Riss

shadows seem to contradict the light that once caused a glow upon her cheeks
she speaks of confidence
but somehow she feels so weak
fallen through the cracks of blackened asphalt only to meet the reality of hell
where she cannot understand the fire burning..
she has been used to the light
but suddenly this intense warmth that makes her heart cold
has become all too familar
the smile that once graced her lips
now scream failure
and theres just a shadow
a memory, a thought.. following in her footsteps
as she begins to try to teach herself not to let the footprints of loneliness scratch her back
and just when she seems to be moving forward
she seems to backtrack
and she’s carrying the burden of misunderstood,
heavy in her backpack
they seem to lack loyalty
these days the sunrays dont fight through the clouds
reflecting the lost fight in her
only night brings out that she is alone
during the hours of the moon
where tears become intimate with her pillowcase
drenched in the same pain her throat has been drowning in
but faith pleads for her to believe
despite all the pain that comes along with what seems to be decieve
she hopes that some words could just work to relieve
and only hopes to recieve them with the hands of delicacy
that hold her fragile box of heart
otherwise only confusion shall continue to cloud her
but prayer begs to differ
because in the end.. we know.. happiness is all that is right
and regardless of this unwanted misunderstanding of darkness..
destiny knows she’ll find the light

Thursday, May 24, 2012. for sammie.

They are sugarcoated angels
coming from different angles with common goals
they’ve connected a pole between this black asphalt
and the clouds where they let their lies rest
and manifest themselves through my pain,
like its a process
but they.. call it tough love.. i guess they know whats best
young love
settled a beautiful flower in the dirtiest garden
and grew sugarcoated angel with a voice that brings both the light and the devil out of her
she is a leader
began to lead me past comfort zones
and outside the boundaries of loyalties lines
but.. i blame him for the disguise he forfeited across telephone lines
i know his mask too well.. and maybe things would be different
if i could have looked into his eyes
now im scattered
on the other side of the fence they kiss & make up,
then watch me shatter
i dont believe in you.. or you..
because at the end of the day i dont matter
dont feed me the lies you attempt to claim as truths
in your lyrics
cause im done believing that any of the bullshit even exists
please check my wrists for the only reality
those eyes will ever reflect clearly for me

she was a pillow
sillhouette of glow and glory, so much God in her spirit
a white cloud with a silver lining
i should have known you were too good to be true
..like anything more than his inspiration
i should have known that his distance
simply resulted from insecurities and lack of persistance
his confidence seems to get the best of him these days
and as much as i wanted to write about his smile,
he changed everything in a matter of minutes
say he’s unsure about “in love” , just admit it
cant he see her.. melodies to match his broken unspoken truths
which he sees no wrong in doing
screwing over the potential he promised a poet
as if language has no meaning
as he’s.. just learning what words do
those city lights must be too bright these nights
cause that shine is brand new
simply.. an attempt to blind me, walk up behind me,
and keep memories tucked inside my backpocket
walking with these walking contradictions has turned me to a walking sin
ask him.. she probably never even believed in anything besides men
whose lips know of black rails and concrete steps
know the taste of performance
see his passion answered all questions to the test
my fingertips will not rest until truth no longer dangles beneath their white robes
with God on their sleeves
its so beautiful.. to see that they have someone who makes them believe
in something
they just fail to see the way they pull people in
just to leave them with nothing
i never had alternative motives
i was just breathing life
and fingerpainting to find a way to fill my palms
too bad they cant hold water
too holy, like royalty
to consider fallen sunshine, currently brighter than ever,
for clarity
i see it all, listen closely, take deep breaths of their powdered reality
uneven from many angles..
and i see the crystals every time they shine,
knowing where the truth really lies..

They are sugarcoated angels

Sunday, May 20, 2012.