"of all the things
i could've broken
How to love a warrior.She isn't a girl you can mess with. Her rubber band heart strikes back with twice the hurt you are capable of feeling. Her ivory rib cage will protect her and break every protruding knuckle in your fist if you try to reach her when she doesn't want you to. She can stand alone at the end of the world. Don’t let her broken glasses fool you.
She can save herself.
She won’t need you to wait on her, hand and foot. She won’t need you to save her from the monsters underneath her bed. She slayed them when she was seven. She will carve the remains of your closet skeletons out of your chest where they learnt to hide and she'll frame them on your bedroom wall as a constant reminder of the time she was your knight in shining armor.
She won’t need you. But you'll need her. And she'll want you to.
She'll want you to need her the way she will learn to need you. With every breath in her lungs, she will breathe you in. She will batter your body's tin roof with sarcasm, heavy as
Butterflies.You said, “Yellow brick roads never led home.” For a long while, I chose to believe they didn’t. For a long while, I let your definitions define me so even if just for a while, I could have meaning. You said, ‘You can’t paint roses red, that’s not how color works,’ but I hadn’t seen much color as a child so I let you give me your monochromatic sight. You said, ‘Rabbits weren’t meant for waistcoats,’ so I let him go, hoping. Hoping, he wouldn’t be late.
You said, today could start with Once-upon-a-time but Ever-Afters had no guarantees. You said you could be the prince but I had to be Cinderella in shard shoes. You said dwarves had standards.
You said the Magic Mirror had never heard of me. You said I couldn’t name the colors of the wind. You said the ‘Dragons be here,’ on optimistic maps was wrong. You said I had no place in fairytales because they were lies with paperback wings.
Let me tell you a
Untitled.sing to me
in your ocean tide voice.
crash into me. hurtle your stones
and sea shells
against my skin and make me sway.
hold on to me
with your straying grasp. collide
your runaway train into mine.
don't end the sentence of my existence
with a question mark.
sleep with me.
give me space-time-synesthesia
so i can see the clock encircle me,
the calender sheets.
so i can recall what you have to do last tuesday
and did tomorrow.
when i see you
i really see you
walk with me.
slip your twitching fingers into the spaces
between mine. we may not fit 'perfect'
but we fit 'all right.'
dance for me.
bend your body in
skeletal origami. take me by the hand
and fold me a paper crane.
peel me away, layer after layer
till i am too light to fly,
blow in between my folds and set me
your thunderclouds and make me
sway. sway, to the breeze of your
starry night meadow. silence your oceans
and still flinch at the deafening roar.
hush my hurricanes, hush.
Can't phrase a sentence right.i have always wanted to write. writing, it’s, it’s one of those things that strips you of race, gender and culture and the only thing you’re judged on is the way that your words glide through the air, planting a kiss on every corner of the room when you say them. writing is one of those things that can be so moving when said that even the crevices in cracking plaster walls smile and whisper, “hey, that was beautiful.”
writing, it just kind of asks you to lend it your heart so it can paint words that are true and as soaked in dreams and hope as your blood is. it isn’t just words on a page, no, it is so much more. it’s lyrical origami, it’s poetry that makes diamonds shrivel in distaste as they wait to reach that state of perfection, it's a song that can be read in soundless space and still be heard with music in the background. it’s line after line of nothing but a collection of letters that don’t deserve to be called words sim
Just for a heartbeat.“i will never be the hero. don’t you understand that? i will never wear a cape and fly around town, saving people. i will never get a medal from the mayor of wherever. i will never be a hero. i can’t fly or shoot beams out of my eyes. i’m not even an 'average' hero that walks to work. i’m nobody. i’m a freak and everybody knows it. i’m a freak with fake broken pieces in me because i’m so pathetic i can’t even make my self up out of anything but lies. i’m a freak and no freak was ever a 'hero'. i’m a bloody lighthouse and i can’t just become a wave crashing at the shoreline. i just can't disappear. i’m not a hero. i’ll trip over my cape and kill someone. if that’s heroism then i’m on top of the world but, by definition, that doesn’t count. i’m a screw-up that will never do things right. i’m a screwed-up freak and that doesn't count... i don't coun
As long as anywhere was far enough.instead of a prison cell, he thought of it like a bird cage. it was his bird cage. we were imprisoned in three concrete walls that laughed at us and one lined with iron bars for the others to join in until we could bear no more mockery for the teenage sins we committed. while the rest of us screamed and cursed, crying out loud for the endless laughter to stop, he did nothing. he never did anything but twist metaphors and similes into ribbons he wrapped in every heartbeat and though the bitter hated it, i couldn’t help but find it his way of coping because he saw himself as a bird. a bird with the will to fly far away from the cage it was held captive in because we all saw this world as a chessboard or a game of scales but he wanted to believe there was something more, that there was something after the king had fallen to a pawn. he wanted to believe this world was something he could fly away from. that it was something that could wait for him and slow down when the time was
We were eternal.The body attacked itself. The mind forgot things. The eyes became sightless and limbs became immobile. The heart stopped beating. The blood stopped flowing. The fingers began sh-sh-shaking. The head became weightless. The hair weakened and fell. The bones began weakening and made us fall. The tongue refused to paint words in the air. The breath froze over. The heart stopped beating. The skin receded into a shrivel. The body bent over and hid in shame. The lungs stopped breathing. The heart stopped. The blood dried up. The bones stood strong but the flesh was lost. The corpse decayed. The life was gone.
