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Wishing StarWish upon a simple star,
hope and pray it will go far.
For happiness is a wish away.
Pick a star as you lay.
Climb to the window and gaze at the sky.
Raise your hand way up high.
Make a wish 'fore it's too late.
Make a wish; claim your fate.
And when your wish finally comes true;
when everything goes right for you.
Remember to thank your wishing star,
that you wished upon, oh so far.
I'll WaitI'll wait for you from dawn 'till dusk,
invisible to your eyes.
I'll stand out in the bitter cold,
even listen to your lies.
Deep inside we're tied together,
the string of fate connects.
I'll stand out in the pouring weather,
waiting for fate to deal its decks.
And when you finally turn around,
see me from the heart.
Our love will be bound,
we'll never let it fall apart.
So I'll wit for you day by day,
even if the answer is only a "may".
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall,
acting like you know it all.
Comparing every little thing.
Ruling my life like a king.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
making my self-esteem fall and fall.
Telling me things I don't want to hear.
Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
here I lie, here I sprawl.
Can't you see what you have done?
Making my mind become un-spun.
Listen HereListen Here, young one...
There was a time when the Earth was filled with trees,
When flowers with bees.
When the Sun shone bright,
When clouds were white.
There was a time when people did not hate,
When money did not decide your fate.
When people lived there life for others,
When they sacrificed it all for their brothers.
There was a time when our future was vast,
When we were not held down by our past.
When what mattered the most was truth and love,
When no one person was above.
There was a time when people believed,
When people did not care what they received.
When power didn't corrupt us all,
When we could take a shot and still not fall.
Look around you, young one...
The world around you has lost it's color.
People don't care for one another.
Money and hate we treat as power,
Little do they know it's their final hour.
Too LateNo one sees it before it's too late,
the shadows among us whose hearts have no weight.
It's always the last ones you'd ever expect.
It's always the ones you never think to protect.
They try to hold it in , not let you see their pain,
when on the inside a white heart is now covered in red stain.
And when they seek help you just tell them to, "take it slow".
When on the inside they've already chosen what they want to let go.
You see them every now and then, sitting all alone.
Their own minds tearing at their heart that's been repeatedly re-sewn.
Yow think you really know them with their happy joyful faces.
But in reality their minds are hidden in dark places.
The last few days to their end are the very worst.
They look at you with sorrowful eyes that seem their going to burst.
You think it's just a faze, that it's just going to pass.
Weeks go by with along with the tears you cry when they never show up in class.
when you fell you broke my heart.you never left, we never stopped,
but you never started in the first place,
and I walked up and fell face
first for you.
if it’s a game of independence I’m playing strong
but everybody knows I’m wrong,
I don’t belong
alone in a twin bed.
I fell in love
you turned me on and down and off,
you pushed me out,
and away, I’m okay with or without
you, but I begged you to stay.
you’re a shiver on my skin,
you’re that sneaky voice within
my bones, telling me to stop, telling me to go.
and I’ll leave but we both know
that we’ll both be back here
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
Almost Perfectthe sun is melting away,
we call it romantic when
all good things die quietly;
I feel like I’m always transitioning
through different levels of sobriety:
spent up on the people in my life
like the girl who doesn’t remember
my name and the boy who thought
I was joking.
(I will care for myself, and
then the world will stop and
spin in the right direction;
the mirror will blur and
I will finally see me,
unfiltered and beautiful)
I just want to believe
that somewhere there’s a boy
ready to sing my bleeding ears
with a cinnamon voice, he
will tell me I couldn’t
possibly be human: something
otherworldly, a moonmaid with
starry eyes come to make
and it would be almost perfect,
floating in that jagged gap where
devotion seems to breed and
where I could finally sleep,
untouched and sober.
Sun Child,I am freezing
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
The WindblownLike a sparrow, you perch; toes curled and brown eyes wide, arms tinted blue with cold. In my haste to reach you I trip upon your shoes, tiny little things still drizzle-damp and abandoned at the door.
"What are you doing?!"
Your legs stretch for summers as you stand, dress billowing from you like a white flag of surrender.
"Ava, come inside. Come inside. Please."
You stare past my outstretched hands and step away—a sparrow, caught in a downdraft.
Sugar TeethSugary teeth,
oh I'd cough up my own blood
just to see you smile,
but you taste of cotton candy
and rotting lungs,
making every lick of the lips
a gentle exhalation.
2. loveMy love for you is less than three
but more than four or five.
I keep it in a box – it’s free
it’s dead then it’s alive.
My love is vast, my love is slight –
for many and for few.
It’s in the clouds, it sees no light,
it’s old but also new.
It has no cost or strings attached
so buy it with a smile.
Its life’s so long that it’s unmatched,
It only lasts a while.
Because of it I was a saint
and sinned away my wings.
I knelt and begged without complaint,
I feasted among kings.
My love for you is gentle, sound –
It’s dangerous and cruel.
It made a clever man, I found
It also made a fool.
My love will watch you walk away
And never let you go.
It’s since I love you day by day
That my love changes so.
Our KingdomI am the queen of lost causes, and you are the king of too lates. Oh, we had quite the kingdom, once upon a time... There was nothing like you and I.
There are things they didn't tell us. For example, our happily ever after may not actually include each other. When there was a fork in our gravelly road, you chose to go left and I chose to go right.
(A compromise would have led into the dark forest between.)
Now that you've left and I've done what was right, there are no breadcrumbs that lead you back to me. You spat into my open arms one too many times, darling. Now you want them around you, but they can't be cleaned; covered in poison spilled from your angry heart.
(It's now rotting away like an uneaten apple in the dirt.)
After all the goodbyes I have given away, like Halloween candies, plentiful and impartial and filled with little razors... I can rest easily this time knowing that I've used up all my matches, and you're the one setting our bridge alight.
MercyYou're like a fallen angel
A dusty doll on the shelf
Your eyes still to the ceiling
Counting the seconds
The spans between the rise and fall of your chest
Cutting through the torture
Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers
Drunk behind the gym during class
Yearning and mourning
Nothing but a scared little boy
Face pressed to the filthy bus window
Watching mommy wave goodbye
You're a broken wine glass
Shattered between stiletto heels
Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine
Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets
Brush it off
Shake your blonde head and smile
Tell yourself that you're going to be fine
Not moving a muscle
Deceit in the corners of your eyes
No bend in the sides of your mouth
Begging for mercy
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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