Strip Me of my Feathers by Misery-pain-love, literature
Literature
Strip Me of my Feathers
You're Clicking you're Foot on the floor again-
And I am Saying Sorry through Tongue Lashes and broken glass
I am Afraid I cannot Uphold The morals You keep me Nailed to
They Are Corrupted and dying like old souls to me
I am An Ocean
I dare you to break me down to Rivers
Her Skin is a Masterpiece,
Her Artist Is Painting Purple On her Ribcage
And Ripping Heart-strings From her reach-
She will Be broken Down and rebuilt Like an Old Playground
and He Will be the One to Revel In his Victory
I will Write My story by Misery-pain-love, literature
Literature
I will Write My story
i want To stop at the top of a ferris wheel so I can Catch shooting stars and bottle them up in my heart, wishes are for sad souls Who Will never have just-quiet-enough. Maybe I can be the Exception to Statistics, The fool who challenges God and Burns Empty sin Down her throat for the thrill.
I'm the one with quiet thoughts and look-at-me Eyes, I'll be the One who steals you're Heart and Forgets to give it back, I'll tell you not-so-secret secrets and Drag you by the wrist to Go looking for the Last unicorn In an Ancient forest, or go ghost hunting in abandoned buildings. I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Today lovers are breaking The Music
I am all beats and no lyrics
Bluebirds Bring no hope with There sad songs
We've spent Lifetimes with Open Hands and believing eyes
We had faith in Our hearts when we let them fly-
They Wouldn't break On cold concrete
We are filled with Star-High Dreams and Reaching Fingertips
Bound to Always be strung down to Dead trees and Dirt roads
Oh' How Beautiful These Steel bars are
I am too tired to get off my knee's Right now
But if I could- I would run Until My lungs Callasped and My Bones broke
My dreamcatcher eyes Will only Keep hoping
What will I become In The sun by Misery-pain-love, literature
Literature
What will I become In The sun
This Place is all Disorganized Cabinets and no hope
Filled with dust and long-deserted Spiderwebs
I feel Suffocation Creeping In like Drowning Flies
These Grey walls are made for Sad souls-
I don't belong here.
The tick tock of the clock is painful
and I've fallen In love with Insomnia
In fear of monsters hidden between sheets
Because I want to read what Hasnt been written
and I want To live out what cannot be put in words
So Tonight it's Fingernails against paint
and Eyes Stuck to the stars
while i'm desperately looking for deeper meanings
and Only hoping that Between every lie are good intentions
So Dear Isomnia we are commited and Filed to be married
Because This Lack of Control and this lack of Knowledge
Is leaving me Begging for Cover
but please just know
I Would throw away my doubt for you-
But I'm afraid you'd find I have faith
The first time I met you, we walked down the railroad
tracks hand in hand, and I let you break all my fingers,
one by one. "There's beauty in pain," you said, and you
were in my bloodstream, a drug dancing through my brain.
God, for you I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be
magnificent. In the dark of my room, you cut me open and
tore me apart, planting poison in my chest like a bird cage,
until there was a fluttering new fear that would fill me up.
I asked you once if you were the devil, but you laughed and
showed me the holes in your hands and the hollow in your eyes.
"I want to be saved," I begged, and you etched the Lord's
p
i.
there is nothing poetic about you.
there are no pauses between your words,
there are no stars lighting up your eyes,
there are no smiles that mean anything to you,
not when you're holding on
instead of letting go.
and yet, if you're so broken,
so worthless,
so ready to drown,
so ready for the way out,
excuse me.
any way out,
how is it that i can hold your face in my hands,
look into your tired eyes and read your soul in
three and a half million words,
and think,
she's beautiful?
ii.
you think you're tough?
you think you're strong?
you think you're cold and empty and lonely and done?
and you think you're fooling me wit
One week.
That's all it took.
Every time I think about you,
My heart skips a beat.
Every time I think about kissing you,
The butterflies are endless.
I've told a few people,
I've gotten a few looks.
You're so gorgeous,
I'm just another girl.
I don't want to be just another comment on your beauty,
I want mine to matter.
But how would you react if you knew?
If you knew I was gay for you.
I will Write My story by Misery-pain-love, literature
Literature
I will Write My story
i want To stop at the top of a ferris wheel so I can Catch shooting stars and bottle them up in my heart, wishes are for sad souls Who Will never have just-quiet-enough. Maybe I can be the Exception to Statistics, The fool who challenges God and Burns Empty sin Down her throat for the thrill.
I'm the one with quiet thoughts and look-at-me Eyes, I'll be the One who steals you're Heart and Forgets to give it back, I'll tell you not-so-secret secrets and Drag you by the wrist to Go looking for the Last unicorn In an Ancient forest, or go ghost hunting in abandoned buildings. I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
(and, although i don't know you personally, i hope you decide to continue writing, whatever reasons you may have against it. if you need anything, anytime, feel free to note me.. i love to talk (: )