cupcakegonebad

Once, there was silver and gold words, dripping from my fingers into their places, held by hope and the ignorance of youth. now, before I finish a sentence, the words crumble; on the paper they stop singing. I'm supposed to get better with time, my experiences letting me reach higher. but all that has happened is a dulling-when everything seems so much bigger and confusing, its hard to cut the world up into letters, and string it together again. I have a bigger voice, but nothing to shout. So many beginnings, but no end. I feel as though I have set myself on fire and never realized. and the water to put out the flames evaporated years ag

Give into the night And it will never give you back You will never be released, always be held back. When you think you are safe, think you are fine, That is when your demons will come, They have bided their time. that, is when you will fall It is only others that can make an opening in your wall So, let the army come, Let your shield fall down, You, darling, were once the queen, But you no longer wear the crown Surrounds yourself with all your friends, And you will die, Live alone, eschew others, and you will end up as I. They only make you need them Need their comfort, their brought life Have them near, and you will think they are a relea

Ghostly heart beating in a clock, Only a matter of time Before you wake up And I tick to a stop Wind me up Don't break the gears I'm a ghost Of a soul A clockwork heart Love me But be careful Don't break the gears apart

We have one million fears. Each one worse then the next. buried deep down We pretend they don't exist but then they are shaken, up into the sun we remember and we run. Lets fight let us wage war for if we don't who will? the generals here, and the soldiers are all waiting on the hill Now all we need, to complete our war, is innocent blood to spill.

Silver moonlight creeps, across the crumbling streets, But the shadows follow close behind. Here, where they used to sleep the absence of life weighs heavily on the mind. And, with each hour, a silent battle rages, as the sliver and black creep back and forth, each wanting to own the night. But their battle is soon to end, for the sun is beginning to rise with its brilliant might. The shadows, so dark before, are now mere spots in the light. And the moon, unknowing of the sun, believes it has won, and says goodnight.

I remember, When time was infinite, when summer was long When sitting still, and feeling the sun over my skin was common. When sleep was merely a precursor to the next day. But things changed, and i did too. I remember, When the sun through leaves was the most beautiful thing, and when time was no barrier to me. I know when i would spin in place, just to see the colors swirl into new shapes. When I would walk outside just to smell the earthy scent of spring. Once, i was on my scooter, and I was going to fast down the hill. The wheel hit a bump, and I flew into the air, landing on my elbow. I remember how I would poke the pus even though I wa

Sometimes, I know who I am. I know i am strong, and beautiful, and that I can change the world, and that I will. I know that I must help those who cant jump over the bridges, who cant make it out of the gloom. Not by fighting, by by building. A ladder for them. Sometimes, I want to die. The confusion that comes with life, and feelings is too much. I realize that I can't change the world, that I can't do much. That I waste my life on games, that I could help more If i worked, that I should have taken the will to do things sooner. I know that I am broken. When He left, it hurt so bad, three months of crying and worry, and then He says bye. I kn

I am the fire, that burns in the night, lighting the shadows, when all else is night. I am the rose, with the thorns that scare, who embellishes the fragrance into the air. I am the thunderstorm, heavy and low, trees bend and branches blow. I am the silence that reins softly, a breath breaks my rule, and I depart quietly. I am a moment, never to be caught, sometimes i last my proper time, others I do not. I am the actor, who plays all these things. I can be what I wish, in my manner I grow wings. But alas! I have spent too much time pretending I am what I'm not. Am I really a fire, that burns so hot? Am I a child, A fool, A queen? Which of my

What happened to the blackbirds, who were baked into a pie? Perhaps the king let them go, perhaps they did all die, perhaps they were captured again, and never let back to the sky, Oh, what happened to the blackbirds, That were put into the pie? What became of Alice, who did she become? In her future, was she smart, witty, dumb? Maybe she wasted away, wishing to come back, to the land beneath her consciousness, to know the wonder reality lacks. What happened to the king, Did he ever again fall? was his life a torment, or, did they live happily after after all? We know but a part of their stories, the entirety we lack, so remember their ta