Kristin

6:51pm: "How quickly passes away the glory of this world."
I hold a dark secret
It swims in the fountain of jealousy
So I call it my sky flower
As it blossoms guilt above me
I already feel the warm breath of betrayal
Temptation is breathing down my neck
With deep, deep selfishness
I am addicted to his presence
My heart bleeds with curiosity
Oh how I hold forbidden lust
Oh how it showers down on me
So I pick it from the sky
To place it in my hair
I carry it everywhere
Although it leaves me caged
Feeling troubled or misbehaved
My eyes hold his reflection
intertwined with this perfection
My heart is dropping, swimming in my stomach
but knowing what I hold for him
Is written all upon my body
Shed this sin from my skin! peel it like paper!
But shame falls with my eyelids, lingering
I never even noticed the scent of heaven,
Ageing into the stench of hell
My finger rests upon my lips
I hold a deep secret
Buried with the dirt
hushed beneath the grass
It begins to grow like roots of a tree
Spreading beneath my feet
But nature caught the heat
As every eye sees the spread of wildfire
In my hair lies a flower
Withering

10:17pm: "I know you will die for me-but will you live for me?"
The touch of your hand tingles on my skin
Your lips swallow mine as they slowly try to take my breath away
You seem so perfect in every way
But I feel nothing for you

10:18pm: Who still feels the beating of a heart once still?
Who still hears it pleading?
For it has stopped against its will
This heart caused too much bleeding
There was no more love to fill
But is this what you were needing?
The art of your heart?

10:19pm: "We do not change when we die-We are always butterflies-We simply move to a different sky."
You tell me the way love brushes against the skin burns our flesh, weakening the soul entirely, completing the most complicated possession in the simplest way. It feels as if millions of years are broken in half; time bending into pure eternity. Poison drips from our lips to the soil of the earth leaving our bones crossed. I have tasted your every breath, sweetened by the nectar of your whispering promises. Even as our hands crumble and our hearts rust, our love remains with the blackness of space infinitely scattered throughout the heavens Once love is lost in the heart it falls deeply into the soul and with that, it is eternal.

10:21pm: I think I need what I don't really need, but what I really need I dont think I need.
A white flower blossoms in the day light
But this story unfolds in the night
Where innocence turns black in the darkest of hours
And sin cradles even the purest of flowers
Red tips dip from the smallest peddle
Reaching where sunrays once had settled
Tasting the earth; cursed
The dirt becomes poisoned; the grass diseased
Is there no hope for what is kept unseen?
Is there no hope for what lies unclean?
When nature sleeps, the earth weeps
From a forest so black it haunts our dreams
But looking back from its misunderstanding
This cold flower is drenched; clenched
To the life still standing
And as snowflakes fall before the sunrise
This white forest will blind your eyes
Morning is born all over again

10:25pm: I will write it all out before I snap
It feels good to pretend nothing is wrong
We are all okay
Then we drop dead.

10:28pm: Do you ever have those brilliant ideas in your head right before you go to sleep but the next morning you just can’t seem to remember a single thought you happened to have conjured up except for the fact that it was brilliant? It was almost as if I could have written a book with those spur of the moment thoughts but my mind seemed to be on fast forward too fast to write, type, or even remember. Then it was gone. Then there are those times where I find myself to be completely motivated to clean up my act, become a better person, become knowledgeable, or save the world. Whichever I feel a need to do something with my life but all that motivation seems to disappear the next day as I crawl out of bed with a hangover trying to remember why I was so motivated to chug six beers right after four shots of tequila.
…what really depresses me is feeling so useless right after a day of feeling so useful.