Leather BootsI take my leather boots, and I leave I walk for miles searching for a new home My nomad self, squatting in the sunflower fields With the sun on my lips, and dirt on my fingertips I make trails where I have been, sometimes of rose petals Sometimes tearsLeather Boots
I’ve spread my wings, and implanted my foot print On the deepest dirt, the kind that stings and penetrates my bones My arms create wildfire As I weep into the wind
I make my own home with the thoughts I own
Clique Love SongI feel my pupils dilate into little hearts The tip of my hair curl into your skin I feel free, roaming around your body Searching for significance, for beautyClique Love Song
I know the many shapes of your face The way your voice dips when you sing A melody to me It’s a soft blanket covering my fears, my heartache
I twirl into you My hair becoming a windmill around my head My mind tossing in circles from the thought of you Each day, each moment I fall into you Galloping in your shadows Tasting your tears You look so beautiful, After all these ye
ShadowsThe world softly crumbles under my skin- Your eyes: dark silhouettes over my spine Your lips: crunchy silk under my breath Your hands: searching for something I cannot give to someone so willingly able to loveShadows
Everything about this chunk of girl Who has been crushed underneath this earth before-
MondayI sat on the highest hill of the city, spread my arms like a mad wildfire, and screamed. My scream went for miles, slithering in the ears of the entire town and the bunnies that hide under the shed. I stopped, and the world echoed back my scream fiercely, then faintly. I could still hear my scream twirling inside of the trees while I slowly laid down. The wind whisked my hair like eggs inside of a boiling pan. I felt like nature's food, a warm chunk of girl waiting to be eaten away. My fingers silently tapped around the dirt in ovals, while my brain drifted into memories of you. Your dimpled smile, your butter teeth. I always wondMonday
eight years from now.we're under the same sky, we're under the same sky.eight years from now.
we are under the same sky,
whispers binding eye-paths with star-threaded memories. we are sharing the same bleached chocolate stain on our white t-shirts; imprints from a hug sandwiched with ice-cream cones- witnesses for runaway marriages.
time capsules are compulsive liars; bound leather journals stains yellow with laxity. raisins stashed from teatime reeks an acidic stench, promises bound in butter cookie tins rusts and diffuses into damp dirts, and seedlings shrivel, with the lack of brilliance.
Devious Journal Entry
Agony
--
Rox my fuzzbox!!
--
right there where people fail to excel i leave my kiss on the table. ~AHC
--
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
By the way... Welcome to DA XD!
--
Previous PageNext Page