it's been too long

i was born to tell you: 'i love you'

can't escape the nagging feeling that sits with me like a shadow when the sun comes out to play
only in the rain do i find it held at bay

your heat crawls under my skin
infecting everything it touches
cutting me up inside
until i've forgotten who i am
my blood boils
crying out my eyes
and catching in my throat
so words can't escape
and i fill with all i want to say
and all i need to be
is lost forever in a red sea
drowning amongst the fishes

my stomachs sickness seeps into my heart
dead butterflies make perfect food for the worms.

drained of all my insides
wear my skin upon your bones
holding still
my beating heart
your wry grin's left my stomach in ropes
and i've never felt so weak
an end i've never feared before
the days fly by
and all the while
i hold onto everything
like there will be no other.

blood seething
burning skin
whoring out my wretched soul
beating from the inside out
dripping out my gender
staining everything i claim
tainting it forever
sickening me
my body aches
headless
and without horse.

i've known my sadness as long as i've known myself
and for it to go would be to lose a part of me
that maybe i'm not willing to leave behind.

this feeling of old

my being is torn
between wrong and the light
by the shine of the moon
in the midst of black night
in the times we are one
to the times we break
two
all my strength doth subside
and something seeps through
consuming and warm
in the black and the cold
guiding my hand and my heart
this feeling of old

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she is music to my soul

in the soft morning light
tracing your body with my finger
it's hard to imagine anything more
or less

then i open my eyes
and the clock fills the room
quiet sets a pace
cold across my skin
and the growing sense of an ending
before any kind of beginning
starts eating out my inside

and i know i'm in over my head

drowning slowly...

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i can't trust my hands anymore...

my sight

i am not blind
and
i am not a saint
sinking through the darkness
i never complained
weighted at the ankles
thrown into the sea
watching the waves form
waiting for the beat


i have not bottomed
these rope-burns are strained
climbing through the darkness
i never complained
lungs yearning for freedom
find them a plea
hold onto the bombshell
waiting for the beat


fast-forward to a girl nobody knows
sitting still in a world that never slows

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what the fuck was i thinking?

she took my heart
i don't know where
as she's never told me
where she went
when we were gone
but the love
i held for her heart
smolders under seasons past
even still
and i can't look behind me
so i walk along
a different path
and i fear
for my beating heart
as it is falling
yet again
but where is there left to fall
when i've been on the ground for so long
losing
for so long.

wasting time

i'm about to explode
listening to you talk
i can't forget to hold back
can't forget to look down
i just want to...
hang out
staring
your green eyes
watching you before me
studying your neckline
waistline
wasting time

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all my efforts not to touch

high voltage

i've been getting used to your energy
seeing the spark in your eyes
your nervous babble

you force me out of my shell
and i've no idea why.

heart or hands?

i've no clue what to do with all that i have
my hands wish to betray my heart
to lay across you
traced by my lips
my eyes
lift you from your slumber

i see you, through you
met you a thousand times
and you're as different now as you were then
caught in the butterfly net
you wear as a veil

stronger than you know
shattered as you are
chasing the pack instead of your heart
but roads unwind
and blurs align

golden bricks lay buried
underneath the sand
though, you should know
i'm no wizard
you've your own ruby slippers
you just need to use them

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day
it starts
always too fast

too long, too long.

everything but you

my fingers have found no way
and my mind tics only to tock
my breath so shallow
i'm walking
but for air
every sound that isn't yours
breaks me
it's been so long
i'm losing
even your face
you were all i could see
all that was me
everything passes
but you

eas⋅y  [ee-zee]
not hard or difficult; requiring no great labor or effort.

peas⋅y [pee-zee]
no definition.

everyone falling

wrapped up
in our blankets
keeping mind
tongue
and guts
from falling on the floor
though we are falling
constantly falling
so slowly

these blankets blind
we know ourselves
the others fall away
wrapped up in me
i lose perspective

wrapped up in you
you've lost me

and i'm still falling

these games we play

watch me watch you,
catch your breath
your heart beats short
mine skips a step
what's yours to give
i've got to get
you make me smile,
i'll make you sweat

a body moves to meet a touch
my lips
your neck
my mind a rush
your eyes, they smile
your body flush
melting me in tempered hush

i love to hate
these games we play
a push, a pull
caught in the fray
it's just a start
i'll stay at bay
but in the end
you'll play my way

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Shakespeare WOULD hate my emo poems

all

hands tick by
like blades
time spills forth
as memories drown
the river rushes
ever changing
i wade
thought wait
but no
as even stillness changes
and i am constantly reminded
that alone
we are all together
that differences
make us all the same
what i saw as light
a mirage in the dark
my eyes now wide
can see nothing
but with my heart
i see all

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a change of space is needed

live and re-live

people as anti-social as i
follow the social code
walk with heads down
look past everyone
people move
the halls breath
in and out
dirty water gathers
fills
overflows
how trivial
what meaning
no one lends a helping hand
currents lead us to our destined nation
open waters
baited with all that we fear
some float
some sink
never to be seen again
the divers salvage what they can
the lifetimes ago
only to live it again

anew

running with the waves like wild horess of the sea
tread atop the undertow
or fall beneath her feet
enamored by the flecks of gold that dance atop her skin
i follow like the piper
lost and found her wryful grin


like a playful child i am washed up by the waves
water slipping off my skin
getting lapped up by the fray
my body quivers as i watch the castles shifting in the clouds
i build my life upon the sand
amidst the crashing sounds


pale and shovel in hand
ignorance lives out this child's dream
the tide comes in
engulfs my world
my pain is washed back to the sea
so tired i tread
i try to keep my head above the murky blue
slowly slip beneath the surface
drift to death
a life
anew