v. little extraterrestrial by xfuture-boundx, literature
Literature
v. little extraterrestrial
you are my starboy;
stand in the spotlight just a little longer as long as
you'll come back to me.
meet me under the stars, look
fate in the eyes and tell off
anyone who ever lied to you about
how i would wreck you into dust.
all eyes glint with your arrival and still
you float across the room and take your place by me,
they all see a hurricane but
i know you're a gentle rain.
soft and soothing and
thought to be beautiful but
such a tragedy.
i hope one day
the stars don't outcast you to earth as they did
when you were born.
you have always belonged somewhere
so much better than what we have
to offer.
viii. i don't believe in coincidences by xfuture-boundx, literature
Literature
viii. i don't believe in coincidences
you're my
lucky-leaf clover. they call me
superstitious but i've been granted
more than enough fortune
to know better.
(i thank the universe for you
every morning i wake up to
warm sunshine on my face and
don't dread the thought of being alive).
riddle me this:
i wish on
shooting stars and
when everything i ever wanted
ends up in the palms of my hands,
you're always there.
I draw a breath, and hold it in,
Trying to suffocate the beast within.
I crave my death, the golden sin,
Trying to stay together in my torn skin.
I'm lost deep inside my own mind,
Looking for something left to find.
I'm lost in reasons left to fight,
Yet I'm looking for ways to die tonight.
I draw a breath, into my lungs,
I feel like my song's been sung.
I feel like death's my only fate,
I still draw breath but it feels too late.
I lose whatever's left of my mind
Looking for whatever's left behind,
Looking for why I stopped believing,
Those lost reasons to keep on breathing.
I breathe in and then I breathe out,
I don't know what this shit
I fell in love with you since the day I met you,
when I saw you on the other side of the street.
Others may not have felt the same way too,
but I knew that you'd make me feel complete.
I remember going up to the door,
thinking that we'd go somewhere cool.
But you weren't there anymore,
I thought something bad happened to you.
Then I saw her holding you.
She had made a big mistake.
I couldn't pay the price that it took,
but maybe it was my fault for being late.
Maybe we were never meant to be,
Maybe it wasn't supposed to be you.
But I'll wait for the one that'll make me happy here.
Waiting...
...for cheaper food.
I thrashed, God, and bit
at the body you gave me.
I gnashed at viscera and fruit,
you watched me ripen
and fall away like a blister.
Now your heart flits
and hums,
swallowed moth,
against my own,
against spirit
and breast
so I ask -
Would a lantern do
for you, Lord
where my tongue falters
in drawing you
to me?
Maker, call me North Star
or Elijah at altar,
make me more miracle
than salt
When we were young and whole
and the air was sweet,
it rushed lightly in our lungs
and we ran.
We ran toward dreams
dashed only in time;
eager arms outstreched
to grasp a prize we would never claim
and we believed.
When we were young and bold
and the air rushed; free and incomplete
it was filled to the brim with an overwhelming sense
that every hole would fill in time.
We pulled hard against our bindings
moving; brave and alive
breathing with renewed fervor
at the spark of a new day
and we gasped to take it in.
When we were young and starving
and the air ran cool
it held a prickling chill
that exhilarated our very souls.
Feeling strong b
They have the power to build up or to tear down; the power to save or destroy.
They can ease a sore heart, or cause more decay, stop up the flow of tears.
Words can erase all our burdens, or increase the load tenfold,
so be careful the words you choose.
But mightier still is the one who can wield
the words in crafty new ways.
They can overcome the stresses of each daily life, create something new.
They can tear down the walls others build in defense
or raise the walls higher still.
Take care, for the words you choose every day
can cause others to stumble and fall,
or lift them on high, relish each thing in their life,
the best of gifts to
I can't help but know you're toxic,
Leaving me broken, twisted and sick.
I can't help the way that I'm addicted,
But I love the way that I'm afflicted.
I choke and I cough on your perfume,
Drowning in the feeling of doom.
I choke and cough the lies I hiss,
Left hanging for your addictive kiss.
I can't stop my heart feeling so sore
When you leave me wanting more.
I can't stop myself from fading away
Like the sound of all the lies you say.
You take my breath out of my chest,
But I still think your torture is the best.
You take me to places that I don't miss,
To leave me hanging for your poison kiss.
I can't stop taking your poison,
Breathin
today i walked alone on purpose because
sometimes i just can't stand how loud they speak and
i get overwhelmed a lot quicker
than you think, and
i felt like my heart was going to beat a hole in my chest and
jump out and
i just
had to go.
my feet found a small pathway, bare and framed by
the ghosts of footprints and
i stopped under a canopy.
i spoke to the forest but it didn't
speak to me.
i whispered that
i don't think i'm who i'm meant to be, that
i'm scared of who i'm meant to be and
that i'll never be able to live up to the expectations they've
force-fed me,
the ones i led them to believe i could
fulfill.
i said that
this didn't feel
ii. i'll start mourning you now by xfuture-boundx, literature
Literature
ii. i'll start mourning you now
i'm calling it right now:
you're gonna hate this.
it's going to suck the life out of you and
make you forget a time you ever felt
pensive at the thought of
living with no burdens. the
responsibility will drain your vibrancy and
you're going to see colors half-desaturated until
they've faded away completely.
you're going to lose every last piece of you until
i can't recognize you anymore and
you can't recognize you anymore
and i'm thinking you've predicted this will happen but
you're fond of it.
i'm not.
i'm not ready to lose you,
and that's exactly what i'm going to do:
you'll be integrated with another crowd,
the bigshots, the ones
you sho