inatlasswoods

[inatlasswoods]

Slow down, little bird Tomorrow is not your last. The sun will come again tomorrow And it will not stop. There are many more leaves That will wither, bloom, and redden Many more hails and rains Your new wings will experience. Little bird, do not be afraid, Just because Mama Eagle is in the grave Let your seedlike eyes fill up with pain In one instance, let them go as rain. The others in your tiny nest Like you, have their plumes Let their reds and blues be seen Like morning stars in the wind.

[inatlasswoods]

you will never read this so i'm sorry for this loss

what if i prove you right leave you in the midnight show you the ghost you thought i was leave you to the ones of your past

leave my nail marks on all your floors see who loved the other more i won't be standing by your side cause before my deathbed you weren't by mine

king and queen of leaving me wondering even though i know you think about the same old things you say that it destroyed your life do you want to see if i'll wait for the time

you stop seeing my poltergeist forget it and grab the shovel from my side i'm digging our grave, but do you mind or is this the love story you fantasized

the right person at the wrong time the what if beside you making rhyme and rhymes the one you had hand in hand when you cry do you want me to be new reason why

what if i prove you right leave you in the midnight show you the ghost you thought i was leave you to the ones of your past

we've been awake since the midnight am i still here to stay will you wonder about me in time am i still here to stay check all your bags and belongings they're here to stay they're not the ones you'll realize are missing when you wake

do you realize does it just not matter the tears you shed that night on that plastic kiddie ladder what if i prove you oh what if i do you realize i'd love to be the girl who fucking leaves you

do you think that i am the mother teresa i'm good to my friends think you're one of them, don't cha

you say you want my future keep it up, you'll be my past you realize my ghosting count is a noun in the mass

what if i prove you right leave you in the midnight show you the ghost you thought i was leave you to the ones of your past

leave my nail marks on all your floors see who loved the other more i won't be standing by your side keep doing that by my bedside

[inatlasswoods]

will you love me like i do to you?

i tell you to stand and you grovel at my feet scared at your past mistakes you don't want to lose me yeah i know that you love me i wish my heart knew because nothing else would matter if i felt we loved us too.

i think we're just friends who play house to no end you think down the road we'll end up with our own little set-up, two desks spending nights, us alone in our own little home in your mind.

i'm afraid it's too late i'm afraid of the lies i don't know which paragraphs will lead to goodbyes can you build yourself up will he love like you when you fix up your cracks will he feel the same too?

yeah i know you do love me yeah i hope that it's true will you love me like i do to you?

[inatlasswoods]

there's two of us, but i'm alone in thinking we're more than just a passing road show an i-see, you-see on an endless bus ride home you say the words, but do you mean it don't wanna doubt i just don't really see it the us that i know you too wonder about less nights that i think of it more days, more routines interrupted less "fights" we're trying to make it more times i want to end this i know up there it's the same we're on the same page of a bittersweet ending we cling hand in hand to pain neither want to surrender the less that you have to say to me the more you say you worry the less care i feel you giving out the more you say you worry i think we're just friends who kiss you say i'm fucking crazy i wonder what you'd say if they asked what you liked about me are your google searches about me? who's the girl in your dreams and past times? so many minds i was imposed with sweet hearted souls who want everyone to die would you remember me more if i was a memory? you don't know i don't mean that much to you storm clouds for a decade-- you're now over them a lighthouse for a nickname-- does your boat still need me?

[inatlasswoods]

i eat my tears and watch my meals lunch, dinner, 2 am snacks. i'm holding on i promised and i'm trying i'm holding on i'm slipping. do you have more room for hope on your plate? because i need you to do the hoping for me too. i'm trying to remember our September our October the friendship we shared. i promised so i'll hold on i'm trying to hold on i'm trying.

[inatlasswoods]

yes this is you open my notebook then stare the cracks of my nails that's the only thing i can do this vulnerability thing's beyond my skillset and it hurts me too i can't decide if this heartbeat on the line is beating strong, or going to flatline how many more red and white, people on the outside, will i ride for you? a month, a day, a decade how long do i have before i lose you? a yes or no, i love you so how long till one of us decides to go? beyond this line, what i'll find i'm scared i'm late or early this time who messed what up? you say you're mine, hands intertwined who's words will i believe, yours or mine? you'll never love me like you loved before my words made sure you promised yours you won't crash and burn. i'd love to see you head over heels for me but i just want to know what you think and see. is the future grim or bright good for two or single, i just don't know i want to and you know i do i want to but i want to and i want to yet why am i not allowed to?

[inatlasswoods]

who are you

Who is that? The sound of banjo in the air.

A silent tune miraculously drifting through the roaring of the village pyre.

