The nerves pulsate, ripping through my brain like a child opening their first present on christmas morning. Like a tidal wave of shooting stars that only carry black dust in their cores; Stars that have been shooting for so long, they forgot what they were aiming for. And don’t tell me that it doesn’t hurt, Because just as much as a cut deep enough leaves a scar, If you carry that weight around for too long, Optimism will get tired And it will leave a mark on your heart that’s dark enough for the naked eye to be blinded by it’s innate possibilities to hurt you. Don’t breathe because you feel you must, Breathe like everyone around you is telling you to stop, But it’s your last day on earth so breathe in the dust, Breathe in the souls that try to tear you apart Because to them, it’s just lust. Take every single finger that’s pointed to the ground because they’re trying to put you down And twist them around. Like the world’s a treasure hunt And you’re the first one the sky found. Because you’re not alone. And in every minute that breaks you, there’s 60 seconds to make you, So be brave. Take each raindrop like a waterfall, And bring the clouds down to your knees, So that when you reach the summit Of your dreams You can look down on everyone Who’s drenched at your feet. Because you believed in what could be. You touched the sun with your mind, And you made it bleed.
There are times,
When the thoughts of tomorrow cancel out the thoughts of yesterday.
Usually, these times coincide
With when I look into your eyes,
And I feel the moonlight
That searches your face
For every time your smile
Into the heart that you made.
A Heart that skips 10 million beats
Because it becomes a want more than a need.
And when every freckle on your face
Makes up a dot to dot that
Defines your place,
Sometimes you need to draw with black chalk on a white board.
You need to get your hands dirty
So that in order to make things clean
You have to repaint the sky
With days that only might have been.
So if you’re learning to fall,
I’ll catch you,
And throw you back to the stars,
Because if you long to fly
between the diamond skies,
you’ll have longer to try.
And with every moment you steal,
Electric sparks grow in your fingertips
That have turned into lightning
Before you’ve even had the chance to breathe.
And if being close means I have to draw you the night,
So you can keep it held tight
I’ll grab a pen and draw it in permanent ink;
Despite the fact that people tell you they love you, You’re backed up behind a vale. You’re clenching the stars so tight in your hands, That even their light threatens to extinguish. And you’ve finally suffocated Under the weight of the doubt that has constantly tried to drown you.
Because everyone’s eyes are windows, And their minds are made up of wrecking balls that consist of judgement, That swing into your walls In a vain but whole hearted attempt to break them down. And piece by piece, Chunk by chunk, They forge deeper cracks Into what feels like forever.
But you can’t deny the pain When it smacks you across the face, Leaving a hand shaped mark That contains every single finger of blame You’ve ever had pointed your way. Because with every word that created a scratch, Every snicker that wound up in a bruise, Every night that turned into day Before the monsters clocked off to get paid, You found yourself falling deeper into forever.
Alive. But not really living. So You reach to take the hand that extends itself through the crowd, like it’s a rendition Of your favourite song that breaks out of your headphones and into your heart because it’s coming to give you a hug. To let you know that everything’s okay. To hold you through the nights When just a simple touch would spark your nerve endings enough to stop you from shooting yourself in the head with a bullet that was made of gold dust.
Every wall you put up, Is several feet thicker when you try to break it down. So be prepared. Be vigilant.
Be wary. Be strong. Be confident. Be considerate. Be the light that the sun cowers away from because it’s scared of the power you posses. Play havoc with the monsters that live under your bed, Because you’re the one who’s in charge.
I have a way of working things out And it starts with a tree. You dig down with the roots Like you’re going the wrong way, While the creases in your hands can taste the dirt, And your sturdy ground Begins to fray. But when you get far enough, You reach the heart of where you’re heading, Where your problems are no longer seen. You can’t feel them forming into your solutions foundations, But believe me, that’s why they’re there. To hold you upright when the wind decides to take your most important breath, To pull you back down to earth when the gravity falls from beneath your feet And the only sense you can see is amongst the stars; So you stay put.
And then you grow upwards with the trunk. You pack everything you have Into a space that is already dense, A waiting room that is already full, Because none of the doctors are in today. And you rely on the solidity of your own self, To not collapse in on itself, To hold your world as it ages with wonder, To hold the secrets of every part of you. As the sap is the tears that carry you through, You feel. You let it wrap round you like the blanket you had as a child. And the leaves begin to whisper.
They rustle your hair And the sun shines through them Like it’s peering into every thought you’ve ever had, And every branch becomes your mind, Covered in a million new thoughts, Each of which you take the time to memorise, But barely recognise. And as the sun rises above your head, You see yourself from the ground below. And the you that’s underground, Emits the sound Of a life you didn’t know you had.
And so what, if you wanna open up like a flower when it tastes the first drops of spring, And feel the first breath your heart took As you fell to your knees, Because all this bark is a part of you, Every leaf falls off its branch, But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it,
I like to believe in daydreams. When the pieces of the sky Fall into your lap, And with outstretched arms you cradle them. Embrace them. Hold them.
You take each fleck, Each spark of your mind, And draw the stars so bright You blind yourself with wonder. And it takes a second to steady yourself, Because the hole in your heart Takes a battering, From everything your world couldn’t be.
So don’t be afraid to dream. Because when your lungs get punctured, And the sky begins bleeds, You’re going to need an escape.
And it doesn’t hurt To want a world, Where the ground you lay on Is made of all the colours of beauty. Where the rocks you rest on Are no longer stone. Where the words written in crux of your soul, Display themselves as a fire, Ready to be burned. Where the birds fly so low, You can feel the wind in their wings.
Descending from chaos Is the obscurity Which no one knows how to view. Because you’re lifted high enough to fall Into the broken bones, Of that which once would catch you.
And you remember what it’s like To be free. But you don’t feel. Because feeling hurts. It takes too much of a part of you, And drags across your skin The marks of those who didn’t believe. Because remembering is like escaping a burning building To be faced by flames outside. Because being distorted became the world you knew, And the right way was wrong, And everything you wanted to see Blinded you.
You were deafened by the sound Of your own defeat. And your legs were too frail to keep you Above the ground That wanted to swallow you whole.
But you remembered anyway. Because feeling your broken reflection behind you was enough to push you forward. Enough to bring you a world, That held you in the palm of its hand, Like a flower picked from the earth, On the day the sun burned.
You held it in your hands, The future. The past. The cracks of everything That planted themselves in the gap Between our paths. Where the footprints became immortal In the fate that came from our hearts.
But now you’ve left me in the dark, Because you created the light, And the tears in my soul have nothing left but to stitch themselves up, With the pain that stains my cheeks.
So frame the distance And personify the silence That has nothing left to give. Just let the rain drown your eyes, Because too many clouds flood your mind.
And if one day You see the stars disappearing Know only that my heart was amongst them.