HeartsNeverBreak

in there half sleeping God unkempt blankets folded around his toned legs while he drifts off to an uneasy sleep. out here tears falling and heart failing i listen for an opening door but i know him too well to hope for it.

You said you loved me As your bony fingers struggled down. Avoiding kicks, unwanted licks As you removed my gown. You said you loved me As your knuckles hit my face. Laughing lips, torturing grips, Forgotten with your embrace. You said you loved me As I struggled with your hand, Slithering and snickering At how my strength will not withstand. You said you loved me As you told me I was yours to rape. Your procrastination, hesitation, Opened time to run to my escape. You said you loved me As you begged to have me back. But now I'm stronger, I am no longer A girl you can attack.

I rise alone To a deafening beep When the sun is still yawning. I sit alone Through a grueling lecture And barely hear a single test tip. I eat alone: A microwaved meal, As bland as my life. I study alone Frustrated at how Words can make so little sense. I go out alone Desperately seeking company, Returning hesitantly over train tracks. I fall asleep alone Squeezing my stuffed dragon Wishing I could hold you instead.

The flesh on the sole of her naked foot tore when she stepped over the plastic part of some human necessity left as a fatal present for an unlucky bird's digestive track. However, her moon eyes did not blink and she didn't pause to inspect the injury. It was if that moment had never happened. And had it? She didn't seem to notice, and on the roof of a long abandoned building, neither did anyone else. The coroner might—and that, perhaps, is evidence that such an event transpired—but even he, when he went to the bar that night, would replace the thought of that insignificant mark with thoughts of those pretty naked girls on the pole.

I fantasize about tearing the flesh From her fingers until her hands are nothing but raw skeleton. I want to gouge out her eyes So that you can't tell her How pretty they sparkle. I crave a knife up her cunt Again and again until There's nothing left for you. I don't know who she'll be But your next girl will be lucky, Luckier than me.

I want to write thousands Of letters and characters praising Your chocolate eyes and the way You caress my face when we kiss. I wish I could take these words Off the page, but I can only tell you With my lips pressed against your own. I think you know the power anxiety Holds over the words I cannot speak. But my kisses alone will not tell That I don't want to leave you; Now--or ever.

Aren't we so celestial? Sitting hand in unfitting hand, Against the tirade of calumny From that omnipotent God, The Internet. The colloquy so unrefined, They've never experienced Your lurid gaze into my soul; The way we synthesize. They say our pigment is our mind, But I pronounce that we're equivalent. The decomposing matter of their mentality, Will not stop me from caressing your lips.

Let's run away from this town Where dreams fade into families, We're going to watch the sky fall down. The music will be our guide Because everybody needs one night To remember for the rest of their life. We're looking at the starlight, Because their clouds are our movies. Climb up a little higher To where nobody can hear us. The authorities lost us down below, We've found a place that no one knows. We can just be young, And stay up all night with the moon. We can pretend we have forever, And forget the comfort of our rooms. Nature will be our playground, And the sky can be our roof. We'll just never come down And watch our

The past of my forgotten ancestors calls me To return to a forsaken homeland In the middle of the deep blue. The people have all changed; The beliefs have been destroyed, But the mountains still remain. Over the sea to the land Where the tree of the world grows. If I have money, can't I pretend That centuries have not passed And that I am home again? The boats have grown larger, And the horses have become Nothing more than horse power. Is really all that remains Trapped between the walls Of an educational nightmare For yawning school children? My heart aches for something That no longer exists. A past That has been forgott

My God is not all-powerful, But He has power Greater than any in His panthion. yet, He labored for it. His flaws more numorous than good deeds, But He has accomplished great. My God is not all-loving, But He is alittle vengeful of those who did Him wrong. His greatest ability yet is His knowledge over That magick, laughter. My God is not immortal, Nor has he always been. He will perish with the Earth But the legacy of the Gods Will not end with Him. He is part of something bigger. My God is not popular, But he believes in himself. Alone and of His blood He will accomplish the task that so many Before him have failed. M