Hands in hands Red and green leaves on the trees.

Rice in carts a plenty The village on their knees Tears of people safe from the next winter.

Who is that? Crowds of smiling men and women A drink of two in hand.

Church bell in the front A golden blanket of chimes coming in. The wolves are finally gone.

A field of people Yet only one set of tracks I find myself following.

Who is it? I'm drifting looking for them.

Who are you? Mud on my socks Yet I trek on ahead.

Who might you be? Minutes, hours or days, years till I meet you.

Your melody in my head Your footsteps by my side I love you.

[inatlasswoods]

how long is the life of the trophy you boast about

do the words you write out do the envelopes you send do the crimes you accuse me of do the insults in your head-- do they wrap their arms around you at night? do they caress your hair tell you everything's alright? that the world you burn be the one who took the first bite? do they? do they? does my face comfort the reflection you own and hide from? my eyes, nose, lips stand-bys for yours. so at midnight you can pretend the insults are truly for me. does the word clone stand behind you like a band of spitting hyenas when we are nothing alike? because in this world-- the only one who throws me out the only one whose eyes dagger whose lips curl at me-- is my mind. unclutch the pearls you pretend to have my pigeons so desperately want to coo. but if you like the taste of cider by your teeth track your paws on the mud show your fangs and grumble as you look up on the vine and speculate whether my grapes be sour or fine.

[inatlasswoods]

what taste will your words leave in your mouth?

sour are the grapes by your bedside table that you left overnight you call it rotten manure because you cannot grasp your crimes you refuse to see. so much older so much wiser lyrics your walls have memorized every night, your lullaby by the clouds, you pretend lies you live by. go and gouge out my eyes from my pictures you scraped together freakish, ghoulish blankets of insults you cry because the mirror beside you you cannot look at. adorn yourself in gold metals i need not to be loved shout to the world you're better pretend i'm not good enough after all the seeds you sowed will you hear what you've been dreaming of? sour will forever be the grapes you pretend to despise like your soul like your mind sour they will remain for life.

[inatlasswoods]

i hope you never see this and remain stuck in this fantasy

how do you accept that their curses may be true i never had you i never had you you were an arm lost in the see of lonely weren't you weren't you lost in a trance, i dipped my head in a swamp of fairytales and never resurfaced you were my holy water, my baptism a second chance for my mistakes like moss i clung to your arms believing you were a knight not lost in the bogs for years searching for any voice at all. was the witch of the west really wicked at all? did i hold on to your most recent memory and told myself i was your savior? that stuck in an everglaze i was the hand that would pull on yours saving yourself from the fate shared by those who fell in and drowned in love? did you see the only dress for miles and by your creed you rejoiced a maiden in duress a mission of which you were to be her man? could you even really see under all these layers of charms strangled around my neck to ward off the evil of men? i never had you i never had you unlike what these blindfolds portray. a willing recipient i am only of the affection you were dying to pay. i never had you i never had you when will we see this pain the threads of this thin chiffon veil an illusion of the heart's pain. how shall i bring this forward my tears will only clean out the sorrow the grime on the shoulder you offer dripping away a rare gift, an unwelcomed clarity seen only because of the moonlight. i never had you i never had you it may be time to accept it accept the poison of this nighttime and turn to watch the night's sun caressing your shoulder wrapping you in a serene embrace. this note of mine be full of doubt, yes but it was not a trick it was never a lie that i loved your silhouette that it be the muse of my arias. i never had you nor the eyes i coveted behind a waterfall of fine black lines. i never had your mind i never had your voice i never had your hand. they were lost, i found them. but they never were mine. you'll never know why i had to go. sleep on your side without a care in the world and i'll forever sit with your name your face and your smile etched into my wretched mind. when you wake up you'll have me as a tale for the next arm you escort as your belle of the ball. i'll drink the water from where i am from and hope it fills my lungs when i remember you. i'll hope that the earth be kind to me punish my crimes for less their sentence and claim this lady of a folktale with arms kinder than her mind. mother earth, claim my visions of that man of the moonlight in a tower built of lies. mother earth, fill my ears drown out the sound of laughter his and mine. mother earth, hold my hands scrub his fingerprints away along with their promises. and maybe my heavy a heart before i reach my swamp may accept the curses be true that i never had you that i never had you.