But we were eternal. But we were forever. We were matter into energy. We could not be destroyed. We could not be created. We were there. We weren't everlasting. We weren't forever. But we were eternal. But we were eternal. We were supposed to be eternal.
On lockdown“Karah. My name is Karah. I am not Alice. I am Karah. I am Karah, Karah, Alice doesn’t exist.”
In those few seconds, Alice could let herself slip into a blanket of quiet. For some time, she wasn’t Alice anymore. She wasn’t weak or alone. She wasn’t hurt or broken. She wasn’t a thousand pieces of shattered glass lying on the floor trying to mend itself to form the perfect mirror it had once been. If only for a moment, she was whole. She wasn’t a runaway train. If only for a moment, she was on the right track, zooming at high speeds, safely, not colliding, not crashing. She was beautiful. Her scarred skin shed and now, she was beautiful. Her skin was painted in a hundred colors and her eyes shone as if star dust had found safe haven among her tears. She felt for the scar beneath her eyes and found nothing. She wasn’t Alice anymore. She was Karah. She was whole. She was complete. It had been so long since she had last felt so perfectly
Colors only i could seeas a child, my world was full of colors only i could see. my whole world feels like nothing but a collection of memories i can only remember, memories i can no longer go back to in hope of escape. sleeplessness made up about half of those memories. the night was a blanket my dragon friends wrapped me into before cradling me to sleep in their wings, the sound of their conjoined heartbeats thick and dreamy against my ears. it was the sound of immortal strength and a creation i had formed from nothing. it was mine. it was all mine. it was all mine to keep.
Ajax and Aya were my warriors of choice. they were “colored in Satan’s brightest flames” , they had once said. they were majestic, they were beautiful, they were everything. he, she and i rode into the night and we kissed the stars so lightly yet so deeply that there was no such thing as “farewell”, there was only, “until next time.” when Ajax and Aya were off, Peter took me to Neverland and i s
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfort
of being weightless in the sea.
Just floating there alone and undisturbed,
with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.
The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes you
while the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.
You feel safe and the options and life choices
no longer torture your brain.
You feel free, calm and sane
for that little period of time when nothing matters,
the pressure is gone and everything is fine.
The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,
not like a lover, but a healer.
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
i am too much and yet not enough.i.)
she tells me i have
the heart of a mouse,
put your ear against
my ribs and hear the
crying to escape. today,
my wings are slashed. this
is nothing unusual, this
is nothing different except
it's a Tuesday and i
promised to cry only
Mondays and Thursdays.
(its a good thing we both know
i only keep half my promises)
we do not speak about it. but,
neither do we pretend it's
not there - something to
be ignored and overlooked. she
acknowledges, salutes and
moves on; she's a soldier
that refuses to fight and
i think i am glad of this.
(learning to be peaceful after a
lifetime of war is slow going,
but we're getting there.)
sorry is a forbidden
word in this house. sometimes
i forget this and
apologise for taking up
the air. sometimes she
forgets this and apologises
for taking up the space. on
these days, we sip black
tea whilst i thread my
fingers through her hair and
read. it never matters what,
she just likes to hear my
voice and words take u
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
Goodbye, My Best StrangerThe worst way to lose a friend,
Is when they become a stranger.
Where they were the person who was holding your hand
And keeping you from falling off of the cliff.
But they finally let go
And as you fall away,
You can see their face get smaller and smaller
Until you hit the ground and your mind goes blank.
I liked the way we depended on each other.
Like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed your company
But you liked me too.
I liked the way you talked about stars.
As a kid who has a bad sense of gravity,
I thought you were one for a while.
You definitely were as bright as a sun,
And you were holding me in place,
Keeping me from drifting into space.
Now whenever we talk it makes me even lonelier.
We were such good friends.
I want you here with me
And the miles between us are like weights on my chest
They’re crushing my lungs.
But now we just make small talk
The pieces fall at our feet.
The words used to fit together so perfectly
Talking to you never was a puzzle.
Words came as n