Our life stories are our grandest publications.
The last drip of my mortality bled onto the concrete I said goodbye to the life that bound my feet Lost between monstrous lies so discreet
By The Girl in Grey4 years ago in Poets
I left my heart in Central Cemetery Packed it tight & lie atop black roses It would take a hero and a half to get to me I hope he arrives before the century closes
She made stay in a field of blue ice Tears froze over into a black sea He left her for a breeze a touch more nice She was never his first choice to be
By The Girl in Grey5 years ago in Poets
She's a broken heart in a bottle In the mouth of an angel's corpse Between thrusts and pick-up throttles Every night on the dragon & horse
If she had her own opinions, God forbid they be louder than yours If she became her own dashing knight riding on the White Horse
the ground of black marble and stardust crumble at dawn blue planets spinning in the sky slow as a burning ball rises again
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets
Sauntering spirits of the part could follow you into a grey alleyway The Piper himself could hold a blade to the jugular in a midnight city
More water for my mind, please Drape me in pearls and throw me to sea Scales become the new kicks on my feet Sanctuary where they’re all like me
Minutes tally our moments in flashes of cracks and white paint No face on the clock that functions off of red waves and hellos
It’s been 368 seconds since the last foot has stepped out of the tent Now that the onlookers have all pounded the pavement to their warm spaces
Sweet, fainted whispers from the ghosts in my room Lurking to keep my bloodlined heart in their toll Made of many human emotions, from gleaming joys to doom
Be scared of the dark, that's what they all say But, you see, us two go way back The blanket that hides free faces, but always stays
