how to maybe fall in love1.you don't. at least,not at first, not for you; you sitin the back of the room and kindof admire the waytheir laugh shakestheir shoulders back and forth,rhythmic mimicry found unrhyming, unrehearsed. it's refreshing, you think.and slowly maybe you realize that hey, theyaren't too bad looking and hey, youkind of like the way their eyesdart away if you catch them looking at you,and hey.you feel your heartbeat for the firsttime in years.2.you think you might like them.kind of. maybe. you really don't know, but youlike to think you do(because if you wish hard enoughsome fairy godmother you knowdoesn't exist might help this existential crisis goingon that consists of holy hell how do i DO this-).but you like to think you know what you're doing.and so you go on adate, then two, then three, and you findyou really like that they hold yoursmile in their eyes and hey, maybeholding hands isn't like being trapped like you thought.you learn everything ane
the things we'll never say.1.snakes crawl out of my mouth,hands like sleep waiting silentlyfor me to give into them.i toss words like rocksacross my tongue, skippingacross the lake, and we reach,hands outstretched, for the sunbut it's a shame it's all empty.2.listen, if you loved me, youwouldn't try to fix me.if you loved me, you'd paintbutterflies across the wallto make me smile. listen,if you loved me, you'd giveme handrails to hold ontoon the way down. you'd tell methat right now, i'm a caterpillar(but that caterpillars becomebutterflies.) listen,if you loved me,you'd love me broken, too.3.don't speak.sure, you could sayi'm beautiful. sure,you could say you love me.but if you were silent,maybe you could connectthe dots and find my heart init, somehow. maybeyou could open your handsand i'd find all my dreamsin the lines.so don't speak.words won't ever say enough.4.your first mistake was meetingme, oceans in the stars andwhispers in our ears. we crossedboundaries as if t
Changing (Eng)Change is the secret to successAnd you're an expert of changeLike a chameleon you adapt to every thingFollowing the environment in every whim.No matter how strange are the circumstancesOr what you can meet along your pathYou change color, shape, structure and personalityYou sacrifice everything to adapt to the environment.From the emptiest desert, to the thickest forestFrom the deepest abyss, to the highest mountainYou are always perfect, always the most readyLike a chameleon you conform to the environment.But if you ask yourself, after all those changesWhat remains under your artful disguiseWould it still be you,Or only environment?
reminders i carry in my hand:dear me,you do not have a terrible heart. you do nothave sad eyes and love is not a war you needto win. sometimes i feel like disappearing, butremember:we are never really alone.dear me,every now and then, you can close your eyesand still find your way. remember to breathebecause you did not sink a paper boat and youare not floating underwater. you already knowthe answer to the question you are looking for.dear me,remember the small things, like the writing inthe borders of pages. see the things thateveryone else misses. listen to your thoughtsand then lose yourself.dear me,laugh until it makes you cry. see things you'venever seen in people before. stop worrying aboutyour hair and call him just to say i miss you.dear me,do something different and you will be surprised.let yourself enjoy the sunrise. try and say toy-boats ten times in a row without tangling it up.have silly conversations about cows eating grassoff your bed in your room.dear me,you are never r
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaein the rough of my gutter bones,some stargazing sanctuaryfor lonely outcasts to lay their heads.I am but a car crash,spellboundinside eyelids,& red inked correctionson crosshatched skin.Made up of moans,the clutching of bedsheets;I am contemplatingripping my ribs apart& provingI never had a heart at all.But my moon shy love;she is determinedto try & wake the dead.
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yesFor every girl who was an object ‘cause she had titsFor every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselvesFor every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirtFor every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long oneFor every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girlsFor every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked bothFor every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessertFor every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’tFor every girl who was ‘insecure’
PrettiesPretty face,Beautiful body.Fresh look,At the turning age.Surged eyes,Sleek hair.Completely perfect,Minds all the same.Bubbly thoughts,Fake emotions.One goal,To be in control.
SacrificeSacrificeI stepped inside the flame!Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!-Have I no shame?Have I no guilt?There's no such thing as blameFor all of the wrongs I've been dealtPoint the fingerOnly at the worldWatch you band togetherAnd witness you antagonize anotherInnocent soulsWrapped inside of society's shadowsAnd little did they knowThey were only born to be scapegoatsThat's the harsh way to say itIt's only because the truth is filled with hatredBystanders just turn a blind eyeAs they feed their relief with made up liesThat's all they know how to doThey're too afraid of being dragged down with youThey know what's rightBut it's clouded by discriminative eyesWe're only given the gift of a last glanceA half a second of pity slips through our handsIt's all we will getA taste of
dragonsA creature of myth,Or so many believe-They fill fairytales,Novels,And haunts the past.It's fierce eyes,Gazing upon you,staring into your being-It's fiery breath,The stench of lost souls-Dried blood upon its talons,A victim of the past-The dragon's burning heart,Driving his wings-To spread his will-To soar through the sky,claiming it as his own-The creatures driven,By they're own being.
Live Wireit's run downthis part, this minethe smoke came outproducing cloudsno fret, no fearconstructions nearcompleted seerto see things clearby cogwheels emergingit's sentience disturbingno bloodworkjust live wire