These Words Are A Loaded Bullet. And I'm Aiming For Your Head.

These words are a loaded bullet

Set in motion

Breaking the sound waves

Aimed in the sights

Pointing directly into your mouth

Because if you heard half of the shit

That comes out of your mouth

You would pull the trigger too

You

You are drowning in your

Crooked philosophy

Drowning just to see

The pretty colors as you

Look up from the bottom

Of the ocean

To see the glimmering

Sun peaking out from under

The armpits of this universe

These words?

These words are a blanket

Suffocating us

Smothering us with hatred for this

This loving feeling I have for you

I want to cradle you into my

Gut and give you everything that you lack

But even the sun can't give someone

Necessity

Want

Drive

Desire

Love.

Everything comes down to love

Because no one ever has it

Except the people you don't know

And never will meet.

Words

Words are the only thing that really

Have love

Words are the epitome

Of our existence

And I don't know if

I'm going crazy or

If I’m just in love

Because I'm drowning in these words

And if you don't

Shut up for once in your god damn life

And kiss me now

I swear to whatever god you worship

I will pull that trigger

With the three bullets called

I Love You.

The House of The Rising Sun

Paper Cranes
Carry prayers
To the rising sun.

The house was renamed,
some time a few years back,
now the setting moon replaces
everything she once new.

Enter the doorway,
she tiptoes on the feathers
of the shattered clouds,
and heads for the attic.

Finding the noose, she wears as a neclace,
and the flaming candle that never burned out.

She tosses in her sleep,
seeing this attic,
hiding away from the rest of the world
in the house of the rising sun.

The rising sun doesn't rise anymore,
So to her, it's just a house.

The neclace she bares reminds her of
her humilty,
and the flames remind her of her spit fire.

The house, the house,
she can never burn it down.

She hung the noose in the attic, and set the candle
underneath.

Because even the humble will eventually burn to the ground.

And finally, she can walk away untouched.
And the sun rises once again,
but to her it is still
Nothing but a house.

Drowning Lessons

You have enough happiness in you to fill an ocean,
but you have enough sadness in you to sail it.

The only diffrence between happy and sad
is the fractures of creases that seperate skin from fingerprints.
But somewhere between happy and sad is numb.
You say you want to be nutraul, but as soon as you get there you're trying to get out.

Becasue in reality:
All it is
is drowning.

Drowning is love
poring into your lungs.
Sufficating you sweetly
that you don't mind the black sharp pains.

Drowning is the only way to get to atlantis,
Drowning is the only way to get into David Hasseloff's arms.

But drowning is also the only way to get a fear of water.
Drowning in the only way to get a fear of death.
A respect of life.

You only know the doggy paddle because
everyone calls you a bitch.

So why not take a trip
to the bottom of the lake?
Rivers run through your veins
deeper than the nile's night.
Deeper than any word
ever said
to anyone
ever.

Imagination Hurts

The Beauty in a Raindrop

Some people feel rain.
Other's just get wet.

I want to wake up with the rain.
As it kisses my cheeks
I fluster my eyes and awake to open skies
musty and dark
but beautiful.

There is beauty underneath.
There is always beauty underneath.

The rain washes away everything,
cool, cold and kind.

I can leave my secrets in the puddles
and the clouds will evaporate my anger
and I too, can be a cloud.

Because there is beauty on the surface too.

Whoever said happiness is like sunshine,
Has obviously never danced in the rain.

This portrait may look like the rain
trickles like my tears.
But if you were to zoom in:
You would see my smile.

Emilee

We could start something.

Something beautiful.

Like the hills that we see everyday in

This world
This state
This county
This town

So close by you and your
Hospital bed.

Every day and night,
For when your Pancreas gives out.
Sending you
Your favorite flowers
When he breaks
Your heart again.

Listening when
You spill your guts
Not planting a seed of gilding sorrow.

But they understand

I understand,
That the only one
You can tell
About what you did last weekend
With your boyfriend
In his bedroom

Is no longer here.

The greatest jewel
Make even the coldest hearts of absolute zero
Melt.

 So maybe they couldn't break the ice,

But they could break your spirit.

Just don't let them, okay?

 If we were one in the same,

 I would hurdle over the mountains

 Cross a dessert just to bring you back 

 The tear you cried last September

 Over someone, something stupid.

The masks we wear make us, 

And I wear the mask of you.

And I don't mind because what I see

Is a radiance greater than the Aurora Borealis.

It’s more than love
It’s less than lust
It’s a bond
That is never broken
No matter what.

Blood thickens air,

As it turns blue to red.

Metamorphosing into something…

Beautiful.

Like your smile.

Like my laugh.

Like the hills.

Train Tracks

I love trains.
Always have,
Always will.

I love trains because they can take you away from places,
bring you closer to places,

Trains can travle like cells in a body,
and trains can blow up in an aray of blaze.

I read once in the paper that a man tried to stop a train
because he read so in a comic book.

I thoguht it was silly because
Trains are unstoppable forces of human kind.

we created force with our bare hands,
and spread it's veins throughout the world
connecting us all like a heartbeat.

Can't you hear it?

I feal the pulse coming now.