lucycrane

16 years as an utterly confused human being.

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  • lucycrane 1d

    Take me to church
    I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    -Hozier

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    on a sleepless night
    when I'm all alone
    no one to hear my story
    I call your name
    in my head
    in hope that you might
    be lying awake
    thinking the same
    counting stars
    in your bed
    you know
    we should sometimes fight
    overlook all the facts that makes us both right
    in front of each other faces
    scattering your bedroom vases
    but as our backs turn
    and when we are both left burned
    we should
    listen to each other's
    confessions through
    closed doors
    feel my numb fingers
    my legs give out
    on this cold floor

    I look at you and I see
    sadness lingering in your
    golden hair
    you look at me and you see
    darkness in my already
    raven hair
    If you knew that I was toxic
    why play with poison?
    you used me like a drug
    and consequences now tire you out
    You gulped me down your throat
    You popped me up like painkillers
    you played me like a toy
    that blonde chick, now
    is she your healer, boy?


    I'm a liar
    I Want you to know
    that the things I say
    might not really the things
    I want to say
    so when this gloomy
    sunday
    if I look straight at you
    with my tired eyes
    and tell you that
    we no longer have to search for rainbows in our skies
    no longer have to mend each other with our highs
    know that every cell of my body is
    begging you to say otherwise

    ~Lucy Crane

  • lucycrane 2w

    I can taste it, my heart's breakin', please don't say
    ~cry baby - the neighbourhood


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    Somewhere a butterfly has flapped its wings
    and elsewhere he wrote about blue caterpillars
    His voice is like God
    and everything he says sounds like biblical quotes
    // "Let's go to Starbucks" (psalm 16:18)//
    his skin and his eyes
    gold plated, I just wanna reach the core
    I've told him things he already knows
    and about my childhood bike with training wheels
    didn't removed them until I was quite 11ish
    his bourbon bubbles look so neat
    cause for my troubles, got some feelings to delete
    There are gangs in the corners of my street
    he told me to go safe and hide myself in my sheets
    he doesn't know that they come to me,
    when they want to bruise some knees

    He says you don't wanna be like me
    rich, young and dumb
    with papers to keep you numb
    I told him I'm almost like you
    rich
    // Lucy Crane: Wanted (dead or alive)
    for the high crime of robbing her mother's boyfriend//
    Young
    //Crushing over peter pan//
    dumb
    //she fell in love//
    with overpressed key board keys

    Somewhere a girl stared at a photograph
    and elsewhere he wrote about her hiccups between her laugh

    ~Lucy Crane

  • lucycrane 3w

    Rainbow Hands
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    I think his misaligned jawline is kinda cute
    he thinks my midnight shaded polka dot pajamas are kinda hot
    Who says we can't count stars?
    My ceiling has exactly 101 stars
    a hundred for bulkiness and that one to amuse us
    to be a speed bump for the zeroes
    We can-sprayed my Ex's Bentley pink
    and stayed up overnight trying to remove that red wine stain from his mother's wedding dress
    Got bailed from jail by my big brother
    did a banksy on school lockers
    He has small eyes but they see enormous things
    I have a big mind but only junk within
    But he was a master of DIYs from garbage
    We said our goodbyes today
    Diverged our tracks
    rolled our roads and packed them in our bags
    You came with lightning in your eyes
    A slight drizzle and sunshine, life hacks
    We were more than friends but never lovers
    Just meant to cure each other
    then you waved with your rainbow hands
    I refracted my sunset of a smile but
    never waved back
    Cause I might've almost felt guilty (almost)
    For stealing away your heart and worse,
    Keeping it hostage

    ~Lucy Crane

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  • lucycrane 3w

    She is the fabric on Juno's shoulders
    A distraction for Saturn's rings

    ~L.C.

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    In case you were wondering
    Yes I mixed Greek mythology with astronomy

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    Mulberry Haikus

    Six showerheads in his bathroom
    Still a kid can tell he reeks of sins
    Came to me in the night
    with his father's flashlight
    We sneaked into my backyard
    Into the treehouse, filled with rubber swords
    Bed stands filled with naive polaroids
    and red carpet rolling to memory lanes
    We walked semi-barefoot
    Both lost one pair of the flip flops in the rush
    He was smiling and something in it seemed illegal
    He told me his stories, the one featuring a blonde flawless girl
    and I made a mental note to dye my ginger hair platinum,
    Some makeup to hide the freckles
    Lenses, so that I look like ocean
    But he doesn't know that I've
    A lot of unused blue wigs, top shelf
    Begging to come out
    I said
    I've got a jar full of haikus about mulberries and songs about broken machine hearts
    He doesn't know what it means
    Likewise, I said, never felt so relatable
    He fell asleep on the wooden floor
    I drooled and he snored
    I said
    Sleep, you've got dreams to see
    And I've got nightmares to write

    ~Lucy Crane

  • lucycrane 3w

    We are walking through a garden,
    I turn away for a minute.

