Sunday, December 31, 2017

New Year wooooo

I'm very surprised we don't have hover boards by now but that's okay, anyway here's what I hope to achieve in 2018.

1:  Workout once a day, six days a week and eat better

2: Try out for my High School's Track team and make it.

3: Be more positive

4: Get a job and volunteer

5: Get my driver's license

I hope your 2018 is wonderful whoever is still reading this, cheers!

SummerDreamz

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

string

string
rolled over the wall and the window panels
bouncing off the curtains
landing on the ceiling

bumping into each other and growing ragged
twirled around my finger tips and traveling down my wrist
right down the top of my shoes
intertwined with my shoelaces

whoops
now they're wrapping around my waist and twisting tighter
traveling up my spine
pulling my shoulder blades together

its around my neck now
pulsating against my throat
wrapped around tightly

finishing off by twirling itself into a big red
bow

Friday, November 24, 2017

you're no friend of mine

i keep waking up at one excepting a sunrise
instead of headlights bouncing off of bedroom blinds

i'm afraid i lost my only good quality last night
and it's stuck in my head again

you told me i looked good with
fingers riddles with paper cuts
covered up carelessly with silver rings
so that's all i wear anymore

soaking wet hair matted against my scalp
because you couldn't be bothered to dry it

another drop in the bucket
and the liquid runs deep
and it burns like lighter fluid when it hits my skin

heavy eyelids i just want to rip off
pick off my eyelashes one by one

i heard there's a chance at an afterlife
and here i am stuck between thoughts of them

you're no friend of mine
you're no friend of mine













Sunday, November 19, 2017

just a collection of poetry scraps

i'm afraid i lost my only good quality
last night

 i keep waking up at midnight expecting a sunrise
and i can't keep it up anymore

if i'm not back by morning bury me in mahogany

write me a message and slide it under my door 
i'll read had once or twice

before tuckong it underneath floorboards and behind closet walls
move a couple of the skeletons in the closet
hanging up winter clothes



and if i'm not back by morning bury me in mahogany
draped in robes of white
with red bleeding into the seams

chicken scratches etched on my hand
and rings made of stained copper covering up the mess








Wednesday, October 25, 2017

wow, this is a really bad poem

Cigarette day dreams fog my vision
overplayed scene from yesterday
puffed up in a cloud of suspicion

now the lilac reflection is burned in my mind
when i keep myself up at night
rain or shine

do you know ashes from ashes
and dust to dust
David bowie is rolling over in his grave
laid to rest with his rose tinted glasses

Ziggy stardust is a dead man walking
burned out like the best
but even the dead don't stop talking

please don't go, i love you so
i love you so
where am i gonna go my darling
please don't go






Tuesday, September 26, 2017

not a good sign

you don't have your head on straight
because you left it by the bed this morning

and indigo veins trace paper thin skin

hoping for better weather and shorter days
but you hate the weather
and the headlines

lost in a nonchalant smile
and a pocket of unnamed pills
laced with fever dreams

engulfed in red
but you're blue on the inside and it's creeping to the outside

battered knuckles, bloodied and  bruised
is the perfect color to match you other wounds

saying good morning to the dead
too busy counting shadows
to notice the sun went down an hour ago

poking bruises that showed up out of nowhere
sleeping with shoes on

these aren't good sign