Null, #void, surrounded by glow-in-the-dark star decals. Left bud in your ear, right in mine. The exquisite feeling of this place, written in lyrics on the insides of cassette tapes. Kisses sweet, soft on your lips. Promises promises, "Never forget."
She, a #veteran of love, and lovers. You, a boy, still fresh nineteen. She calls you her man, and kisses you that way. She says your name with a little sugar, honey, tenderness, adoration, passion of every kind. She makes you sing. Sweet. You say, "Teach me. Everything."
Sweet Innocence, Winds of approaching rain cooled sweat above her lip, cheek gripped by concrete's gavel. Blood-- the stick glue that holds her teeth in her mouth, and her body to the ground. #Verdict thrown against her, and she against it, from the highest window.
You were the One, the last, those things we dreamed did come to pass. You fantasized. That's all it took. To lock our stories in a book. Your muse, My Queen, forever yours. I crave to sign your name once more.
Juney was waiting to die. Like shoes, she wore her life. As a rose, she developed anthophobia and was nipped away. As a human, illness struck #viciously, and she was mourned for a day. Her next life, she prayed for no pain, only to be the rainbow, after the rain. #vss365 #amwriting #poetey
I saw you kneeling in the pews while choir sang its song. You had the psalms for your despair written on your palm. The man stood at the door, divulging your transgressions. “I’ve tried for many years—” you said— “to kill off these obsessions. “Instead, poor Suzy paid the price, and Amy, Tommy, Jim. “Katerina… Continue reading A Lovely Girl
Part One You came on my shooting star, You were the whisper destined to break my heart. Your hair was like glass, your voice like the waves. Damn, I knew I would die today. You stood with the sun, waiting to rise. You said no goodbyes, but your eyes told me lies. Your lips kissed… Continue reading Jaxon’s Lullaby
You are the loneliest place. Invisible, even with that smile on your face. You feel like you're dying. You just want to sleep? The blades in your jaw forbid you to speak. You crave some attention, but know it won't work.The words you write won't suppress your hurt. You tell your anxiety to give you… Continue reading You Are the Loneliest Place