Balance me on your heart
The way I’m to balance time in my life
But understand that there are moments to let me go
My mind may be slipping
The way old age takes to nipping
But my craziness isn’t your burden to hold
I’m Not Your Burden
A Knock at Your Door
Horses gallop on my heart
As I walk my way to your door
Nerves tingle in my fingers
Making things I touch singe more
I’m a walking fire lit
Catastrophe on the way
It isn’t until I see your face
That my monsters hide at bay
Take me in your arms
Comfort, to bring my fire down
Shove away the real me
To somewhere she can’t be found
Unconditional My Curse
For some reason, I’m stuck being kind to you.
My mind won’t form the chaotic words that seethe on the tip of my tongue.
My eyes won’t glare with the hatred that I know I should feel.
And my heart won’t stop beating with rhyming words of love.
Like a spell slipped under my pillow at night…
I….
Hate myself….
… Unconditional love, my curse.
Don’t Expedite Your Dreams
If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart
Be a Better Ghost
I have a secret if you want it.
It may sound nice to have a soul that is filled with vanity. To love yourself the most of all.
Sounds like a happy existence.
Maybe.
But there are no awards for these selfish hearts in the afterlife.
Just emptiness.
Be a better ghost.
The Poetess
The musk of her words
Brings tears
like rainfall.
A weeping rain.
Heart caged.
Pulling at the bite.
The poetess.
Destroyer of Content.
The Bringer of the Real.
Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.
When her words fall,
the world aches.
And there is no thing as a better place or time.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 