Tag Archives: heart

seams

I’m not going anywhere and tomorrow will just keep coming

I cry for a new taste in my heart

stop licking old wounds that irrigate so deep

falling so no one will catch me

it eats at me like ants submerging into my brain

fighting for a space and a thought of their own

waiting and burrowing

they all feel pain


search

how long are you going to keep suffocating yourself?

let run your inspired mind

gasping for diseased streets

infected from a heart full of heat

this is just for you

waiting on inspiration

you think you are empty?

you have unsung holes

and false heroes

your hope has not run dry

your belief has not been crushed

you are alive

that sword across your chest can only dig deeper if you push it

is that the answer you seek?


letter

I had the chance to drown in your knowledge

I pulled away for reasons we will both never hear

I feel your smile as if its stained upon me.

My letter to you

you are not alone

I keep all the the voices in my head

we talk, I scream and they listen…reluctantly

a bit like you and me.

 

I’m still here to keep

I won’t be leaving anytime soon

but I can’t be yours as much as you were never mine.

I never cried as hard as you would have wanted, in fact i couldn’t cry at all

I just stared intensely at this page for months until I found a weapon.

 

My heart never shattered into pieces

I was never fragile enough for that, even if I wanted to be

I still beckon to be hurt by you

It would be easier to let go of our nothing we shared.


Asking for honesty

When I can keep crying and shove a pistol through my heart

My words become like medicine

Hard to swallow

Never spoke any lies

But still they weave round my words like spies

Fake smiles

Judging eyes

Im in the corner now

Shrivelling friendships

Searching for fucking honesty


soar

his life is but a trolley of succession

he keeps moving but his heart stays behind

he closes his eyes and lies back into the seat

soaring through the aisles

his head in a daze

a woven rapture paints across his gaze

smiles and lights

a barge of bluey greens

screaming he cries out for more

joy penetrates his being

his soul amplifies

and he just flies


1/2

If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be


i want

Her eyes scar me like stones through my chest

My heart burns every time she licks her lips

Her hands stir me like my rival punching me in the head

Her voice stings my ears like a familiar friend

And all I wanna do is put my hands around her throat and bring her close