Testimony

Out the window stares are there

Down the wishing well, hopes run in the air

Collapsing instead of flourishing through

Tender kisses from Angels on the heads of few

The journey never ends

I turn my head and shout “follow” to you

Never thought to leave you behind

Circles in my mind until the end of time

If I were to lie again

Every second of my life would be tarnished

Despicably vanished from my memory

As if nothing else could ever be

But I’m bold enough to get over you

I’m free enough to be free from you

I’m smart enough to break away from the institution of

Two

Giving up? No not me, my friend.

I swear I’ll be the one fighting in the end

The battles worth fighting for

The words scribbled and spoken up from sacred pen

The testimony of lives saved

From the bondage of modern day

Love…what is love?

Love

One syllable of death lying across our cheeks

Each letter with a single breath, beginning to breathe

Torturing our every move, please

just let me be

BackTrack

Returning to the scene of the crime cause her mentality is rising high and high with questions,

Curiosity like what if they woulda made it to something she'd admire?

Curiosity like when will she find something else that makes her feel as good as needled injections of fate calling her name,

Judgments of the day by day addictions screaming insane.

Insane- the loneliness dragging her by her last strand of hair, and asylum of people staring crossed eyed at the boot straps they're supposed to be picking up.

Giving up- being the new success of today

Giving up- easier to try harder that way

Living up to zero expectations, a pen so far from it's soul mate and no words written across the sheet,

They never met.

Backtrack- let's look behind us at something we use to be

Backtrack- the wings set to fire and burnt, it's history.

Beginnings could never be so faint

The fog covering up the sweet taint of a thick glazed glass they used to find easy to skate across,

Tumbled and broken, the thinner it gets

It's like walking on egg shells when she's giving you her best

A thousand miles embedded in a forest of sand without water

You've left her no choice, backtracking without stutter.

Backtrack- the footsteps of her sin recollected, adding to her collage of mistakes redirected

Backtrack- the mind and lips she learned to love are as distant as finding a guilty man with no evidence cause he used a damn glove.

The twisted end up being the sane in the light of a brain like yours drunk and in love.

Drunk- trip twist spit your own vomit

choking back the dreams a little more until they're gone and

Garbaging the inners of herself in attempts to sell off her soul

The burden of a heart hits hard and somehow breaks her fall

Heartbreak is now the savior of us all.

Bipolar

You say I’m nothing but a monster

But a monster the world instilled in me

How can I separate myself from the depiction? Save myself and not let the monster breathe?

In the final moment of judgement, the vision of you will be crowding over me

whispering all the things I could never see.

Hide

To say the cloth that hangs from me

is admired by the person I can be

it’s a big step.

Prodigious, steep

like falling down the stairs asleep

I can’t imagine a you with me

But the fantasy of road blocks inspired scriptures

written in fury can be the happiest thing I have yet to be.

Tell me it won’t be forever

and I won’t mind, whatever.

A piece of you spread across the board of time would be quite as I inclined

Labels and song titles racing through my brain

singing every night to keep myself sane

the signs slapped like tramp stamps on the naive aim of youth

wondering why my mind is screaming out for a lovely truce

Undecided

never slipped into her life so fast

that she would be forced not to think about the ghosts of your past

time flies by and it seems too tied up

one wish and motion steered them to tear apart things they believed would unveil the what ifs.

contemplations when previous submission to heartaches softened the skin

and christened the lips

but the ability to stay away from the sweet scent of insanity

boils beneath faces that masks uncover

not knowing what the next

attempt would discover.

snap her fingers and click her heels 3 times

wondering if the last will bring her home,

seemingly gone in outer space for so long,

intergalactic superstition

flying from each corner of

the mind taking up space and time.

she remembers faintly the whisper of a promise well made

the interest of another was always forbade.

but for some reason, it's you.

the one from way back then

the "lover and friend"

who happened to hold her

heart with or without fame.

Suicidal

The moth curiously stumbled through the window

Eyes burning from the skies outside

But who’s to say the inner layer is always the safest

Innocence demanding attention, instead getting neglected

It floats all the way to the top of this war

Misunderstood and nowhere to turn

Sweat dripping to depict the end of a lifetime

Start of another start

Reverence can’t save it, no

Comfort is enslavement

It learned to never depend on the words of another

Fly away, fly

Into the flame, cause all anyone else ever does is

Cry

The broken bits inside cannot be restored

Promises cannot be replenished

The towers of progress tumbling down like an avalanche

Poor little moth, poor little moth

without hope for another chance