cavella's profile

So coldly did I bear it Cowardly at best I struck at stares so violently The lips that curled in jest And anxiously I hastened My fast unyielding breaths As panic trounced the villain Beating in my chest So glaringly defiant My tear ducts welled in spite Of my great undertaking To hold the tears from flight The salty manifestation Of my nervous tendencies Overcame my hands in fists That begged for a reprieve So cold the stare of strangers But worse the scoff of friends Adolescent dangers To t...

me?... i like fast songs with loud hooks and sudden endings. she... she likes calm songs with beautiful lyrics... we think of our lives from peach skies in hindsight it's all breathtaking. dotted lines cross us but we know this road is ending. we realize. well i do. that our time is passing quickly i'm thinking clearly while she's trapped in believing. it's almost september in my mind and for reasons i can't explain i'm tempted to end my life not physical suicide but mental detachment so noth...

A death from above, the bridge's wires break. Not to fall to the depths of some dark sea, But to be taken up to some holier place we have made, Unless we are inclined not to believe. Disclosed to the masses we are designed to seek and be comforted by the Power at hand. But, what is Power, if not strength enough to stand Independent, all-knowing of a separate universe, One concealed in the living soul, One derived by a multitude of failed attempts and trivialized roles? Three truths: reason, ...

i stood in front of myself watching my chest expand and contract wishing that breath would somehow turn into acceptance turning away from myself i saw what you had left me as this skin that wraps my body only serves to remind me of my weakness my hesitance to not give in i sat wasted in silence vanishing into my body where i searched for signs of life i was empty inside empty like you, like the rest of them i took a picture of myself capturing my moment of sickness i dropped to my knees the ...

You take my hand and we point to the sky, Your hand over mine, With simpler words I explain. That burning of a light, Thats spent its past few years, Looking for a room to brighten, To cast shadows above window sills, Makes sense now. We have taken over this forgotten patch of earth. Its ours for the night. As we sit and point towards heaven, And burn our flames, Imitating fireflies. Like burning veins with oxygen, We speak through our eyes. The beacons of truth beckoning to be lied to, A si...