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DarknessConfused on what to do,
In the beginning I thought the one was you,
but as we go on,
I think I was all wrong,
A forgotten memory,
An unsung song,
Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall,
I build myself only to fall,
Maybe one day your heart will shine through,
But that's a shot in the dark a whistle that never blew,
Darkness clouds what we call a relationship,
Slowly turning into what many know as a relationshit.
Forever Ended Yesterday.Your love is wearing thin you only love me to get by,
I'm your easy satisfaction just a cheap high,
Do yourself a favor and get out of my life,
I don't need you and I don't need this strife,
A love that is real is what I long for,
One where I don't put in so much effort and feel like a whore,
You're a mirage you look so sweet at first,
But you lack the substance to quence my thirst,
I can't believe you treated me this way,
Bitch forever ended yesterday.
.44My dreams turn into nightmares when I arise,
The tears start pouring from my eyes,
I saw you and I held you only to be ripped away,
But now to start another monotonous day,
I struggle to find happiness in a dark world,
Without you in my arms I'll lay here my body curled,
All I can see is your face,
Helping to bring light to a hopeless place,
Please let me sleep forever,
All I want to do is hold her,
I close my eyes shut clutching that .44,
My tears streaming down my face hitting the floor,
Now I can be with her forever more.
Consumed.My heart is dark and my mind is clouded,
I hear your voice but can't see because it's crowded,
A raven swoops down and grabs at my skin,
My blood hits the ground as it grins,
It's heart full of happiness from causing sorrow,
Flying high in the sky it prepared for a better tomorrow,
Gotta keep holding on like a phoenix I will rise,
With the darkness the inevitable is my demise,
Silence is golden well it's a good start,
But too much silence can destroy a heart.
The End.When the heart breaks there is no sound,
But the feeling is horrible and it brings you down,
I always think back to your face you know it's an image I can't replace,
Your beauty is that of an angel,
You leave my stomach in a tangle,
Sleepless nights and hopeless fights are all I see,
Without you in my arms to comfort me,
The night sky shrouds the world in darkness offering little light,
I dream to hold you in my arms just one more night,
If I could take back every word I've said I would,
Try to take back the bad and renew the good,
Sadly your blood is on my hands and my heart is on the floor,
I remember the day they busted through the door,
I watched you fall and your head bleed,
As they swarmed you for the food they need,
I tried to fight them off the best to my ability,
But I was too weak and they overpowered me,
I had to leave you to die that day,
I left through the back door while you had to stay,
Maybe you made it out? I doubt it,
Too bad they swarmed you in a raging fit,
I love y
Forget MeWhere the fuck has my life gone?
I'm on the right train but the wrong tracks,
So much bullshit and it's all facts,
I've broken the heart of the only woman I will ever love,
I'm fucking lost like an outgrown glove,
Wishing better for myself and you breaking every step of the way,
Looking back on every mistake I've ever made and there's only a few,
It was breaking your heart and turning my back on you,
Worth it is something I'm not,
Who gives a fuck if I get shot,
Alone in the cold rain is all I deserve,
Just go away your energy is wasted on me it's something you conserve,
Don't be a fool like me,
Never let the one you love go,
For their love is all you will ever want to know,
When it's all said and done,
You were always the one,
An insensitive prick is all I will ever be,
Do yourself a favor and forget about me.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
ValhallaWe stand ready to fight them,
They've come to take our land,
But as we chant these great words,
"Odin, far-wanderer, grant us wisdom,
Courage, and victory.
Friend Thor, grant us your strength.
And both be with us"
Their blood will cover our swords,
We will fight all of the incoming hordes!
Together we stand for one final fight,
One final fight for our homeland!
Stand with me brothers!
Let us rip their throats from their bodies!
The sound of clashing steel rings loud,
I can smell blood and see it as it splashes my face,
They made a mistake when they came to our place!
This is Valhalla our home, our life, and our hearts!
Everything we are is Valhalla we will win this fight!
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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