kisses under a bridge

                                 let me become

                                                       something worth holding closely 

dandelion fields falling prey to my fire

gasoline stretchmarks climbing up the wall

It’s clearly the fear of not breathing you in again that keeps me awake

Yesterday

Porcelain cracks along your face, unwanted stories turned into novels gather dust on your desk.

Rewrite your own history and start a new life. Take the blood soaked sheets and rip them up. The time for self hate was yesterday.

Everything you do is beautiful.

Things I Would Have Done Differently

I ran from my past until my chest hurt

grass clung to my legs

cigarette smoke filled these lungs

a match was put out on a slow beating heart

high above they viewed this as ‘growing pains’

a younger me watched and took notes

I gave life to my midnight dreams and you became the result

my
emotions
have never
been so perfect

Break the dirt; bury me down when I’m broken
Or let the undercurrent carry me out to the ocean.

Can’t swim as good as I could as a child
But as a kid, I never swam, just stood there and smiled.

— Atmosphere- You Make Me Wanna

From IL to Universal to Disney to the Beach…we’ve had a full weekend! hayleymorganx3

don’t forget your dreams

tiny insects crawl into my hands as I force feed my ideas into your fingertips, spreading the disease of modern convenience to the youth of yesterday’s tomorrow. this rejected style of forgetting is now a common practice used by everyone who thinks that they are better than their younger selves simply because they grew up. losing sight of your childhood ambition is todays equivalent to beating a small animal on a social media platform for attention.

buying this, won’t give you that. listening to that doesn’t bring them back into your life. loss of imagination brings on a new order of grey eyes tapping away at blank screens attempting to pretend they are someone they can’t even imagine themselves being.

Spend more time looking into my eyes and less into my words. My mind fails when I speak. These words mean nothing more than the air I breathe. Don’t
leave
me
with
my
thoughts

I tripped off of the curve to fall into your thoughts, tugging at your heart strings from the tunnels your nightmares have created.

Probably one of my better vacations with my girl hayleymorganx3. Love ya baby girl.

R.I.P

Crumpled newspapers become my carpet as the maggots eat away at my fingers. A flower rests neatly on my forehead, the sunshine can’t reach my half eaten bagel.

Respiratory problems convert my vents into a suction cup for my fears. Distinctive marks they once called “lacerations” cover the the dark parts of my body. A shallow grave holds my letters I never sent. Rest in peace to my mind.

I thought I’d add my words to the poem my girl hayleymorganx3 wrote up (also it was her first feature so be sure to give the original a little love). Bold is me and small print is her.

"As I lie here in my bed,
you are already somewhere in dreamland.

God if only you knew where I was, as I toss and turn in my sleep sack attempting to turn off today’s hardships.

My empty arms await for your return.

My body awaits the warmth of your touch.

The army has given you a passion,
it’s taught me patience.

The Army has given me you and nothing is better than knowing that you are mine.

Nights when I tremble in fear are just
“long days” for you.

Days when I can’t hear your voice, are the moments when I question everything but then I remember you’re on the other end waiting so patiently and suddenly things aren’t so bad anymore.

My mind is under construction, 
it’s becoming stronger for you.

You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.

As others try to brainwash my thoughts, I just ache for you more.
I don’t have to give it a second thought;
I will always be waiting at home.

No matter what your love will guide me home to you.

Arms wide open just for you
and your tender love.

My mind set on loving you and making sure you don’t have to wait too long. 

this life becomes so much more excellent once you forgive yourself for the things life has made you feel indecent about…

your quirky snarling attempts at crowding together your thoughts at three in the morning while listening to music you could only hope to taste with your mind in a dream you will eventually have tonight…

raindrop kisses, drip into your ears as the sunlight kisses the horizon that you have set out to watch but never have taken the time to find…

your fingertips become more and more heavy as you type away your thoughts only to regret the mistakes in the words you chose the very next morning…

this repetition is beautiful and so are the thoughts that you planted into the minds of the many people you have dreamed of…

idk part 1 of infinity