old meme, but...

Everyone has things they blog about.
And, everyone has things they don't blog about.

Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, favourite type of underwear, etc. Repost this challenge in your own blog if you want to!

::: Faith in Feathers :::

sister, I am bleeding
bleeding through the floor
and I don't believe
your kingship can save me

though I'd sit before your throne
my eyes turn to the window
hoping for a little bird
to land upon the sill

is it wrong of me to wait?
I know she will come in time
but will it be time enough
to save my failing life?

my heart is heavy like your crown
dare I put my faith in feathers?
I believe in nothing else
but birds have lied before

::: Broken Glass :::

and as the siren sings
all I can think of
is the time you touched my belly
and I bled
I bled and bled for days
but it's okay
you're supposed to bleed
in times like these

and I was dreaming
and when I awoke
I expected there to be broken glass
waiting for my feet
this is the type of smile I want to wear
even when I'm a corpse
self-destruction as a symphony
just another show of joy

and I know the stars aren't fire
they're the little bits of glass
they hang above my head
and twinkle in the wind
I wait for them to fall
and cut my eyes
I wait to bleed
like I know I'm supposed to

and it's like
I'm writing love letters to myself
love letters from myself
because no one else will care
a broken heart is just another piece of glass
quietly waiting to cut
yet ever so happily
do I march into pain

::: Tea Garden :::

you say I'm your Ophelia
does it mean you want me dead?
I'd rather you say "Alice" and leave me lost
how dare you think I'd want to pick your flowers
I'm hungry
I'd rather drink your tea
this garden doesn't really seem to like you
maybe it was something that you said
or the bodies you've buried
but I won't ask
does it make me vain to think you vain for wanting me?
maybe I'm mad beneath these skirts
I'm sure as hell not confident
I just lie really well
(not only in a grave)

::: Lie, Lie, Lie :::

I am a lie
me
not the stories you told
not the things you did
I am the lie
you made me this way
with a few short words
all my life
my hopes, my dreams
it all became false
I was your lie
and you released me into the world

::: How to Smile :::

there's nothing I haven't said
that wasn't already mourned
we're all skeletons, deep down
but at least we're always smiling
once the blood is gone

perhaps your removal of my heart
is a blessed favour in disguise
you've just helped me down the road
to finding true happiness
which comes as a corpse in the ground

but you wouldn't bury me
another will have to play that part
I just know you'd shy away
you can't handle the responsibility
of bloodless bones beneath your hands

::: Moth :::

like the heat of a star
your beauty radiates
from the core of your heart
it keeps me whole
on my coldest nights
I dream of you
with my hand between my legs
is this okay?
do you mind?
I need your heat
to bake my sordid thoughts
into an almost sensible mess
and you're waiting for the difference
in all your exothermic heart
you'd never admit to burning me
it's not your fault
when I can't resist your flame

::: Blue :::

bluer than the stars
brighter than the sky
I worry
perhaps it's needless but
how can I help but to care?
it's said that "all is fair in love and war"
well, this is a bit of both
but you are the better soldier
I was built to suffer
to die
and I will, to make you happy
I'm absurd like that
I'll tear out my heart to keep you safe
from every enemy
including me
not so much fragile as terrifying
I forced my blood upon you
my poisonous weapon
it's all I have
nothing compared to the blue of your eyes
these have slain me

::: Afraid :::

what are you so fucking afraid of?
do you think I'll slit my wrists if you're not around
if you ask for time away?
you won't be the first to turn from me
the first to say no
I know I'm not lovable
I know I'm fucking miserable
and I'll rip your heart to bits
you can't handle me?
you wouldn't be the first
do you think these scars come naturally?
they don't
it's cowards like you
cowards that make me
I really need to scream
how dare you say you love me
you
who turns her face when things turn sour
when life gets a little ugly
run and hide
you stupid little liar
fucking liar! I know this game
I've played it before
you fear the things that I am
the things I can become
you don't fucking live with them
you get little more than the shadows
of demons that threaten to tear me to shreds
yet I am not allowed to be afraid
no one will protect me
you have turned me down

::: Poem for a Blue-Eyed Girl :::

sometimes I don't understand
how you treat me
is it love or frustration?
I don't
I wish I could tell the difference
my thoughts are in
incomplete
uncertain what you want
when all I want is you

it's not
there is no equality
the way you hold my heart so tight
but don't show me yours
do I bleed between your fingers?
you don't
don't get your hands dirty
they're too lovely
even if you don't think so

::: Deafening Decay :::

remember all those times
you let me down?
they're haunting me
like that song you just can't stand
racing through my head
this heavy melody
a cacophony of things
that just won't leave

they push my dreams from their way
displacing my wishes with dread
and I can't see you
why can't I see you?
what did I do wrong?
but the questions tangle
caught in the fullness of my brain
never to cross your path

what's the point of feeling
when all I have is the pressure of my skull
and you're not there?
the contents of my brain are spilt milk
and peach arsenic
their harmonies make me ache
as I pine
and waste away

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Fucking mania. I was trying to sleep. Now I'm writing like a floodgate. There seems to be a lot of pain in here...