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Blood Typesubtle murmurs and brittle promises.
Took it upon my own judgement
To talk to you.
Took my words,
And my heart.
Desiccated AffectionsThe wind
Grasps, a rattling breath.
I can call the wind, tell it
To cease existing.
Black and blue bones,
Tattooed on pierced skin
With the mildew of un-wash tears
On the surface
Of abandoned faces.
To live alone,
to die alone
A rite of passage,
not found for love.
I am the definition of a heart broken soldier.
No more wars of the heart
As the sinew keeping the arteries connected
Are crumbling and deteriorating.
White rocked feet.
Burnout and parched lips.
I tried to kiss the heartbreaker
Her skin was made of starlight.
Truth is pale
Dishonesty is dark.
I am neither.
REGRETSRegrets come from altars and dried flowers from special days. They grow in cupboard of past homes and apartments. Regrets blow on the breeze of lost words, missing kisses and last breaths. Regrets are what guilt is left as a residue, a reminder of the past, a harsh penalty for not doing something, for doing something, for feeling wrong. The heart knows there is regret, the head knows there is regret but you can't fix regrets. You'll sit and wonder, sigh with sadness, knowing, feeling that you can't change what you did, change what you said, change for better or for worse. Regrets last a lifetime. All those memories you have, most of them will fester with regrets. One day you'll realise these regrets are just dragging you down, but, until then you'll lie in the shallow pool of regrets waiting for someone or something you help you out.
ConcisusThe colour in your eyes is fading.
And I am afraid
You have misplaced yourself
-you have lost me.
I can’t keep waiting.
I don’t sleep well in the darkness,
Troubled, occupied by
Your gaudy smile-
I tell you,
What you don’t want to hear.
You put this upon yourself.
All I can do
Is gaze at you
-fill with anger
Rage, as the demons
move towards you.
You pushed me aside,
Like an ostracised entity.
Like you would in the end
But I informed myself once more,
I guess I was worth leaving.
28 By 12.5The wind is getting colder.
A convoluted mind
Filled with blissful
Being lost in a euphoric past
Plagued with the slick dark scars.
A permanent aide memoire, currently
Hurt and told,
Being alone exists.
The leaves are falling.
Because the dancers in the street,
Can come inside
Instigated new life.
Tonight, the lost people who
Are the ejected, solitary lovers.
Who have not connected the red thread
With their soul mates
Cry out to feel.
Hot, burning milieu.
The skies stay brighter longer
And so do the bleeding hearts that
Are broken, forlorn and lost.
The cycle doesn’t continue forever.
WorldCan we steal this world for one night and make it our own?
Make ourselves selfish and banish them all.
Have the sun, stars and moon for our own pleasure
Right now out amongst our own happiness.
Can we break this punishable surface?
Break even promises and predictions of failure.
We can trip around illusions
Dance freely through the hedges covered in fairy lights.
We will make known our existence to nobody
We are young and helpless
Yet we feel like time is going too quickly.
Freeze the love and time
A part of our own stolen little world together.
I'd rather be aloneI enter the room all eyes on me.
Side way glances as if I don't see.
I walk down the aisle and I take my seat.
This is where I'm gonna be for five days this week.
I can feel their hate from across the hall.
Those people they hate me and wish I would fall.
Unwanted is what they have always shown.
And honestly, I would rather be alone.
They tease me with their words as if it don't hurt.
They treat me as if I'm disgusting and dirt.
And sometimes I would just let it slide.
I would try to contain the feelings I hide.
I try to do my best but I really just fail.
And spectators would make up a new winding tale,
Of how my bad attitude is set into stone
But will never know I'd rather be alone.
Maybe I have done something out of range.
But I'm trying my best to be nice and change.
They say that will never for they've never known,
That I often sit and think "I'd rather be alone".
Instead of being teased an being rejected,
Instead being humiliated in public and subjected.
In order that I may no lon
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boy
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
The Strangled Sighs of a Closet DreamerThe strangled sighs of a closet dreamer
Are the loudest thing you can hear
When hope fills their heart
Only to be stomped back
By their own mind
Tears burn like infinite fire behind their eyes
Held back - just another minute!
Just until no one can see!
They hide in the recesses of their own mind
Burrowing deeper and deeper
Where they have friends
Where they have talent
Where they have happiness
But what should they do
When they're pulled out of blissful naivety?
They should stiffen their upper lip
Straighten their back
March into the world with head held high
Make their dreams come true!
But what do they do in reality?
And all you're left with
Are the strangled sighs of a closet dreamer.
Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpet
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?
Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed
Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that they would get along
How much longer before you wish this nightmare wasn’t yours?
Corrupted your ambitions and twisted it into an lust
Gold, sex and fame just seems like the same
But to most of the people in the world it’s just a fantasy away
For they just don’t have the drive and determination to reach the end
Maybe we should just tel
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypse
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms
the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear
the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time
the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world
Take A ChanceTry to push through the crowd
Going the wrong direction
Swimming upstream, you could say
Until it seemingly parts before your eyes
But you don't see what hits you
Fall to the ground
Mud getting on your clothes
Rain pouring down on already dripping hair
A strong hand pulls you up
Look up to say sorry and thanks
Instead, meet enchanting swirling blue-gray eyes
A bright warm smile
Seems to light up the storm
You exchange hello's and names
Wordlessly knowing that you want to stay together
Run to The Zipper and wait in line
Finally it's your turn
You've been on once before
But butterflies still occupy your belly
And your heart pounds
For more reasons than one
You climb in the ride's cage
He squeezes your hand
Turn to him and he grins
But with a screech the ride starts
Cages backflip and front flip along with your stomach
After no time at all the ride ends
You climb out
Hair certainly wild
His sticks out in all directions
A ball of brown unruly fuzz
Suicidal CherubA full ecliptic path
since you took the pills
that could have ruined you
I would have noticed
I would have fucking cared.
Chopped away at flesh
Carved pure delicate lies
Into a noetic mind.
I’m not bright enough
To out shine you.
I thought you’d reach for a hand
You reached for the pills
Proceeded to take and take
Greed, of a dying angel.
Such beauty in a broken, curled smile.
Time has passed
You’re the content seraph.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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