01.
im spending the summer
pretending im beautiful
since you once told me
things arent always what they seem.
[but we both know thats hardly true.]
02.
i wasted the better half of yesterday
trying to untangle all my split ends
so that i could remind myself to be perfect
for a second longer but instead
i tied up all my bad intentions and wove
silk ribbons between my teeth
so i could make a pretty package
out of something thats far too simple.
[you once told me its the simple things in life that matter most
but i think maybe you were lying since i dont matter at all.]
03.
lately, it hurts to hear myself speak
since im not sure i can believe what im saying
and i let these words fall from useless lips
just to cover up whats fighting to get out
since im afraid that saying these words
will make them less real
so i cut off my sentences
and feel my heart break in my mouth
and swallow down the pieces pretending i can make this right.
[i want so badly to believe in something--to believe in you.
so even when i say i don't. i want to.]
04.
but the truth of the matter is
somehow ive let you wedge yourself
between the hollow of my collarbone
and the everexpanding universe that is my lungs
and now, they are quickly receding
and this feeling is the opposite of breathing
since you take that away
and you turn heartbeats into heartstammers
and you leave me stuttering to get the right words out.
[maybe i can live without proof
since the fact is i cant stand to lose you.]














Comments
since the fact is i cant stand to lose you.]"
Goddamn. Even after silence from you, you come back SO very strong and rip me to pieces regardless. YOU are beautiful, and your pieces are poetically perfect, and I wanna hug you but I'll just settle for faving this piece as I've done all your other works. Excellent.
--
I've always known that I'd be trapped;
the world outside no longer shows.
And here, within this dream, I'm caught...
the Lady of the Blackened Rose.
[link]
pretending im beautiful
since you once told me
things arent always what they seem.
--
my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
But can't you see?
Everyone knows you're
lying but you.
You shouldn't pretend
to be something you are.
Just be it.
--
*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
I missed reading your writings though. I always read them over again. It's like one of those good books that you can never stop reading. I really liked this one... Your poems always bring me to tears... same as this one did. But now I sound like a fool so I'll stop blabbering like an idiot now.
--
*If I had to chose between you and breathing... I would use my last breath to tell you that I love you...*
~MorningxSunshine has my heart in the palm of her beautiful hand, ready to destroy on a moment's notice... and I'm loving it.
--
mine is easily 'and this feeling is the opposite of breathing'
truely majestic writing
--
Ek gooi 'n klippie teen jou ruit,
En kyk hou jy deur jou gordyne loer,
En ek het klaar besluit,
Ek gaan jou ontvoer.
En as jy wonder,
Waareen ons gaan,
Vanaand skiet ek jou,
Vir 'n piekniek op die maan...
It's good to see you back though, I've missed your work (and you, of course
--
~ There's more to life than books, you know; but not much more~
The Smiths
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