now i see the stars.there was a time when icouldn't catch my breath whenever ithought about you , (crippled lungs and-boy, you hit me like an asteroid,there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,even withoceans of my tears cried onnights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,andfor a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,weighted to the ground andburied in myself, butwhere there is no light there are no shadows, andsometimes, i wonder if i miss me.yes, yes i do.i may not see the moon, but
she's gone, she's gone.don't tell a broken girl withgrief pouring into the juts of her cheekbones,hunger suffocating into the curves of her ribs,that her eyes are madeof moonlightand her hair was weaved fromsunshine when you arelight years away and millennia too late
society.We live in a societywhere obese men can't be beautiful.We live in a societywhere being African American automatically makes us criminals.We live in a societywhere women are looked down upon as whores and sluts.We live in a societywhere having
things that fall apart2:36, new york city, i canimagine youlooking out your window,watching the cars pass by instead of the waves, andsomething isn't right, because there's ocean in your blood andi anchor you.love,you still believe in the girl i used to be, butshe's been gone longer than this white sky summer.
forgive me.forgive me for being pretty,because i'm always going to be a slut.forgive me for being ugly,well, no matter how little i wear,i'll never be beautiful enough.forgive me for being skinny,because i'm fragile and weak.forgive me for being fat,well, no matter what i've been throughi'll never be able to speak.forgive me for being strong,because no one will even let me fight.forgive me for being weak,well, no matter how much you yell at me,i'll never be right.forgive me for loving a man,because i'll never be under attack.forgive me for loving a woman,well, no matter what i love,i'll never be loved back.forgive me for being educated,because i can't have power.forgive me for being ignorant,because i was giving birth during school hours.forgive me for being a feminist,because i have no right to speak.forgive me for fighting for equality,because my voice is dainty and weak.forgive me for being a daughter,because i don't deserve an education.forgive me for being
(she's the skeleton in her own closet)tell me your secrets, he whispered.i fell in lovewith a birch once, she replied, because it wasthe most beautiful shade oflonely. one more trip to the bathroom tonight-some days,she'll get drunk with him,some days,she'll get drunk alone.gods, she cut her hair,she cut her wrists(and don't forget her neck)but she says she isso glad she spent the nightentangled inhimhimhim(love, make wishes on my ribs)
beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llpin me to the wall(he tells me i'm a work of art,but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)too young, too young, the walls whispertoo late, too late, i sobbecause this battered body,this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escapeand her wings won't work in the rain.and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endurethe pain of not being their owni have heard too many screams, all at once(God who i stopped believing in,if you can hear me,let this end, so that when i am walking in the streetswith my child, i can swear,that she will neverhave scars on her back,she will neverhave welts on her heart)
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, thenfight the break of dawn.i am nothing in the dark,so show mehome.walk with me,to the secret placewhere i met you (those turquoise city dreams)andwhen the sun goes down,when the moon shines,breathe inthis momenttreasure me,precious.(girl of the ocean, let's gosomewhere only we know.)glorious spring,please, i beg you.winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, andthesered red roses, they're so beautifullybroken.
after all this time,my heart is trapped within lungs, andthe more i breathe, the more iremember- hecan't stand it sometimes,i knowwe're both broken.but ocean boy, i'm chained to you.(maybe i'll be an anchor) soon my lungs will breakwith me.itouch you through a gap in thefence- sand white asinnocence,eyes bright asstars.so please,horizon.tape us back together.
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
.death has a wayof assuring youthat he is youronly friend;he's the onlyone that willstay with youwhenever youreach the end
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.when we talkwe use our wordslike grenades;you roll them outand they land at my feet,i either choose to throwthem back,or choose to run
.one day the earth will dim;the light in the sun will flicker and die,and the moon will sigh and roll over,keeping her back to the worldour shadows will say farewellto our bodies, and go their ownway in the darkness
.i said death,death is a closet;let's all just hangourselves up and keepthe place tidy -
.sometimes faith slowlyprises open our ribsdecides to slip outquietlyand unseen
Sanctuary?Shadows Can't Follow You In The Dark.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.
treasureI watched beauty die today.She said, "I've lived too longand now nobody knowswhat I really am."
never become a writeri.never become a writer.you will become a perfectionist,picking life apartwith a magpie's eye,hunting for the beautiful bits until you can make yourselfa sparkling thronein the center of a junkyard.ii.you will write when you're sad.you will write when you're happy.whenever you feel something,you will vomit the emotion outinto some sort of literature.when you're finished,you'll be emptyand surrounded by pages and pages of everything you once were.iii.you will try to make pain sound delicious,painting over the ragged woundswith pink paintand candy-coat lies.you will learnhow to decorate graveyards.everyone will play in them,but you alone will see the headstones.iv.if you fall in love,you will turn your love into a poem,and you will always like your own wordsmore than you like the real person.you'll become so selfishyou'll disgust yourself,but you will not be ab
We see different starsWe see different starsWhile yours shine throughoutthe darkness of your night,light the way into your sky,and hold your wishes tilthey finally come true,mine reflect in the murky filthfrom which they can be seenacting as disgusting mirrorsinto a world which cannot be mine
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.But we must smile when it is read.For we cannot show our true emotions.Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.Our words are tales of healing light.So hide your tears behind a mask,And save them for a quiet night.
.he pointsto a crucifixon the left sideof his necktells me he can end allof your suffering -and i look at himand i cross my arms, thinkinghe can't even do this
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
VeinsI wishmy veinsof ocean blueflowed not justto my heart,but toyours too.
CoffeeI want to go outAnd drink coffee.Talk about lifeAnd kiss you.But that is silly isn't it?I don't like coffee much.I'll just buy some for youSo I can watch you smile.Then lets dance and laugh becauseIt's an amazing feeling to be loved.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.