Make Me

Passion.

I can feel it alive.

I will wait forever.

If you whisper in my ear.

You want this too.

This has been saved in my phone for quite some time

My head aches
and my eyes blur
as I realize your not coming home

my mind wanders to a place
where its warm
wrapped in a blanket
instead of around your finger

I break free tonight

Apples

The snake slithers around my neck and hisses in my ear
Come with me
I want to get you high
Get you high
Get you
High

The snake trails down my chest and it’s tongue tastes my desire
Come with me
I'll show you how to fly
How to fly
How to
Fly

The snake slides down my thighs and bites into my skin
Come with me
I can be everything you dream
Everything you dream
Everything you
Dream

The snake wraps it's tail around me and hugs my body tight
Come with me
I am what you need
What you need
What you
Need

Eyes like chalkboards

Reaching for your hand
Your fingers touch mine
I am falling
I feel your grip
but you don't pull me to safety
Safety
Watch me fall

It gets darker
The nights are so cold
getting colder
Without you
Gone

You look at me
but don't see a thing
I am falling
I feel your grip
I see your face
you look away
Away from me
Watch me fall

Further, further
The distance bleeds with your voice
Silence
I am falling
loosen my grip
Quicker and quicker
dizzy and lost
Watch me fall

Little Girl

Little girl where'd you go?
Little girl ripped her skin
She tried to hold on
Little girl can't find herself
under the skin of another

She wants to go home
Wake from this dream
alone in her bed

Little girl comes to life
Little girl showered in death

Relapse

Deadly as poison
Make me feel that sweet nectar against my lips
Up against my lips before I die

Relapse into your head
Relapse into my arms

Look into my eyes and you'll see
(see me!)
death

It tastes oh so sweet
but my tongue burns with ulcers

**this still needs major work, but I just wanted to get the idea out there for now**

Looking Away/Suffocation

This has nothing to do with love,
But it has everything to do with you
and me.
This one moment lasts forever.
I can't breathe!
and the pressure bares down on me.

Mask

You've seen too many tears
roll down my cheeks
to see my face

Untitled Particles

Just two things to pop into my head over the weekend....


Blank lines and empty spaces
The words are in my throat
But I can't scrape them out with my tongue to make the sounds
I realize there's nothing left to say
This is where we'll always stay

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The world revolved around her
She was God's gift
Everyone loved her

If only she could see

Tearing apart the people around
No one's left
She's all alone

She thought that she was the reason
Everyone stayed

She pushed them away

There's no one left
When she finally see's
She'll be all alone

I wish I could draw/paint.

I know that this isn't exactly creative writing, but it just seemed to make sense to be posted here. I can see the picture in my head already. There's a little boy, and the colors around him are really dull almost like in some photographs where it's all black and white except for a little bit of red, or blue or something like that. His hair is a light color, and it's ruffled. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt. You can see scrapes on his bare legs from summer's play. And this little boy has a tear welling up in one of his eyes. It's almost seems like a close up of the boy, but it's a big canvas, and that's not the whole picture. Everything besides the boy is colored. His arm is outstretched to the side with his fingers hanging lazily in the air. And there it is. A big red balloon. Floating away from his open hand. You can even see the thin white ribbon hanging down with the loop hole just the size for the little boy's wrist. It looks so beautiful in the sky a really bright blue silhouetting the balloon and complimenting it's color. Surrounding that break of sunlight is the dusty sky that reminds me of sand, filled with big billowing clouds full of tangled layers and ripples and tinged with grey. I think the ground would be mostly dirt with patches of grass that is yellowing, because all the color is targeted on that balloon. The boy let go of the balloon, intentionally, and as beautiful as it is, it still hurts him. As much as he loved having the big red balloon tied to his wrist, he felt more as he watched it float through the sky, even though he knew he would never get to enjoy it again after that moment was gone.