ZeSnapDragon

My shadow remains the same And my body resembles it's shape Yet something in your eyes, Show me I've changed. There is a discomfort, The warmth has withered Into a void of silence. My words pitter-patter Off the glass of Your expression, Unmoved and unchanged. The laughter has Cooled to a Draft of after thoughts. The silent nods Have boiled to nothing But useless and worthless Chatter. And when I look at you, I realize I am but a fallen flower In your eyes.

Reflect me, Like a mirror And warp my image With your own twisted thoughts I will never be the same. Reflect me, Off the glass And wrap me in Your hate and loathing I will never be loved with your eyes. Reflect me, In the light And blind me With your emotions I will never be forgiven.

The breathing doesn't stop The splattering of verbs and nouns Slurring the adjectives like slugs God what is that noise?! He's pacing and yelling Left right left right left right left right Just shut up, what is that?! The buzzes the beeps the sirens the screams He falls now but the breathing doesn't stop It heaves and shovels carrying it's self Trying to uproot another insult Another curse Shut up shut up why is this so wrong?! The thuds the sharp triangles jagging their way through a streaming path There's an ache, a moan, a squeal so squeamish and weak The breath fights through the syllables of the ancient alphabet Mary An

The sound of the door shutting echoed through the chamber, Amy spun around to face him, "So what did you want to talk to me about?" She asked. Rivan paused, moving toward her slowly, his eyes glowing from the drafty light of the stained glass roof like cigarettes. "I just…" He stood inches away from her, stroking her hair and pressing his mouth against her ear "I just wanted to talk…" Amy brushed him away "Rivan, stop it, just tell me what's wrong, I really have to go." He twitched, "Amy I just wanted to see you. I love –" "Don't." Rivan grabbed her arm "Say that you love me." She jerked, but he held on tighter. "Rivan, I

There's a body in the closet. The clock is ticking while there's a body in the closet. The minute hand pointed to five while he carved the knives. 10 inch blade with a two inch handle went into the squirmy thing in the closet Now there's no squirmy thing in the closet. There's the knife in the kitchen. It's messy. It got sticky while going into the squirmy thing in the closet. Now it's in the kitchen. Under the water going psu psu It's still messy And the sticky stuff cakes on. He frowns because it's his favorite. And he has to throw it away. He cries because he wasted it. The knife stays in the kitchen And the body stays in

“Come with me my dead man,” The figure said Outstretching a cold, withered hand “Ride with me upon my horse’s back “To the gates of hell “Scratch away your hopes and dreams “Carve out your heart and soul “Tear out your happy memories “And the names of those you hold close “Be rid of second thoughts, secrets never told “Gouge out your friends “Burn your thoughts “Ride with me my dead man “Forget those you’ll leave behind “Never see the moon again or feel the soft cool breeze “For a sinner is what you are “And a sinner is what you remain

once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that i came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods. - sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain. i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with yellow and purple coloured pencils on index cards. my origin changes like the seasons. "why do you lie to everyone?" you ask. "why not?" i reply. - i wear nametags that read "alicia" and "liana" and "samantha," because i want to know how it feels to be someon