Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Dignity is death.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
The devil’s in my midst.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.