you wanted to flee yet also be capturedI tried to find youIn the maze of your mindIn the wilds of your heartAnd as I almost reached you, you ran from me; laughingYet as soon as I halt the chase, sit amongst your chaos,And cover my eyesI find you peeling my hands backWith a puzzled expression upon your face.
DetachmentStep backBreathe deeply, one breath, hold,Analyze.HoldAnalyzePiece together the big picture,Ignoring irrelevant emotions that threaten logical decision making that must be made.Irrelevance;The emotions that attempt to cloud my crystal clear mindAnd I halt them with but a finger to my lips without a sound.Mind,I mind that you try to interrupt meDo not try to interrupt me againThe result of that will not be to your advantage.Advantage;That which only you seek,I see that now,And we no longer have any need to coexist.
nothing lasts foreverNothing lasts foreverNot friendshipsNot loversNot breath, or heartbeat, nor pain&&People will inevitably leaveDespite most of their breath wasted on claims stating otherwise.
dangerously blurred linesThe glue over my heartCracked, splintered, shatteredLike the mirror in which you threw your fist into-At the exact spot where my face rested in the reflection.
Goodbye, i guessI feel you slipping awayLike the light of the moonDraining out of my breath.
and i'm happy nowThis sounds kinda weirdBut I’m glad- so glad that youPushed me asideBecause I didn’t end up behind you in lineI didn’t grow up as a pineI grew up as an oakAnd you think you’re so special because you keep your needle leaves in the winterBecause you think that keeps you warmBecause you think pines are so much better than oaks because there are more like you,Around you&&I grew up as an oakAnd even though my leaves shrivel up and dieAnd leave me the cold and alone in the winterMy leaves come back in the spring with a new essence of life,And I do not envy you, you who are stuck with all your mistakes, unable to shed them.
devastation at its bestIf you’re going to leave meCan it be because of something I can control?
3:43 amI remember the time you tried to leave&& I fought your escape like my life depended on it(Possibly because at the time I thought it did)
Untitled&&I just thought you should know..There are just some things I can't go back to.
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.But a famous author set to put them out.She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.And here’s what she said,“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”The tiny authors wept and cried.Wondering was it because they picked a side.Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone elsethey wouldn't have suffered being a different self?The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.But the dainty female author stayed behind. HoweverThe light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.And its glow became barely a shimmer.Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.All hope was lost.No one to come save her.Sadness reigned within her, making her shallow and pale as Frost.Not
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paintEyeliner eyes.I am a soldier in my own war;A force split in two sides.I am a force of natureBring about my own raptureAnd I’ll bring you to your knees.Say pleaseLittle girl lost.Cut off my hairCut into my skinPretty princess girlCardinal sin.Let me inLet me in.Sugar in my veinsAnd poison in my heart;I can turn bloodInto a work of art.I won’t go there againWon’t do itI won’t.HandsA sea of handsAnd andsIn my head.A universe inside.Dead.Icy skinFiery eyesNobody knowsJust what's inside.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Who had lost all of his pride and joy.He wore his heart on his sleeves.Which were stained red,From all of the blood that he bled.The boy died...By the blade of a knife.That he ran up and down his wrists.And I couldn't help but cry.That poem was fake.There wasn't such a boy.It wasn't a true story.But... Then I began to realize.That just because it wasn't that specific boy.There are others just like him.Begging for death.Slitting their wrists,And hoping to die.Because so many times,They've tried,And so many times,They've cried.But nothing gets better!I just wanted to say,I've been that boy.At some point.I felt that way.And I just wanted to say,I am so sorry.I know it hurts but hang on another day.Another month,Another year.Please, stay with me dear.Don't join that boy,No, not tonight.Stay with me,Please?
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
V o i c e sThese whispers in my head,trying to push me to the end.All I want is to go home,but then I remember,I've always been alone.
absent resolvei.i cradle my hopewith both hands,as if holding it closewill give it the warmthto stay alive.when you come nearit flares and rustles,begging to take flight;yet i am both caressand cage.ii.we have confused our signals,mixed our drinks andnever together.closure looms ominousbut i would rather forgetthan be caught in thisluminous void ofperhaps -iii.i am weakand perhapsyou are blind,we, silent,are nothingperhaps we could beeverythingif only we spoke.iv.enigma,you have unknowinglytwisted yourselfin helical fundamentalsabout my identity,shaped me inabsence andthe embers ofa chance.i wish i knewwhen to releasethis frail hope.v.we're both drunkand you're shaking,caught in a momentneither here nor now.entwined fingersbring you back tothe present, and i lingerbut you are eager to eclipsethis vulnerability,so you run.vi.i'm too afraid to ask,but at least the question'sanswered:we're both cowards.
bound in retrospectpart i.let's talkabout wreckage and dreaming,about nights wept weary,and how city limitscompress to claim youwhen you run.let’s talkabout slippingaway early mo(u)rningand choosing dark over light;how eventually i stoppedwishing upon starsbecause really,what’s the point.let's talk;there is no true wayfor someone this self-consciousto let loose streams ofconsciousness,but i'm trying.interlude: youyou,you are an immersionheartbeatracing down my spine,along vertebrae as ifthey belong to youbut they shouldn’t,not now.you,you are long-limbed eyelashes,a study in faux-reluctance.you are a cagei never could penetratealthough you never had much troubleignoring my reluctance;penetration became a gamei never won.part ii.let’s talk;this was never a love story,but add enough adjectiveand i guess it can bewhatever you want it to be.warped to your ideal,turn me to my better angleand hide the flaws;hide the fa
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.I'm cold and cruel,Hateful and quick to anger.I'm flawed.I prefer darkness over light.But demons can have feelings too.I can be hurt, offended.I can be sympathetic.I can care for other peopleAnd I can love.I may be a cruel being.Excessively so at times.But that doesn't make me heartless.Though I may seem so,I'm not.I do have a heart.And I do use it.Just not often.Because the problem with having a heartIs it can be broken.And I don't want a broken heart.I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.They're just afraid of getting hurt.
Moon HaloThere's a halo on the moon tonight.String another feathersnipped too soon'round the leather gripsof a scythe curved heavy with souls.Remember:Death is not like the SIMs.There are no warning labels.
Let It BeOne of these daysThere won't be enough room forme.