    You are doing it again.
    You have my face here, but you look at flowers

    ~Rumi

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  • lucycrane 4w

    I've written about men and their lovers
    their stories naked in the limelight
    their fears and all of their selfish desires
    I've inked a lot of strangers
    In blue-black and blue and black
    each shade from a different lover's heart
    In hope
    that even
    by chance,
    maybe one of the pairs
    could be us

    You don't know me. I don't know you
    but I hope you are doing the same
    Inking some couples in mixed
    feelings
    I
    Looked into my heart
    found your face in 100% blur
    I looked at it but I wrote about stars

    When we'll meet
    We'll grill some sandwiches
    We'll take our picnic on the roof of my house
    And we can talk about that cemetery
    five blocks away
    And I ask 'do you think there was really a bang when big bang happened?'
    and I won't care
    you can answer me with your vision
    I won't really mind
    If you'll give my lips a mini heart-attack
    and when the fireworks will commence
    I'll know it's our cosmos
    regenerating
    the one we gave away
    limb by limb
    to paper and weaponry used
    in those lovers' dreams

    ~Lucy Crane

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  • lucycrane 4w

    Sibling relationships are crazy.
    I'll give them a kidney
    But you aren't borrowing my headphones

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    "You fit me better than my favorite sweater"

    ~Lana Del Rey // i forgot the name of this song and im too lazy to Google it

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  • lucycrane 4w

    With me, you don't have to pretend that you don't like the pain
    It stings so sharp. Sweet but poison
    I still can't get over the fact
    that you deny us
    watching The Mission Impossible marathon
    fifteen times
    is this what a pinky swear means to you?
    Or did you get so used to me clinging over your arm to support my broken limbs
    Everything you ever said was cryptic
    (I'm not less than a tongue twister myself)
    But at least I tried to decipher
    You left with your dry throat
    I can live without you
    But you have all my records
    And half of my wardrobe is in your bedroom
    Do you ever wonder
    that maybe your feelings just went dormant
    Maybe a little shake is all we need
    A touch of hurricane?

    It's okay if you don't wanna realize
    Maybe when we're older
    If we ever meet again
    We can talk about your Mother's perfume
    and my brother's emo costumes
    We can talk about the Mustang we once stole
    and left it there on an abandoned road
    We can talk about the lollies we licked and drugs we took
    And maybe we can also
    laugh about
    how hilariously I fell for you
    and how you broke my heart
    (and you moved on for something new)

    ~Lucy Crane

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  • lucycrane 5w

    "What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other way?"

    ~The Goldfinch

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    Branded Bruises

    Opaque memories are coming back in my mind to get even
    I guess it's time, I'm leaving
    I said to my sister 'hold my brain'
    I just need to hug him one last time
    She forgot to lock it in her safe
    Now I'm glued to him in this rhyme

    These bones are your legacy, mine is your loyalty.
    Just say we're running out of time
    So that we'll do it right, one more time

    We've dreamt of rogue planets in our blood
    Your Father's liquor, the catalyst in our love
    These Karaoke bars and dodgy streets
    That lamp post behind, we wrote our stories
    With alter egos and broken haikus
    With branded bruises or were it philosophical tattoos?

    Naked insecurities are seeping into his mind to make themselves at home
    I guess we're bored so we split
    I said I'm afraid of almost everything
    He said ' I'm almost afraid of everything '
    I know there's a difference
    But I'm a fan of overlooking the facts

    You were b-broken
    I too have never kept my things intact
    This suicide Monday
    I wanna be your death song
    So I let go of your reigns
    I hope you do the same

    ~Lucy Crane

  • lucycrane 5w

    This town of mine never brews
    lilac skies
    So we
    (Don't you remember?)
    Painted our murals in pure pastels
    I came with satin sheets in my hands
    And I'm ready to let all your mistakes go
    But I'm not the girl you are taking home(kiss you)
    And I've done all the tiring work
    slayed all my dragons
    You only have to do the part
    where you bring me some flowers
    (The usual. Tulips)
    I heard you
    Whispering to the big guy upstairs
    that you want to have a personality transplant(kiss you)
    But
    (Don't you get it?)
    I want you with all your plot twists
    and all your loopholes
    And I'm begging for that summertime
    When all your hoodies were mine(kiss you)
    And the buttons on my shirt were your slaves
    We can't go back because you think
    Love is a cancer
    And you tell me to turn away
    Cause I wasn't your Sunray anymore?
    (knew you will get sunburned)
    I was supposed to stay
    But never that fast have I run(kiss you)

    Look
    This Saturday is wasted
    (So are you)
    now that I've given up
    And when you are on your deathbed
    With this 'Love Cancer'
    Know that

    I will not kiss you
    (Too late, hon. Too late)
    I will not kiss you

    ~Lucy Crane

    //He will never know that once a girl has loved him so deeply//

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