Friday, April 30, 2010

Heart Attack

I want to hold something. Anything.

But most of all, I want to hold my heart, so it doesn't go running after the wrong thing.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Assassin's Mistake

I wonder if you follow me like I follow you: secretly.

And I wonder if one day we'll turn around and see that we're both behind each other, hiding in the bushes.

Spring Onions

If I had a sword, I'd cut you in half.

And just to make sure you didn't come back to stab me in the back again, I'd take out a chef's knife and chop you into little bits.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Theives of Hope

Because I know you, and the second I tell you something without a lock and key to bind it tight, you'll give it to the hope stealers, and I'll never have it back again.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Missing Piece of Truth

Everybody is asking How, but no one care's about Why. So Why ran away to cry alone, and the whole truth is splintered from thereon.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Princess to Pauper

Yesterday, I was sure of myself as a queen.

Today, I feel as if born to mere peasantry.


The worst of it all is that I truly believed we could change the future, another lifetime ago.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Five words, five years ago.

Sometimes it's the words of the past that describe the present so perfectly.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Is it weird that I find the bathroom the most peaceful place in the house?

Perhaps. But that doesn't make it any less true.

Now, if only the toilet was a comfortable, plush seat.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Forever is a Long Time

To smile in itself is a strength- but to be true to yourself, to cry when you feel like it, to laugh louder than the rest, to be who you are- that is the true strength. Anything else is stupidity.

A Paradise in Ruin

You are who you are, and no one else; If you try to be anyone else, the words don't flow, the sun doesn't shine as bright, and eventually, the gloss peels away and the castle crumbles into ruin.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Gingerly, Gingerly

I know the second I turn around, I'll see the shadow of you with a whisper on your lips, and a knife in your fingertips.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Between The Leaves Light Shines Dappled

I'll wake up tomorrow, and everything will have changed.
I'll have found a treasure in the most simplest of places.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Plucked from the Vine at a Very Young Age

If ethical was a fruit, you'd never taste it's nectar.