Let's dance to Joy Division And kiss to Morrissey Listen to music and lay with me Until your scent is on my sheets Bring me half dead flowers in the morning, And trace my smile with your Cigarette tainted thumb As you kiss me on the cheek Whisper coffee-kissed nothings Into my impatient…Read more Half Dead Flowers
What does it mean when your favorite color isn’t even A color at all? But merely - A lack of everything or The absence of nothing, All at once, Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty. My favorite color is the color of darkness; The color of your dilated pupils that swim…Read more Black
I think in some alternate universe I’ll be trapped forever inside these Deep purple walls, Looking outside the window and watching The boys in their jumpers Racing eachother on shiny new bicycles - Two wheeled memories that will someday only be a metaphor Of nostalgic comfort and Wasted youth He told me to smile…Read more Photo Album
I said I destroy everything I touch, and he said he wouldn't mind getting destroyed by me.
While I was writing this poem, I was singing it in my head and ended up turning it into a song because it just seemed to flow that way. So, needless to say, later today I'll be busting out the guitar and putting some music to it. But for now, here's the poem!~ …Read more Broken Soul from Apartment #4
I want to meet you in the spring, When the snow begins to melt And with it my fears Of things that have already happened And things that just might happen Someday, If the stars align in just the right way I wish to see you when I’m happy - When my eyes light…Read more Meet You In The Spring
My bones were a frame, My skin stretched over it like A canvas; Blank. I gave you a brush And with it the freedom To turn me into whatever you so Desired. I began beatiful Empty Pure But was soon polluted by Images of pain and sorrow That still reside on my body As scars…Read more Metaphor.