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Glass half full...The blissful life of an optimist
The dreary life of a pessimist
Unfortunately end the same.
Burnt, buried, or eaten by bears
Rotting, destroyed as everyone stares
At ones procession.
We wander through life looking for answers
But lend me a moment of consideration sirs,
For what if you stop looking at the glass
Be it half empty or full
And look at it instead, by its contents.
For maybe, just maybe the liquid the glass presents
Don't look at meI don't see you around
I avoid you and your friends
they used to be mine
but then again so were you
I dodge your gaze
I keep your contact at bay
all to keep my feelings away
I don't want them,
I don't need them,
I don't want you at all.
And I don't need you.
We're not really friends
more like neighbors nowadays.
I can't handle us talking anyway.
Don't look at me, I won't look back
Don't wave, don't call
Don't speak, don't follow
I will walk but I will not talk
This boy's no good
I can't treat you
how you should
Don't look at this,
this fragile soul
I'll just shy away again
fade into obscurity
and watch you be happy
Gone...But not forgotten...Our toys get old and break
Clothes are worn and torn
Death takes from our lives
Though they are gone, they are not forgotten.
Friends come and go
Fashions race and eventually slow
Trends catch us then we say "no"
They may be gone and though we try
They are not forgotten.
Series start and end
Wounds open and begin to mend
Songs stop speaking their message to us
Though we feel them, they are gone
and often forgotten.
What's loved is always lost
Our attachment determines it's final cost
Only when we forget is something truly gone
If you love it, keep it close
If you've lost it, remember it always
Live like you're dying, love like you're losing
Time and time again.On my bed I am resting now.
Just alone with my thoughts,
A glance to the clock: 1:47.
My thoughts drift to your face
But why? Why do I think of you
When my feelings go unheard
By not just you but me?
Do you think of me? Do you miss me?
I think of you... time and time again.
I miss you, most when the sky is dark
And no one is around to hold.
I want you to be happy
I know you won't be, with me.
I beat this guy to the punch
But he has the last laugh
Our time was brief, I loved every second.
I loved you but to no avail.
I'll pull the plug and take what's left of me
With me into the unknown depths
I need to leave,
Let you live your life without me.
And only think of you, time... and time again.
Writers Block DefeatedPlease sit back and let me make you a rhyme,
It's sad and sweet but won't take much time.
This rhyme is short and meter it's cohort,
making me, early, resign.
I don't love myself, let's make this very clear.
So hard i find it to believe each year,
Those who reciprocate
Affection to a being I, myself, hate.
She came along and filled my life
But without her i knew only sadness and strife.
Relief comes in mornings
When for brief spells her face won't appear
When I don't know the mourning
Feelings of what I foolishly lost, their heads, rear.
The day I knew we couldn't be together
I hoped I could still stay locked away in your heart...
I will never regret trying because you were exactly
what I wanted
I'll be there...waiting at your door
Hoping one day fate has in store
For me a second chance...
To have our first dance, under the crying clouds...
My tale is now at an end, I went
Off and now my prose is spent.
Goodnight world, goodnight moon.
I hope to join you in the sky, looking
Untitled VIeach and every day
i meander through my life
seemingly in blissful ignorance
but the things i dont say
fill every moment with strife
and deprive myself of all significance
my life goes by while i sit and listen
to the problems others have in their lives
while under my skin
i'm screaming at the top of my lungs
but my cries go unnoticed
i'm done and i'm through
and i am finished with you
you all and your petty obsessions
i have them as well
and we all have to solve them
in this life that does not seem worth it
to the random few who see what i see
and can relate to being robbed of ones senses
to see the truths in this lie we call life
the truths of people and
their inability to deal with their pretenses
each grain of sand
falling from their hourglasses
their flailing arms
grabbing to bring down anyone
they feel will slow their decent
i cant please you all
so i will choose
a certain few, the chosen
they will lose
me, a small price for their transgressions
and continue with their
Full CircleAll of my life I've done things i have not been proud of
they are the reasons i treat myself so harshly
the reasons i don't deserve to be happy in this life time
these travesties done unto to the people I've cared about the most
make them one by one all slip away and leave me
in recent months my past has come to reap the fruit of my transgressions
my evils placed on the heads of my beloved...
the ones that i didnt appreciate until they were gone
if by taking my own life i can make things right
or by removing myself from the lives of all i care about
i can make things right i will...
