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Love is a Feeling I Will Never ForgetEvery breath with purpose,
Every step with reason,
Love is like the summer,
And it outlasts every season.
Every glance a bond to earth,
Every touch magic begun,
Love is like a burning flame,
And it burns brighter than the sun.
Every embrace a quiet relief,
Every bit of warmth extended,
Love is like a saving light,
A feeling I can now only imagine.
Every doubt you chose to wonder,
Every fault that you never explored,
Love is like a burning rose,
It now withers inside my core.
Speak your worry, resolve, express,
To avoid sadness, anger, and regret.
Love is a feeling I never wanted to lose,
But now love is a feeling I will never forget.
Untitled2Life feels like I'm wrangled,
Between about a hundred ropes.
Everyone keeps pulling in different directions.
When I fall forward, the backward side is angry.
When I fall backwards, the forward side is jealous.
And then there are those who have given up on their rope.
And what about me?
I'm laying on the ground in the middle of it all.
I can't seem to choose correctly so I remain by myself.
The world moves on without me,
Leaving me behind.
Yeah...that's definitely all I ever wanted.
UntitledSave me from my sadness, God.
Save me from my fears.
Life feels like a nightmare, God.
I keep opening my eyes thinking I'll wake up,
But I never do...
You're my only hope
Just OnceSometimes I wish I could snap my fingers and stop time.
After that, I'd unzip the sky and jump into it's seams,
I'd get away from the world.
I'd be endlessly drifting on puffy clouds,
And bask in the light of a million stars shining all around me.
I'd let music seep into my heart and watch it rip out my burdens.
I'd be forever in your arms.
I'd be forever laughing and smiling with all of my loved ones.
If only I could escape for just one day...
WarTrapped in this war,
No one is winning.
Bullet after bullet,
I have fallen before you.
You hide in the foliage,
You push everyone out to battle,
While you hide,
While you pull me down,
With your twisted words,
Your rolling eyes,
Your raging tone.
I live everyday believing:
"Today is the day I will fall,"
And I will keep falling,
Scars will open up once more.
I will keep waving my little white flag,
Even after it's been torn, shot, and ripped...
Is this war never ending?
InvisibleLiving in a bubble I feel all alone,
But reliving the past feels like a good home.
Suffocate me with the joys of younger days,
Numb me, don't let me see the outside!
The time you made me laugh so hard I cried,
You all came to visit me when I could have died,
The nights we'd stay up dreaming and scheming,
Fictional inspirations and dreams of the future.
Watching tv til the wee morning hours,
Racing through the warm summer showers,
Talking intensely and perfectly fine,
Always knowing we'd be close all throughout time.
Reaching out I hope to catch your hands,
But you pull them away and give them to a man.
Pounding on the walls, begging you to hear,
Never aware that behind that bubble there have been so many tears.
As you all drift away, none say goodbye,
Because life is perfect under your rose-colored sky.
But I will keep waving until you finally see,
That faint figure of sorrow, is no one but me.
Thou Shall be StrongForbidden Fruit of sanctitity,
How can I not think of thee,
How can I not speak of thee,
How can I not taste thee?
Why art thou amidst my dreams?
Thine charm whispers and embraces me.
Guilty that I dreamed a dream,
Questioning everything of me.
Awakening leaves a sense of sadness,
Disappointment of real life,
And shame of going him against,
I am feeling things in many senses.
An uneasy mind is the worst of all,
If thou is tempted thou will fall,
Thou will lay there on the ground,
Still questioning if thou be sound.
If thou be sound,
When no person is around,
If thou be sound,
When the hour comes around...
If thou be sound and thou be true,
Hide such thoughts whence thou knew,
And shall you dream of thee anon,
Fall thou not, thou shall be strong.
Broken EyesTake a part of me,
Take a little heart from me,
And piece back the broken eyes.
Shattered on the floor,
A wave upon the shore,
The mist from my broken eyes.
How long will it take to fix my sight?
Cuz all I can see is what I'm not doing right.
Take me beautiful and set me free,
Let's wander off into the distant sea.
It's hard to keep so silent,
When my mind waves crash upon the walls,
Of a broken mind.
Every single day you pass,
Is like an hourglass,
I can't hold it inside.
How long will it take to free those words,
I love you darling, you don't know how much it hurts!
Give me a sign that the sun will shine,
Show the sunset behind your eyes!
Behind your eyes
Behind your eyes
With the morning rise,
I will let those feelings die,
Looking past my broken eyes....
Who is a Friend?Who is a friend who cannot let go?
Strings held tight to a single heart,
Victim unable to seek out and grow.
The victim's decisions controlled by one,
Who cuddles, then strangles emotions,
They ring her out until the final tear falls.
She covers her eyes.
Who is a friend who cannot smile?
Face tightly clenched and wide-eyed,
It's hard to please them for a while.
One simple word could avalanche,
Words of anger, hatred, and vile,
They put her down til' her confidence falls.
She covers her mouth.
Who is a friend who tunes people out?
They've got her on AM, a cover of static,
She changes channels but no words come out.
They don't have time to be with her,
They don't have ears that will listen to her,
They don't have a heart to care about her.
She covers her ears.
Who is a friend who talks behind backs?
Who whispers in ears and laughs,
A wall of trust overcome with cracks.
They say things that she hears buzz by,
And makes her wonder why she's alive.
And makes her wonder
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-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
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,
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.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Just TalkWhy don't you smile anymore?- I miss it.
Why won't you ever tell me what's wrong?- I always feel like it's me...
Why do you seem so different?- you don't seem alive.
Do you still think of me?- Cuz I think of you.
Do you still love me?- Cuz I love you so much.
I wish you would just tell me.
Just talk to me. Please.
Just. Talk. <3
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