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Still Into YouWhy am I still so hung up on you ?!
It's been 9 months 8 days ...
The clock chimes midnight
Another day has passed.
Another day of nothingness,
Another day without you.
I still think about you,
They'll tell me I'm stupid and
I should get over it , but I can't
I no longer sleep at night.
Looking desperately for a deeper meaning,
A deeper title than 'just friends' as you repeatedly called us.
I do wonder..
What's it like from your perspective ?
I pass your workplace everyday
That maybe you'll look up and notice me
That I'll s
One or the OtherEither I'm
Or my loneliness
Has found its voice
And it keens
All night long
Dead and Drowned.I feel so empty.
Like there's nothing left to do.
I'll be gone before I'm twenty.
It's not fake, it's all true.
I'm afraid I might fall.
Leaving this hell of a life.
It's like climbing a never ending wall.
I hope it's better in the afterlife.
I try to do things the right way.
but seems like I just fail.
Last breath and I'm calling out mayday.
Can someone please end this awful fairy tale?
Bruises might fade.
But scars will remain.
I'm being followed by a shade.
Slowly turning insane.
I wish I could be cold.
With no fucks to give.
But I guess feelings can't be sold.
So I just have to forgive.
I guess everything has an end.
Some words are
What I Want.No tears, will be here.
Found a broken heart in you;
Your words in my head.
We feel likewise dear.
Perfect footsteps as you walk,
and the things you said.
I struggle and fear,
As my vision tunnels; fades.
Our past is so dead.
I said, what I said,
And you should know what I mean.
This feeds my anger.
Sharp gaze like a spear,
I’d fall forever for you,
If time could just mend.
LiesWhy has reality been hidden from me my entire life?
Why didn't you tell me that it wasn't right from the beginning?
I'm not stupid.
You forced me to grow into an adult as a ten year old, forced me to take the responsibilities of your crimes.
I am the one whose shoulder you always lean on, the ear to whisper everything in.
A person who must always agree with you, without any own opinions.
I guess it was my fault, really.
I could've said no from the very start.
But I was weak.
I was too weak to find out the cold and bitter reality you've hidden from me since I was born.
You lied to me.
You said everything was okay, that we would make it through.
We did, but you never thought of me in the process.
Thought I could take it, because I was considered an adult when I really was a child.
A screaming child.
A person whose childhood is gone since long.
You took my life away from me.
Made me accept all your lies and comforting words in the
i'm casting off all my
bluesy, blowsy layers
untangling the threads of
what shouldn't have stayed
stitching the best bits back
forever and again
i shall be the one you want
(this is heaven, i think
i wouldn't know
but he says it is, so...)
i am designed to please
once i get past what i was
created, now, to be
you need a towering paragon
of strength, of love, of virtue
i can give all that and more
for you won't take the other
you won't take my other self
(you taste like diamonds
darling of mine
sharp and beautiful)
bring me back again, please?
when you to
This is How it FeelsConfined.
On your way.
Out of hand.
Our time is confined,
our actions restrained.
Three months unaligned
until we're reclaimed.
School's out tomorrow
Where we'll say goodbye.
I'll meet with my sorrow,
not having you nearby.
I can barely stand
the weekends without seeing you.
School's my only strand
of time I CAN
True FriendshipAm I a true friend?
For telling you what is wrong or right,
For giving you a small insight,
For telling it's wrong to bite?
Am I a true friend?
For giving you so much false hope,
For praying that you could cope,
For hoping that you could bear this load.
What is a true friend?
Someone you can tell your lies,
Someone you can share with pride,
Someone that is by your side?
Why be a true friend?
To be that one that could find some fame,
Being with someone to share the blame,
To have some place that you could aim?
There's no such thing as a true friend.
No one is a true friend,
Because true friendship is indefinable.
If you call me a true friend,
So be it.
If you want to be close to me,
So be it.
But if you're looking for a true friend,
you better look somewhere near the lee.
Because your true friend,
Sure as hell isn't me.
