RustYour throatRust by haphazardmelody
ComfortMelancholy sighs your frame.Comfort by haphazardmelody
Melancholy whispers your hair withered.
Melancholy polishes your cheeks pale,
melancholy divides your tear ducts empty.
aches your bones with a soothing lullaby.
How Time Fliesi.How Time Flies by haphazardmelody
in your lungs.
Nine years ago,
on plastic and grass blades
and were happy.
the sickening pulsebeat
behind my eyes.
Two and a half years ago,
we plastered blue over mold
and were happy.
fingers to knees
in a constant freefall.
Three days ago,
heat to gravity to embrace
and were happy.
But you never see it.You twirl threatsBut you never see it. by haphazardmelody
past my ears
down my shoulder blades.
I am caught
between the tides
I cannot control
and the razors
I do not swallow.
You work as hard as you can
to inadequate me beneath your soles,
and I work as hard as I can
to go along with it.
A Spade isA Spade Is Something To Hit Someone Over The Head With.A Spade is by somnomollior
'I call a spade a spade.'
That's what he says,
Right in my face,
That blunt and honest person.
It's not that he doesn't think before he speaks;
It's that he does not think beyond his own belief.
He is always right,
I am always wrong.
Crash goes his spade down on my head
To knock the stupidity from my brain,
And while I stand there in my tears,
He walks away with head held high.
Secretly I have a dream
To visit him at dead of night
And sharpen up his shiny blade
And cut his tongue off, out of spite.
HugsI wrap my arms around you,Hugs by Ihnasarima
hold on for a moment or so
then let you go,
send the feeling of my arms around you
with you on your way.
It makes a shield around you
of loving and good will
to protect you;
I feel responsible because I care
for you, but you must go.
I hold you close and tight to me
before you meet the world,
with the hope
that the experience will not have
any lasting harm to you.
Hugs are a good-bye thing
for strength, goodbyes, and comfort, too,
than just an Ill miss you, dear,
they really mean Thank you.
So when I take a moment
to give you a tight hug,
I really mean
to say it all, and hope
you mean the same for me in return.
love looks better on paperlove looks better on paper by inmyroom
I hung my eyelids until they rusted
on iron hooks, I can hear God
lick the blood, He glued angels to my soles
and set me on my way.
You read my corneas
three hundred and twenty seven times, I can feel you
peel back decay and hold a glowstick to my skull
when I really need headlights and five vowls
to split tree trunks in half.
We walk miles between telephone cables,
hold you lip lines upto my pores, tell my tendons something
new, tell it with your pulse-sighs, with your wrist bones
with your knee caps that can open doors. I'll cough it up hard
for you, then swim inside your ear canal to remind you
your mother loves you,
she knows the edges of your body are beautiful,
atoms fall away and I can see you
hand me an atomony book
and say I have a lot to learn.
I can feel the defect in my stomach,
the cancer in my airways
but I open my arteries forgiveness-wide,
some days I am older than you
but that's okay
because most days I am not
and I fit inside match boxes again.
Let's pretend we live i