i hate the birds

my soul is as dark and wet

as the bottom of an ink well

my heart black and blue

absent of  love from you

People are not secrets, meant to be kept written in a journal or hidden on a lap top, taken out and waltzed around when u need them. I hate love, my horrible treacherous heart, betrayer of her own.

Screech across the tree tops
my heart lies in hollow hills
winds beneith the angels
blood upon his hands
steal tomorrows dawning
and shield us all from man

pollen

pollen

dancing with the bees

wonder

wonder

what it is she sees

longing

longing

consuming all the air

pollen

pollen

like sunshine in my hair

wishes

wishes

desires on a string

heartbeats

heartbeats

whisper, cry and sing

hoping

hoping

only this to share

pollen

pollen

more than i can bear

Mmmmmmmm hello

darkness hums

wrapped in blankets

shades cracked

peeping through milky residue

voices drifting gently

whispers crossing the world

falling softly on drowsy ears

abandoned walls and anxious confessions

night bred fear pulsing down wire

soothing assurance

honest reality

welding souls

forging bonds

tucked away in foggy corners

felt ( Read more... )

y am i the one who always ends up broken?

I should have died today, better that then face this crumbling day. Did I call it or what, they're all gonna go, one by one, till im left alone ... which was what i wanted to be 5months ago .. it just didnt work out that way and now I will have to be broken again.

be still my heart ( Read more... )

"Have you thought about it"
"Yea, I've thought about it"
"Well, that's all I wanted to know"

I thought of you this morning ( Read more... )