Memories of You (2/24)Your musical laugh, your sweet, honeyed perfume - myeyes open. You're gone.
Masochist (2/21)With words like knives, hestabs at my skin, but why doI love this so much?
Insomniac (2/23)Close your eyes and sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, yetyour mind is whirling.
Leaking Out (2/18)I empty out mybrain, believing you'd like tosee all the contents.
SempiternalShe says thatlove is like a rose bush,once you're caughtin its embracethere is no escapingfor if you try to escape, the thorns will catch you andonly hurt you more.He agrees.She says she will never try to escape from their rose bush.He makes his vows with another.The cake is set, the moon is lit,and she disappears.They found her in a rose bush,blood flowing out like a river.Drowned in his love, forevermore.
The Imperfect ReplacementThe new one doesn'tquite fill the void that his oldlover left behind.
The Reign of Terror (2/16)When you get her mad,trust me, it's close to beingapocalyptic.
Seventh Heaven (2/13)She clings hopefullyto this cliff, knowing there'll be beautiful sunsets.
HeroFalling; until he gave me wings.
NostalgiaUnworthy of you,All I can hope to possess,Is this memory.
WritingI am a writerI write whatI wish I could sayTrapping my feelingsOn paper everydayI am a writerI write whatI see around meMy eyes; wide openHave set me freeI am a writerI write whatI need to doClear and confusedJust give me a clueI am a writerI write what I feelAnd I feel what I writeBut when I stop feelingI stop writingAnd my little worldStarts reelingI am a writerWho writes to find reasonAnd maybe even some treasonIn this worldWhere insanity rulesBehind a piece of paper marked:"Here are the fools"
My DiseaseMy fingers bleed wordsthat my lips cannot say.When they try to trickle out,I scowl and turn away.It may not be contagious,but it is a disease.Holding myself deep inside,it's getting hard to breathe.Lies come so easy,to cover up the truth.It’s like my second nature,grown from my very youth.It’s deeper than conviction,more earnest than a thought.It’s my wayIt’s my lifeIt is my disease.
Inordinate-she's petrifiedof being fixedbecause being brokenis all she's ever known-
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBecause of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surfaceWell, that isn't a reflectionIt’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handleThrow myself away into the dark without even a candle‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m inOr realize the truth behind what I am or who I've beenAnd I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrongI never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she calledI count my tears like they’re experienceAnd my scars like they’re mysteriousAnd that’s a feeling I’ll remember –Watching as you leftWatching as you ended what was meant to be foreverAnd I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathizeSo 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...
I Wish It Would RainI wish it would rainThat it would wash you awayOut of my skinI wish the clouds would partShine light on realizationWhat I could beI wish there was a rainbowAn arc of brilliant colorsA sign to give me hope
Being MeBreakable? Yes.Broken? No!Crazy? Yes.Different? So?Feeling? Lost.Looking? Blue.Hearing? Things…Missing? You!Knowing? Some.Forgetting? Lots.Writing? This???Dating? Not…Doing? Stuff…Acting? Free!Happy? Yes!Being? Me.
Content.I went searchingfor myself,I ended up finding youinstead.
I Am Lost.I am lost,I cannot feel.Is this sleep,When I close my eyes?Or is it death,When I rest my head?I am lost,I cannot see.Is this real,When I hear your voice?Or is it an illusion,When I see your face?I am lost,I do not knowWhere I am,When I look ahead.Or where I've been,When I look back.I am lost,I have forgottenHow to speak,When words weigh on my lips.Or how to scream,When terror fills my lungs.I am lost,I’ll never be found.No one noticed,When I went away.They can see me,But I am gone.
i watched it burn. i did. and i wished it was you.the sky is burning red this morning, do you think you could burn up, too?
Her burnt Salvationpry open the wall of my past &maybe you'll see what no one else wanted too, a girl who wanted to be saved before the demons possessed the remains of her sanity.But she's cemented to this corner, losing her,where a hundred knocks per hour finally becomes those empty whimpers repeating thank you
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThat when my eyes are cloudedAnd my mind is emptyI can hear the clock ticking,Counting each worthless second gone by.Do matter how hard I try,My heart won't beat in unisonWith the indefinite continuationOf life.Did you knowThat when I lay with my ear close to the groundI can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.It slowly spins,So aliveYet filled with the dead.Did you also knowThat when the blood rushes through my body,I can hear the wind tremble and quakeWith a familiar fear.It shuddersBecause it knows its fleeting existenceWill slip through the world's fingers.Did you knowThat I'm afraid of that too?
BreakingI sit alone at a table in the far corner of the crowded room, easily ignored by the people around me. I can still picture my wife, sitting in the chair across from me, complimenting the soup that I sip on now, which had always seemed a little bland to me. Ever since her passing, I have been left alone, spending my days sitting in her favorite spot and thinking of the times that came before.I hear him first, rather than see him. His shoes stomped loudly into the old folk’s home and, even though there was only one pair of feet, his footsteps sounded like a bull participating in a wild stampede. People turned to glare at him as he walked past. I did not look up.“What has upset you, my boy?” I ask in my hoarse, aging voice, keeping my eyes glued to the lukewarm soup.“Mother and Father won’t let me join the school’s soccer team. They offered me the goalie position.” My grandson, Matthew, whines. “They say it will take away from my studies.
CureThese inner feelingsI must now releaseCure heart from painAnd set myself freeThese chains I removeFrom my soul and mindSo I could breatheBe whole once again
UnknownDarkness and shadowsLoom in the soul.Pools of tearsDrowning in sorrow.
Stubborn Love (2/20)I'm mad at myselffor not despising you witha burning passion.