[inatlasswoods]

i'm on my way to believing; 3:18

12 08 10 39 six more hours till the next sunrise that you love. do you, me? i ask for the hundred and eleventh time. a record plate that's scratched the type of loving needed by mine thrice more, four more do you have enough not to tire out? four more bottles of that ass tasting cold ones you bought. one more time of that last time wouldn't be too bad on that twenty gram table just us two this time-- a first in three months sometimes your fault sometimes mine. 2000 and 1 2000 and 2 how many stars, i wonder, are rooting for me and you? twelve? a hundred and fourty four? a thousand, seven hundred and twenty eight? how many more hours do i have to figure out if you really do- about you i- one more time i--. i questions i have, the poems i've made too many to count to know. 21 going into year 24 will you be the first only one or the first of many ones lined up? 11 01 wish us luck because us is someone i really want to know.

[inatlasswoods]

I have no confidence In anything about this Unfamiliar Bone-breaking Tearing force in my chest.

I’ve been caught in it twice Eyelashes coated in red Weeping Slouched On the side of a high school road.

Our pens both can’t ink On clean bills and contracts Of safety Of sanity We can’t promise each other the best.

Maybe the tabloids were true About what we are Short-lived Replacements Two lonely souls drifting in the sea

So come to me everyday Look at me the way you do Eye To eye Your virgin idol on the pew

I see your thorns, I’ll be your Simon Just come back day by day Salvation Peace Gifts on your next visit.

There are many mouths that feed Fish of the present Jordan Rancid Rotten Mirrors for their intent

Shall I assume your lips be different? That your only worship be mine Up And below Since you’ve been baptized?

A month of Gethsemane is not easy Even for a devotee Stay Sit Do what you have promised your soul.

[inatlasswoods]

hi

3 am i don't know if you read this page. i didn't want to say it not yet and seem desperate. there's so much people say i should leave you for. but i can't seem to find a reason to. 3 am i hope you're asleep i love you. everyone knows and i know too i can't be the best that you can be with. regardless i just want to be honest i love you.

[inatlasswoods]

bye

fast and furious i need you to be to lose interest more quickly. swift and stylishly remove your cape reveal your mission and walk away. i'm starting to do things i don't want to admit. hands and legs grasping and walking on their own. searching for songs that i just can't i just can't let me remind of you. going on routes jeeps, buses and trains minutes and hours commuting to be in your arms. i really need you to lose interest quickly. for the sake of my sanity i can't name this i can't face it i can't be in this. i can't cry when i think of your eyes when you grin navy blue on your broad back borderline sense of humor that could get us arrested your arms that just feel so firm so secure so so-- your stupid ass dishes of cream and meat that i want to go home to every night. are you gone yet? i've given you a million of reasons to be. do you need more? because i'm afraid i don't have more. i want more. so please on the first crack of dawn take the first train back home. leave because if you don't i'll want to go to you be with you exist with you be you rs. be mine. are you gone yet? i hope so. are you gone yet? please hurry. are you finally gone?

[inatlasswoods]

shy bird, go on. flash a smile, let one rip the leaves are falling but you will soar. you are no longer little yet you still remain young. there will be little hands holding little rocks-- they are but lightning: scary, loud but rarely will strike you. wag your tails of blue and purple pitter patter your little feet scratch the tree, hide your seeds make yourself known to hatchlings not yet laid. they will know you and they will will themselves to.

[inatlasswoods]

i love you

little heads on little beds will you be there for me when this ends very soon i'll need you and forever i'll remember and repay you with my life

little heads i'm not well wanted something that just couldn't happen please hold me in my sleep make sure we lock eyes in the morning again

take me out of my slump knock on my door until i have to get up be my light just tonight and forever i'll repay you with my life

i love you and i'll do just help me hold myself tonight keep my tiny head up high very soon just more time little me will be little miss sunshine

[inatlasswoods]

wanted

Inmate 09413 Clothes on the line Body on the table Forever 19, frozen in time Another one for the morgue. A long time ago She should have been shot Gunned down in the mouth Bullet splintering and shattering Her blood-stained teeth. Inmate 09413 A bitch she was Left behind millions of artifacts Inks, papers, tears, and letters I couldn’t help but remember. I didn’t want this She said as she was found Pencil in her hand Her arm around her lover’s neck Fur carpet now maroon Inmate 09413 State your name Station captain in blue Her in a university sweater Bloodshot eyes Have you no mercy For that poor man A soul kind enough Unfortunate enough To know your name Inmate 09413– Look at your crimes Instead of being free Cutting your hands away You cut their skin instead. Weep for the people You will always remember In your heart, in your mind When you close your eyes When you are screaming at night. Inmate 09413 She was a regret A baby better unbirthed A child better slaughtered A woman better killed. Should have never tried To reach for sunlight Should have never been Should have never become Like her mother said. Inmate 09413 Clothes on the line Body on the table Forever 19, frozen in time Another one for the morgue. Just a moment ago She was shot Gunned down in the mouth Hands clapping, in the air flying Her blood stained happy teeth.