Know better
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia
Playboy
That’s what I should call you
Manipulator
Heart breaker
Emotionless little boy
Convinced me
All the world was in your eyes
Told my heart to you
Tore my insides out
My babysitter,
Brother,
Sister,
And I,
Huddle on the green couch.
Her laptop,
Shiny silver,
Is opened
The ideas flows through my hands,
Pressing the keys to make it appear on the page.
Despite its small appearance,
You can still see it.
The corner of your eye,
Controls your brain.
It works it.
Lilac
Colors blend
Soft pink
Scarlet
Fades
Blood orange
Mixes with the white
From across the pallet
Yellow
swift locks of golden hair belonging to—
a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,
guitar stained with teardrops,
that is worn out by playing her song.
golden fireworks blazing from the sky—
Stuck in the constant cycle of being healthy and unhealthy
Eating nothing at all then eating too much, eating too much then nothing at all.
Depressed then happy, happy then depressed.
looking up at the sky,
i can understand
why ancient people thought
the earth was flat
and the sky was a dome
our own personal snow globe
only,
we're trapped in it.
now we know
When the rivers turn to blood,
we will know
that our violence,
our unending savagery, our cruelty,
things we pass off as normal,
has gone too far.
When the rivers turn to blood,
we will know.
little lions
poking up through the sidewalk cracks
little lions
rambling along the sides of hills
little lions
puffy yellow stars shining like the sun
Pine trees
Maple trees
Birch trees
(and all the other ones,
too)
Summer river water
Winter lake ice
(and everything in between,
too)
Light flurries
Hard snow storms
Icicles
I was born in the morning
when the wind's gentle hands
would fly past me- laughing
should we run through the land
I was born as the birds were
under the eaves
of a soothing huckleberry