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Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!
What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?
Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!
You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!
I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!
Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie
Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.
There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.
There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.
There's still plenty of
The EscapistIt is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h
Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary
The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings
My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life
my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermore
Black winged angel flying nevermore
My guardian angel wondering in the abyss
I wish I did not miss
My guardian angel forever more
Haunting me to the core
Making me go insane
Forever in pain
Of my eternal pains
Leaving my emotions behind
My love denied
Abandoned for life
Waiting for my knife
To redeem my self
My inner self
Living in my own despair
Wanting to repair
So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment
Her future, paved in the cement
She laughs, so beautiful
A shaky breath, so wonderful
That was what she was,
But all that's turned to dust
On the outside, she doesn't seem bent
Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents?
Don't be fooled by what you see
On the inside, she may be ugly
Nothing left but the will to breathe
Sweet smiles, valentines
Heart cracks, with the stroke of time
Nothing left, her home is a lie
Wounded hopes, a dream that has died
Only a breath, so you know she's alive
I don't know you enough
To even know your last name
But I do know that you've had it rough
As I have felt the same
But you've suffered more in your distress
Making my past sorrows
Seem nothing more than a jest
Knowing atonement heralds tomorrow
Even so, I know the pain
And the committal to aid
In my heart has lain
Of course, if you desire it made
My heart, I swear, broke
When I heard of your troubled emotions
And the stress driving you to provoke
And this stayed in my notion
Maybe I could give comfort
Make the past easier to overlook
Together, rid of our contorts
And be each other's retreating nooks.
Whence To WhereYou surprise me and confuse me,
And make me love you more.
The brightness may undo me,
The darkness I adore.
There's so much grey,
And so much pain
That brings rejuvenation.
I fall and sink,
But then I blink
Whence to where is what I asked,
But much is coming clear.
My sadness fading here at last,
And with it all my fears.
You've brought me out,
How can I count
The times you've soothed my soul?
From where I was,
You may become
The star that leads me home.
Light and dark will mold and mix
Till grey is what I see.
A calming sight that seems to fix
What once was wrong with me.
GenderGender was complicated
for me at least.
Unlike the others
it wasn't so black
a very large scale
filled with shades
I wanted the
that men obtained
by nature. I ached
for the clavicles
that showed whether
you were average
I desired the chiseled jaw,
the strong arms
that could make
any girl feel
the deep voice that
could make her
the right words.
I longed for
the graceful walk
that females could master
The soft voice
that could make any man
question his feelings.
I needed the long fingers
Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost
Upon a stone in exile deep
Beneath the great earth’s hardened crust
Where fires rage inside the sea
Much too far for father sky
To see the rock where The Devil lie
As he lamented, sullen, weary
Expression that of sorrow true
A Thing appeared, and very clearly
Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb
The grin that danced upon his face
Found hell to be the quaintest place
The thing approached and asked him kindly,
“Why do you mourn your banishment?
All the land above I see
But I’ve never seen an armament
So well hidden from my mighty eyes
Which see all things as they live a
Glass HeartFragile hearts that beat for love,
Seem to never get enough.
Encased in a glass that’s stained with red,
A reminder of the blood it’s shed.
Over the years it has hardened from pain;
Careful to ever love again,
But some memories are engraved in gold,
Reminding the heart of what love can hold;
The promises behind just one kiss;
The little moments you know you’ll miss.
The empty ache subdued by an embrace;
Causing your fragile heart to race.
The rare confessions that are only heard by some,
Gazing in the eyes of the hopeful one.
The memories that form a smile on your face,
Caresses on soft skin that leave a trace.
The LiarWhen I found out the truth
The filthy thing under the bed
I screamed and howled
And learned to hate;
For the truth was biting
Bitter and cold
Like a burning hailstorm
That I wished had never unfold
I kept a secret
Told a lie
I spoke words of hatred
Felt something wilt and die
The world was faux
An unattainable fantasy
Hopes were fed to monsters
In my blood that cried blasphemy
I don't think you knew
Because you'd hate me if you did
To know our common blood was false
Of me, you'd surely rid
So I cut you off first
Then you'd never have the chance
To look under the bed
And pierce me through with a lance
I destroyed you first
So I'd not be
Dear FutureDear future,
Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?
Where the sun once shone
Where I once laughed
Where the rain of my eyes
Poured down on my lap
Turned my face scarlet
And melted my mask
Does the sky still look the same?
Its brilliant blue
Screaming my name
Lending me wings so that I may fly
Pulling my feathers
And watching me die
Heartbroken, and crumpled upon the ground
Breathing faint words
In gasping sounds
Does its beauty still torture me so?
Please, dear future, I yearn to know
Am I merely the words from some distant shore?
Am I a memory, or something more?
Does the snow fall when the sun goes missing
Or does it mere
Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.
And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.
Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at
LostYou sit there on your high horse,
Judging all those that you see.
You don't know me, of course,
How dare you apologize for me!
To you, I am just star-gazed,
Hiding from what is real.
In a fantasy, lost and crazed,
You have no clue what I feel.
Only I know what has happened,
The many times he and I have met.
The look into each others' eyes,
Is not something I can forget.
You say that I don't know him,
But he sings from within his soul.
Touching me in my deepest core,
It's not something I can control.
Love is not something planned,
Or something I take lightly.
Whether I'm near him, or alone.
It's always shines so brightly.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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