seaside lettersone.i was never good at starting these thingstwo.did you know some flowersonly open at night?they must not be very afraidof the darki wish i could say the samethree.i can't light my candle anymore,maybe it's telling methat i should stop tryingi didn't really like that blisteron my thumb anywaysfour.i noticed that my veinswere the same color as the oceanand i made myself bleedmy veins lied and blood is red, not bluei guess i just thought i was differentfive.i wish you could read thesesix.i don't know how to write anymoreand i always knew this would happen sometime.but god why now?i still haven't figured out what i wanted to sayseven.this will be my last letter to youand i thought i'd let you knowthat i will never know what i wanted to sayi was never really good at ending these either
we shouldn't be so afraid of deathi waited for death to wrap hisfrail hands around my neck andfeed me to the unknownbut he just took my hand, fingerslaced between my ownand smiled
the nevergirlyou didn't believe in growingup or growing old with someonebecause you always confessed itwould be so much more magicalto stay young with them foreveryou had the map of neverlandbranded in your bones andsometimes i swear i could hearthose little lost boys howlingand running through your spinei cried the day you realizedpeter wasn't coming and thatyou would never learn how tofly but let's face it, stayingyoung was never apart of the planbut you found a way to notgrow up and i wish you hadn'tbecause now you are a shadow,never growing and leaving everynight just because something elsewasn't bright enough for you
i'm afraid i'm easy to forgetthis flower just hasn'tbloomed and yet you stillstick around waitingto see if it is just asbeautiful on the insidebut darling i'm only scaredthat when the day comesthat i bare my soulyou will see that it justwasn't what you werehoping for
i love you because you existjust two little boysplaying with matches,they started a spark icould feel in thepit of my stomach and babyare tongues are like daggers;each time we kiss it'sa sword fight i can neverquite win but there's stillsomething beautiful about theway you call me princess.maybe it's because you makeit believable or maybe it'sthe way this wildfireis devouring my being,leaving nothing but a desirefor the way you hold me
asthmaand i remember the grounda supernova; ofdead lungs and oxygen wasted on meand i remember being scaredand i remember asking why becausewhen you're young answers come without a priceyou told me it was because he thoughti would be strong enough to live through itand i remember believing you but how could you be so wrong
we're all a little impatientit's 6:04 in the morning and i'mstill sucking on life savers untilthe roof of my mouth goes raw; iguess they're not doing their jobvery well because there's a singleknock on my door and i know thedevil doesn't like to wait
I am worth something.I;I as in me,myself.Not the stars nor the scars,no metaphors of my beingbut simply,my being.Am;Am as in quality.I am smart.I am kind.I am beautiful.I am me.Worth;Worth as in goodor important enough.As in belongingbecause for once I feellike I belong.I have always belonged.Something;Something as in anything,as in everything.A certain undeterminedor unspecified thing.I don't know what it is yet.But I am worth it.I am worth something.I am worth something.I am worth something.I am worth living.
.i think we may havethe perfect friendship:a little bit of everythingwake up the next morningand still rock solid
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
.x.the roads are empty, but, my dear, so am i.y.take me back to somethingmore than suicidal thoughts andslacking intentions.
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
Nothing But A PuppetI am nothing but a puppet,A thing that you control.A simple wooden toy,I do not have a soul.I am nothing but a puppet,Someone to do your bidding.Your demands from my body,Relentless, unforgiving.I am nothing but a puppet,Your fingers pull my strings.They pull in all directions,Twisting, tangling.I am nothing but a puppet,My strings down by my sides,Trailing closely right behind me,My eternally bounding ties.
Dragging Diamonds Down My SkinI wanted someone to callme at midnight, outof breath (out ofluck). Telling me theyneed to talk.But not you."This probably comesthree hours too latebut please,listen anyways."You placed your tongueon my throbbing heart,eager to nurse offthe life of another.You said: "Shred skin to find the bone",I had shed my skin, lulled mybones into a weeping silenceand I still tasted disappointmentin your kiss.I've heard your eyelids creakwhen you open and shut them.I know what hides behind the glassand I do not planon coming back.
tonight i am old againtomorrow morning i will betwo again and scared of the shadows.i will be two again and i will notlook out the window unless you areholding my hand,i will be two again and my father willbe the biggest man on earth againbut tonight i am eighteen, i ameighteen, i amholding the world in my chest and it isbeating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)china digs a pattern in my backbone and iam red red red redi am a communist daughter andthe trains to shanghai will leave somethingto be desiredi am eighteen, i amall the life in the worldstacked around a schoolruined spineand the world moves softly and shetouches me gently with her faceand then slides away.tomorrow morning i will befive again and i will be happy,i will be five again and i will notlook at my body the way my mother looks at her body,i will be five againand people will just be pretty, people will just be"beautiful,"tomorrow morningpeople will just bepeoplebut tonight i am eighteen, i ameighte
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,This place it feels so pure.The Sun's rays are warm and brightI've never felt so sure.I explore the land and all its sights,I enjoy the world's grand tour.I wander around until the nightShows what it has in store.In the darkness, a speck of lightReveals a hidden door.I turn the handle and peer inside,A sight I can't endure.I turn to run, to escape my plight,I dare not to explore.But something inside catches my eye,I can't resist the lure.I awake to find myself tied tight,A voice tries to assure,"This one may finally fix you right,Maybe this is the cure."
Her name was Time.The Hourglasswishesshe were lessforgivablebut she hopesyou forgive her anyway.She just wants toreleasethe sand thatweighs her downspread it all aroundlose herself in every graindiscoveringwhat she already knows...each is different.but somehow the same.
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
.to thestar gazers outon dusty bridges-the ones whocould never seeApollo'schasing grin-keep looking.
FrostbiteYour eyes are frozen,Your fingers are ice.Your kiss gives me frostbite,Your words give it twice.
an introduction to Neverland.this is the story ofa girlwith short skirts andbruised knees,stuck in a placewith white walls andmarble teethedsharks.
making teain a warmed pothot water and tea leavesmeet in an intimate embracepleased by the tea leaves' attentionsthe water becomes a sweet golden nectarbut the water is a cruel loverand she turns bitter if held too longso the tea leaves are left behindtired and used, forgottenthe water has taken what she wants
I Fucked Your Mind, SorryI'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You,but I'm a sick bastardthat cannot stay away from you.Nothing less,Nothing more,I cannot let it go,I will not harm you.What I'm Going Through, It's Not Your Fault.What You're Going Through, It's Not My Fault.The moment I was bittenby the crazy dog you hired,I realized that my crazy lovehas fucked your mind.It passed a long timesince then,but you can't recover.I'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You.
AlarmI had an alarm on my heart,but this love was too silent.
We all are beautiful!We all are beautiful!The problem is on our eyes!
So something did change, her moodNothing changed, neither a hidden truth came up,but she accepted back an old friend.So something did change, her mood.
hide and seekeveryone looks to the starsfor inspirationbut maybe if we focused moreon the grains of sandbeneath our feet we mightjust find something a littlemore original