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StaticI can never leave.
Go on ahead.
Tell me what you see.
No lights, no air, no care.
All the reasons now escape me.
Purposeless pain, decayed and failing.
My senses are abandoned now.
There is a dull ache in my head.
It does not speak, only mumbles.
Loud and inaudible.
It gives no orders, just leaves me stagnant.
Stagnant and static.
PitySleep town. Overwhelmed by all the empty and the nothing that i have to do.
Lies are an every day occurrence.
Your claims of purity have been exaggerated.
Too pitiful to ask for pity.
You contradict yourself with the way you breathe.
Judgment only sits well with the saintly.
You seem so full of shit lately.
The cracks are showing in your facade.
The pursuit of happiness is best left to those with nothing better to do.
InfatuatedI speak and you listen.
Still you cannot see.
You are enclosed, your secrets only to yourself.
Our private jokes, I want them more than poems can tell.
I can sense you around me,
When you are not here,
Your name and scent ring around my head,
I want to tell you everything, but I stop myself,
Forever the fool.
We talk daily,
For hours it seems,
All tension and no movement.
If I could pull up the courage,
I'd tell you how you make me so abnormal.
Thank you for reminding me that I still exist.
The Godess' GospelIt's hard when your lover is a writer who
uses beautiful words and broken imagery;
always striving to be beloved in her eyes,
and praying that she won't immortalize me
as broken as I see myself. She can beat
me with her words and slay me with the
truth as long as the abuse stays our secret.
I am a masochist, enjoying the strangulation
of a free verse or the bludgeoning of her
prose. When she is through my battered
soul hides within the facade of my skin and
never feels as exposed as when she is near.
Her delicate digits play scribe to my life on
the pages of her commandments, and I bow
down because when I kiss her I taste ambrosia
on her lips only proving that she is divine.
I Wish It Would RainI wish it would rain
That it would wash you away
Out of my skin
I wish the clouds would part
Shine light on realization
What I could be
I wish there was a rainbow
An arc of brilliant colors
A sign to give me hope
The Betrayal yet to be Forgave.Do you wish to live or wish to die
the choice is yours and not mine.
Why destroy such a beautiful thing,
just for pointless self-hatred?
To loathers looking to despise,
from lost lovers
to the sudden outburst of cries.
The heartfelt plea
is now stubborn
but not pleasantly surprised
by your betrayal,
now the pale kiss
because you was unfaithful in my eyes.
Its an uphill struggle
trying to scrape through unscathed
knowing i was broken.
Now you ask me what is wrong
then you ask me why i speak so grave,
the fact is you don't know the truth
behind, the betrayal yet to be forgave.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautiful
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Pearl When your heart is broken
Don't believe those liars.
The ones who say,
"There's other fish in the sea"
Why bother with a smelly, common fish,
When you can find a pearl?
And my darling…
You are a pearl to me.
Indecisive suicidePlunged into gloomy darkness
Snared there for eternity
Without an ounce of light inside me.
Farewell, all my former friends.
It wrecked and tore me inside,
I can't even walk anymore
I can't live no more
My fate is awfully decided.
My heart is pounding.
My hands are shaking.
Still, why is it so hard?
To end my life.
MonstersThese monsters lay within us,
in the cracks and folds of our memories.
Where girls have skulls for hearts as they see,
too much death that shall harden and kill their souls.
And boys with ghosts in their lungs,
wisps and swirls of being exposed to fires they cannot say.
People with shadows folded into their scars,
where wars with themselves are marked as military graves.
Threads hold your bones into your body and brain,
a system of nerves too twisted and strong to let you feel anymore.
Where ears ring a repetition of words, barbed wire,
whispered into your ear to cloud your vision, taint your paradise.
We battle them as water and fire but,
we are merely two halves of one soul,
so when the pain returns,
it's like welcoming an old friend home.
BlindImagine your life, like a light,
Having a parent with no sight,
And at a young age, you'll know your own way home.
To guide and to see,
Your life would soon be,
And your life getting less and less bright.
Friends making jokes,
About the non-seeing folks,
And you sit in your seat, in tears.
Trying to lend you a hand,
They just don't understand,
That the pain comes from words they spoke.
Though instead, think of whose life must suffer,
Images growing much rougher,
And they can't see their child's own face.
With bumped and bruised knees,
From such, normally, avoidable injuries,
Their skin and bones simply tougher.
The colors of anything, even the color of your eye,
Or maybe those boring old birds in the sky,
Your parent can't experience at all.
While you partially hope the trait isn't genetic,
Your heart is feeling quite sympathetic,
For the one you love, who suffers, never having hurt a fly.
And then....that's when you ask, why?
OneI can remember exactly when i first met you.
The slight crease in your face as you smiled.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I can remember everything.
You shaped me. Made me.
We grew into each other. We fell apart with each other.
I cannot remember anything without you.
I can remember exactly when we first kissed.
The way your lips felt soft and curious, against mine.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I'd live a million miles away.
Another life and world away, with you.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
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