1. There’s nothing.

    No words to fix it.

    No people to change it.

    No hope left to ever be anything more

    Than empty.

    Emptier than the compassion in your body,

    Emptier than the love in your heart,

    And, yes,

    Emptier than the bottle in your hand.

    There’s nothing anymore.

    No point in continuing. 

    So I’ll take my leave now.

    I’ll finally walk away.

    But when I’m gone, 

    You will never be anything more

    Than empty.

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  2. Neverland is real.

    The second star to the right,

    Straight on to morning.

    But they don’t tell you

    That there is no guarantee

    You’ll survive the night.

    1 month ago  /  1 note

  3. Masked by the darkness

    We move on to the shadows

    Mischief is about.

    Our silent movements

    Aid the presence of evil.

    Always fear the dark.

    4 months ago  /  1 note

  4. Maybe they’re right.

    Maybe perfection is attainable.

    Maybe I’m the farthest thing from it.

    Maybe there is a “perfect time,”

    Or a “perfect girl.”


    But maybe they’re wrong.

    Maybe there’s no standard.

    Maybe everybody has somebody.

    Maybe our “perfect time” is every second that we spend waiting for it.

    Maybe you have imperfections,

    And maybe I do too.

    But maybe, just maybe, that’s ok.

    4 months ago  /  1 note

  5. Nightmares

    The nightmares are starting to return.

    Sleep is lost in the hours I’ve spent suppressing them;

    Holding back the monsters bursting through the darkness.

    They seep into my brain,

    Leaving bombs in my memories.

    The countdown is unknown,

    But the explosion is inevitable. 

    Widespread chaos will infiltrate every corner of my mind.

    The blast can be heard for miles..

    The pain and grief will eventually subside,

    And in their place comes a series of aftershocks.

    Each slightly less painful than the last.

    Until, one day, when sleep will again find me.

    But that day is not today.

    7 months ago  /  2 notes

  6. Life is changing like the seasons.

    Constantly renewing a world beginning to stagnate.

    Holding on to the last shreds of character left to define it.

    The sky gets dark;

    The leaves fall;

    The wilderness retreats.

    But the world will keep spinning…

    The days will pass,

    The tides will change.

    And without fail:

    The sky will brighten;

    The leaves will grow new;

    And the wilderness will return.

    Life is changing like the seasons

    And with it I am reborn.

    8 months ago  /  0 notes

  7. Emotional Evisceration

    The night was dark.

    The woods we walked through together left no sign that we would live to see morning.

    Into the echoes, hand-in-hand, we endured.

    We lived to sunrise.

    Engulfed in your presence, we spent the day living like it would never end.

    Our love seemed like the only thing that mattered.

    Until the sun started to set.

    Until you walked back into the woods to save the next helpless girl.

    Until you uttered a solemn “take care” and left me to watch you walk away

    Like nothing mattered.

    I just wish I hadn’t walked back into the woods….

    10 months ago  /  2 notes

  8. Lost and defeated

    Cast out

    Like a bottle to sea

    Conveying a message of emptiness.

    Floating, motionless


    An empty vessel

    To wash ashore. 

    To take someone’s breath away

    And maybe, 

    Just maybe,

    Return a message of hope

    And meaning.



    I need it to matter.

    1 year ago  /  2 notes

  9. Autumn

    The annual burn has fallen upon us.

    Our people are beginning to perish.

    The fire will take them, and down they’ll fall

    And there our people lay;


    Their bodies will dry as the moisture drains,

    And there the dead lay;


    The others will come invade our lands

    And walk all over our hallowed tomb.

    And there the shriveled lay;


    Now the western wind blows over us

    And as tradition goes,

    Their bodies and souls will lift from our grounds

    And the crumpled will cease to lay.

    1 year ago  /  1 note

  10. When the tide is high,

    And the current is strong,

    It’s easy to lose hope.

    It’s easy to give in to the dark

    And accept the suffocating cold water.

    It’s easy to lose sight of your dreams

    And everyone you love.

    But when have you ever taken the path most traveled?

    The water isn’t trying to take you,

    You’re giving yourself to the water.

    And darling, the water doesn’t deserve you.

    1 year ago  /  1 note