Perfect (Sophmore year)

How do you write of a scream
when letters aren't loud enough?
to write of emotions
language could never perceive
when blank memories fill with fear
and rage bares it's nightmare teeth
who is left to mourn the death
of innocence?
children born of fear, born of sin
so lovely trapped in danger fed on liars' whim
thrown to loneliness straight from a melancholy birth
tremulous hearts of broken worth
all is known but none dare speak
stoic witnesses, partners with tragedy
the world spins on, feigning tears
for the whispered ghosts
of small broken souls
nothing else matters
for children of and with no faith
what is life but to live for hate?
sheltered with uncovered rage
untouchable in anger, their form of safe
screaming sorrow from every pore
they fear love and not much more
scarring words and pounding fists
to bare their hearts of feigned malice

Sweet attempt #1

you're a melody on the eyes
a sweet song with hints
of melancholy
its beautiful
flowing through my veins
intoxicating
eyes burning through my heart
love
set me aflame
burn me up
in your embrace

never let go.

Chips ll

selfish
inadequate
broken
these words mean
nothing
to you
how can someone so pure
want something so damaged?
how can I compare
to four years?
           do you miss her?
I dont care.


you're mine now