Source: lesinisterkiddI dreamt of the
world in fragments
shattered in my cranium upon
Impact—
These thoughts of what
Happiness could
Become and
How it could sit,
Fester like a tempered
Addict without a fix
To soothe their body;
All the while I’m doing nothing
To find a
Cure.
Source: sladkisonworksThe scenery is always the same
A graveyard of sorts
With endless rows, like apparitions
Just pillars that quake in the wind
Trembling under my scarecrow gaze
Because I will always remain.
I am the only monolith here
A haunting figure
This is my world, my time-lost kingdom
Enter only with…
Source: theawkwardvelociraptorI miss him like the stars
when clouds cover the sky,
or like a small mourning bird
once away it does fly.
I miss him like the whispering wind,
but you’ll never see me cry
because life can be a fickle thing
and we all live to die.
Source: blacksnarkA kind-eyed boy and I
once spent our lonely on each other.We shared a month of respite
in darkened movies, his arm draped lazily
across the back of my seat,
late night taxicabs to
chase dawn in each others’ beds
where we lay, clothed, trading wounds
heartaches, holding each other
the…