Anonymous asked: Where did you get the courage to come out? Because it really inspired me!
Anonymous asked: hey, i just read your poem manufactored. and its amazing. like wow. it really blew my mind. thankyou for being so inspiring :)
When I said I wanted to write you a poem You didn’t understand I don’t like flowers Beneath the anchors of my hair A storm advances Dominating Tangled willows Rivers of crabgrass A cabin on a hill Three pairs of hiking boots Mud crisping in this ambient oven We both marveled at the thunderclouds Now speak to me of your distaste For I see beauty and confidence as pure and enticing as fresh...
Nine steps from my desk to yours I counted Mapping them out with My eyes I counted the steps Every morning as I slipped through the door And hurried to my seat I would pause at your chair And breathe One And I was three feet away I could turn back But first I needed words Words, like pencils, had a habit of escaping me when I most needed them Two They would fine me when I didn’t need them Whisper...
Manufactured for Order
We live in a world of factories Where people are born from assembly lines And every woman should have breasts and ever man should have a beard And every villain should have an ego and every hero should have a dog Step four is love, and you’ll be damned if that man called in sick to work Welcome to your life; happiness not guaranteed Rusted claws distribute brain cells, thousands at a...
So I wrote this song in 45 minutes after a rough night and then recorded it in 2 hours on my outdated version of GarageBand, and it came out fine so I thought I’d post it. However, tumblr decided it didn’t like that idea, and rejected my mp3. So instead, here are the lyrics: Call it a disaster I forgot to call at all And when I hear your voice I throw my hand against the wall Tears on...
Allow me to reflect on the philosophy of good I ask you, what is good? Is it sugar? Or is it a complex idea that can be attributed only to things, which are capable of earning such a title? There are times of sweetness, yes. But each time of candy is coated by one of waves so it dissolves and we are left with a quiet ocean Which in truth is nothing, for the ocean always speaks Yes the ocean...
Poem Based Off of Madlib Based Off of Poem.
Never have I leaned into the beyond and smelled eagerly Desperate to find this gruesome heaven For in your most tragic wood are things which loathe me Things, which I cannot remove because they are too quick And your confused look will angrily un-ignite me For I have burned too long You play me card for card Following me through my nightmares Making sure my tears are saved for you Yet hungrily we...
eagerly i have never smell, desperately beyond any doctor, your heaven have their gruesome: in your most tragic wood are things which loathe me, or which i cannot remove because they are too quickly your confused look angrily will unignite me though i have wipe myself as hanging lights, you play always picture frame by picture frame myself as wall chat (createing hungrilly , profusely) her...
Anonymous asked: Hi. I dont know if this will show up to the public or something....
I just wanted to say that I'm a fan. Keep writing!
I just wanted to say that I'm a fan. Keep writing!
Afraid Cautious She steps through the door Shaking Creaking over the floor A sigh Fearless She knows she should be Yet frightened A squeal wiggles free A cry Paintings Lined all down the hall Her shadow Slides fast down the wall Alone Glowing Her white nightdress billows Muffled As if covered in pillows A moan Sadness She can’t understand Her world Seems to slip through her hand...
Shakespeare anyone? Sonnet 18 ½ Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s dawn The cover of nighttime has finally gone And now I can see all your beauty inside And all of the weakness that you tried to hide Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s day Your gilded skin shines like the harvested hay Your hair falls like leaves down the lines of your face The wind whips it like wheat, flowing with grace Your...
Dear Mi Querida.
Letter Dear Mi Querida I’m sitting here alone Writing this letter And staring at my phone It’s been a quite a while Since I’ve heard you speak Since I’ve felt that touch That makes me go weak It’s been far too long Since I’ve shared your embrace Since I’ve held your hand tight And gazed at your face The days have been cold The nights have been bare Without your warm smile To know that...
Let You Fall.
This was once a song. Now it’s just lyrics. Let You Fall Your case was hopeless from the start Your helplessness tore you apart The void I saw inside your heart Had me turning inside out I watched you crumble, watched you break Your silent tears kept me awake I hoped you’d make it for your sake But that’s what pain’s about Maybe I should have had your back I watched you through it...
Twas the Devil.
I’ve been going through old word documents and I recently found this. It’s non-fiction but please excuse the cockiness and references to God. The truest words remain unspoken Love is a hammer and hearts are broken Conversations whispered over a wire We are one forest with trees on fire We now know jealousy is contagious I need a hero who is courageous Not afraid to burn to keep me...
Sometimes people start off an experience by saying ‘I’m new to this sort of thing’ in order to cover up any potential mistakes. Where being ‘new’ goes, I follow. I would just like to say that my pages are all INCOMPLETE stories. They are things that I have started and don’t plan on finishing. Occasionally they end mid-sentence. They are supposed to.