i hate what i am, was, and will become
nothing good can be spawned from evil
so i will live on, alone, lonely because of my own foolishness
while i sit here, my heart, like a glacier
i watch it dissipate...i searched for love in this empty world
all i found was hate
to the ones that care, the ones that i haven't harmed
i'm sorry, for what i will do, what i will not give myself the chance to
i need to get aw
my bleeding ultamatumThere are times that others do things to get me going
Like when they pick fun at my friends or my sewing
I try to retain my composure but it seldom works out well
Im shaken in my cage as my rage rises and my veins swell
Ill tell you now that if you make my friends hurt
Ill assure you a ruined life and a home in the dirt
As I lie here and pant, its comes into focus
The reason that the unstable ones try to evoke us
And take from us the only things that give our lives meaning
For some its our own lives that are demeaning
And for as little as they are worth we still defend them
But for the little guy, the one with no self worth about him
Can still find a purpose to life if he makes something of it
If they just look for someone to protect and simply care for
No matter what happens to them and no matter what happened before
My bleeding oath is simply this
I dont care what happens, I wont miss
I dont care how far I wont stop
Until I manage to ma
emptinesswhat happens when the spirit dies,
and its body remains while its host cries?
we struggle through life against the lies...
at the end of the day our strife shows through sighs.
when does the line between being hurt
and being empty become distorted and burnt
out of our burning hatred and being thrown in the dirt
why does it all matter in the end?
is it the idea that we condescend
on fate and believe we can change it?
i'm done bleeding ignorance and
we're all going to die in the end
so whats the point of our stand
against what is coming and we cant stop
my life has promised happiness
and all its givin me is lonliness
we're all just souls on sale
and our buyers are waiting for us to fail
so they can laugh at our screams
and watch us fall apart
ground into dust,
while we bleed and lust
for a better time when we
didnt have to have to see
the world for what it really is...
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
Parchment ThinYou left pencil lead bruises
smudged on my thin ivory skin,
your harsh fingers tracing the lace
of the baby doll lingerie
you pasted to my curves.
The angel wings
tied with tape around my shoulders
(the missing piece of innocence
you thought you could borrow)
weighed me down;
with flat eyes
and marker-blotted lips,
I watched you admire your handiwork.
A nimble flourish of knuckles later,
you slipped me between the plastic
of your photo album
and left my name dripping ink
in the corner--
just another parchment doll
too fragile for holding.
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
Goldfish OriginsGoldfish Origins
little feet patter against hardwood,
windows painted by jet clouds
adorned with light studs like earrings
as the children squeal and run,
swimming in and out every room
like a school of fish.
their arms play fins
and their lungs play gills
as time is laid to rest
with each step.
but as some younglings glide
in the waters of childish antics,
there is one that has strayed from class;
nearby, a teacher frantically
looks for the little girl lost at sea.
a field trip to an invisible building
now an adventure
to prevent a disappearing act,
waves of emotion spike
as the woman searches every corner
for some semblance of the mini hellion.
“Amber! Amber! Please say something, honey!”
Mrs. Johnson searches high and low,
from the closet to the dust-hugged kitchen;
the child is nowhere to be found,
and there is only place left to trawl.
the panicked teacher
throws the bathroom door open
in hopes of finally catching her student,
only to discover a lonely fa
darknessHave you ever woke up and you feel like their is darkness all around you?
You are battling your own mind
You have the worst thoughts go on in your head
Don't want to be around anyone
You feel like you are doomed
You think no one understands
Waking up in the darkness is not a good feeling
Try to think of a good place in your life and let the darkness fade
NighttimeCool and quiet while the world around sleeps,
Trees quietly whisper, sweet nothings undone...
As creatures of day retire to their keeps
No one around save the occasional someone...
Street lamps shed light on places often traveled
But cast shadows on those tar'd, chipped, and graveled.
The docit tones of crickets sing
A melodious nocturne as birds
Tuck their heads beneath wing.
Dark hands choke the sky, hiding the moon.
I stare up and watch, hoping it will end soon.
I plead to be reunited with the moons pale embrace
To feel its comforting rays illuminating this dark space
Staring across dark water a feeling rises
Growing out of my mind, a brief thought of chrisis...
I jump, plunging into the dark abyss
The cold dark water wrapping its wet absess
'Round my entire form, no fighting will save
Me from my move to choose this watery grave.
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