my scowls,

...

“I don’t care,”

“I don’t mind,”

“I’m doing fine,”

Is it fact or fancy?

Because I just saw you

Tearing your heart out.

“I won’t cry” ,

“I don’t pretend”,

“No, I don’t mind”,

A fool or truly canny?

Because I could hear you

Expressing your doubts.

Boulders crushed your frail bones;

Trapped beneath the foot of god,

And you’ve never felt so there and so alone.

Don’t try to walk alone,

With your doll...

Our flowers once flourished—

How did petals fall down?,

Tell me why I feel famished,

Why I feel like a clown.

You make my sight bitter,

Cast my eyes to the ground,

Masochistic pleasure

Must be cutting my thorns down.

You make me miss your clouds and rain

Covering the grass in my soul,

A sick sense of pleasure I get,

Questioning if you keep me whole.

Spew my hopes onto dandelions,

And the specks...

Too jaded

By the dark in my mind,

I’ve waited,

For shadows to pass by.

Too cold,

Barefoot in my own snow,

How bold;

You think this ice will go?

No, you don’t love me,

No, you don’t care—

I wouldn’t believe you,

No matter how long I stare.

Too scared

Of bathing in the sunlight,

Out blared,

The sobs of hate that feel right.

Too hurt,

Bruised and beaten by my own fists,

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Your optimism; you’...

I wish to float away,

In the depths of daylight’s beams,

I wish to doze away,

But beasts keep haunting my dreams.

I cower in my bed,

Under an uncomforting page,

Their thoughts sewn in my head,

Such fearsome, negative rage.

Even with a nightlight,

There is no light to be found,

Even in the edge of good sight

Those demons still roam around.

God, I’m a fucking child,

But even a child likes peace,...