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Fear Of LifeAnd suddenly You find yourself here again
the cycle of perpetual thoughts that never end
afraid of how the world will ever end
or is it even a world to begin with
Trapped in a prison of the heart
sanity and mystery take no part
Pedophiles caress the sweet nectar of her neck
only to find she is not what they expect
Life is it real?
or an simple illusion
an allusion hinting back to someone else's time
a little stain on a black fabric is all she seems to be
Is life really this amazing?
Or is it all just a big mystery
Falling.. AgainI'm starting to feel that familiar pain
but then again I cut everyday
I'm starting to notice the slight change
But this isn't the first time I've felt this way
This time seems to have changed
this time I don't have to hide away
Everything about this seems so cliche
how I wish to be held by him everyday
How I could count a thousand ways
and how it would take all day
to tell of how much I'm starting to love,
this guy who's been there all along..
Yesterday I found it hard to smile
but this day with him my grin stretches for miles
and long story short I'm just trying to say
I love my boyfriend each and everyway
(Oh God this rhyming thing's so cliche)
Love you Quan!
Me, Passive. My AgressionI'm calling, but you text me
I'm falling, and you don't catch me
I'm running, and your right by my side
Telling me to keep going, you say you'll stay right where you are
but you turn around once we reach a mile
and I'm left there, thinking
Are you really so careless with my heart
how can we be so close yet so far apart
Passive-aggression is the key
'cus you keep saying you love me but at the same time, you hate me?
I don't think it's fair
and it's really not cute
but I gotta be honest, I know it's just you being you
contradicting yourself 'cus your so unsure
And the funny thing is I'm just now attempting to see
'cus honestly I'm just talking about me
A Rose By Any Other NameA Forbidden love sounds just as sweet
as a prayed for rose that can only bring
a peace and beauty that is simply defined
By a lust that has only grown over time.
Love at first sight, it cannot be tamed
Nor taken for any other simpler thing
"for a rose by any other name would be just as sweet"
as sweet as the love him and me.
Welcome to PandoraI awoke in a strange place... there was nothing familiar around me and I was curious I didn't know which way to go or where to turn, I only knew that I had to find her. I stood and I ran through the green forest, sometimes tripping on a root here and there, but never falling. I just ran and ran with thoughts of her image running through my mind.
It was like I was seeing a picture develop. Her bright green hai9r, with streaks of different colors, like a vibrant rainbow, it framed the most perfect heart shaped ivory face that held a winning white smile shaped perfectly with soft pink lips. Her eyes were... Unusual, they held no color to them, not even white just... clear but they were bright with laughter that was unheard, tormenting my mind with a tease of a sweet sound that once used to ring in my ears like a sweet lullaby sang by a mother to her new born child.
I stopped running.
Did I ever have a mother? I do not recall having a family. The person I had ever known was the
Untitled Somethingeveryday, a familiar smile
each morning i wake to the thought
that maybe u were the one for me
perhaps u were just made for me
a specific kind of thought that way
or maybe just a slight image of u
flashing in front of my eyes
teasing me with the fact that your not mine
Once upon a time u were made for me
So maybe one day u can become my baby
well right now u are my baby
... so I meant to say when I become YOUR lady
Soon my love, it's what you promised
So I hold u to that with a kiss shutting my lips
a hot aroma of love fills my lungs
and forever we can try to be together while we're still young
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
Moment of Insanitymy head swirls
from the intoxication
given to my weak body
my head swirls
as my nightmares turn into dreams
and dreams into reality
the earthquakes beneath me
my breathing slows
my heart rate increases
my entire being shudders at the feeling
my existence is mere imagination
i hear the sounds of the oppressed deep in my heart
i scream at the feeling of instant pain
racing through me
stop it! STOP IT!!
yelling at nothing
no one listens to my begs
no one cares
so neither will I
at this exact moment i went crazy
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