Mississippi and Friday NightsIt is a cloudy Friday night during the fall
The full blast of autumn chill is in the air
As one goes by a Mississippi town, both large and small
One could tell that the smell of two cross-town rivals is there
The townspeople can sense when The Big Day comes 'round
They close their stores for their evening in their town
The smell of cooked hamburgers, the aroma of hot dogs capture the senses
But all the action, one hour from now,was about to take place beyond the stadium's fences
Within the walls of the field house stood the visiting team, cleats clomping on the floor
The four school buses that took them there stood parked right near the f
The LetterThe Letter
not of Earth, not of Heaven, not of Hell.
The Letter is a creature born from the darkness of the tortured mind.
Conceived out of insecurities and bred through madness and depression.
The worst part, there is no cure for it. There will always be a letter.
Nothing can stop it, not even Jesus himself.
Broken HeartsI swore my heart
and you took it out,
I thought I loved you
but was it true?
I cannot run,
I cannot cry,
I will not even try.
You said something
that broke my heart
and put me in the dark.
I write with an arm
that has been harmed
by a dreadful curse,
that will not heal but get worse.
I hurt myself in the midst of hell,
I hide away in my shell.
My dreams are haunted by your face,
My heart was put in a broken case.
FrostbitePress your lips
And breathe out
cold winter winds,
Your fingers touch
the side of my face and the bottom of my heart,
over like the stream yonder
when the snow falls down,
Wrap your cold, dead arms
And never let go,
Because you are all I have,
And all I will ever have,
For I feel no pull from 'em gals yonder,
Only a slight flick o' my compass
pointing to 'em others,
Whom would never have me,
So I plead ya stay,
Let me be me
Every time that a voice calls out
Something inside me breaks.
I try hard not to turn around
Because I know they’re fake.
Their whispers, jokes, and painful lies
Just never will abate.
My hands are tied behind my back.
I never will escape.
They will always laugh at her
Cuz she’s always alone.
Every day at 3 o’clock, she
Struggles her way home.
Her fosters all rejected her,
The streets she starts to roam.
And still they laugh at nothing,
At the soil from which she’s grown.
They call this one boy stupid,
But really, he’s just lost.
He’ll never pass a history test
With facts that he forgot.
He fights the figh
Me or You“Me or You”
Your head got too big,
and your heart too small.
Ego dancing a jig,
as rationality falls.
Who done it?
with watery eyes—
Who done it?
That was your answer.
Not…yourself, but me.
Your head swollen with perception,
a whole lot of misconception,
and dreams you just can’t beat.
Like the whispers of the willows,
one day the realization will sink through,
that the reason our relationship failed…
It was you.
The Gentlemans Dance
A Goddess of fire and spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night, all who would see her would run with fright, but one gentlemen on a moonlight night, took out his hand to the lady, the Goddess, upon the broken stones, and asked her for a final dance, a single romance. The night was there music the moon there spotlight, the graves there audience and there hearts the witness's of the night the gentleman, danced with the Goddess for a single night.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dre
Moonlit NightWere have you gone, my Moonlit Night......I am waiting here for you in the forests shadows these nights, the midnight summer mist, forgotten wisps, enloping me......I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies dance around me, in hope for cheers..., but I only get lonelier with the sound of a wolf howl so far so near, an illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how I feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo never reaching......I don't know, but I do know.... I miss you so.
Fall is here, Winter is near
Fall is here and winter shall soon appear, leaves will turn to snowdrops
before they follow to the earth, only to rise back up again as a snow
white Lilly, touched by birth.......Yay!
A Rope Swing Away
-fall is here, and magic, is only a rope swing away-
"Creak crack, complains the rope swings rope
For it is carelessly swinging, lonely, without a hope
But then to surprise, the wind subsides, and before the rope swing, a child does smile
Her dress is clean, her hair is up, her smile untainted, untouched
So gently does she touch, as if the rope might bust. But with such Trust, she sits down in wooden seat, dust dirtying her dress
She does not care as the wind undangles her hair
She only loughs as the rope, swings, creaks and cracks"
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