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Escape from the PoisonAn ocean of poison
Has gained hold of me
I've set off to new horizons
With the hope I'll be free
But storms stand in the way of
The escape from this misery
No longer I'll be holden
By the poison of the sea
You Ought To KnowNow you ought to know
How much I don’t show
To anyone or anything
Does that have a familiar ring?
Now, I bet you don’t know about my low self-esteem
And I’m sure you couldn’t tell me what it is that I dream
About late at night when everyone else is asleep
Because you’ve never taken time to venture into the deep
But you ought to know what I know
About how you’ve learned to grow
From your own dark past
Like I said, it would never last
I know why you cry all alone
And I know the meaning behind every little groan
I have opened all the doors that you shut so tight
But careful I will be to never let in the light
I think you should know that I am not mad
I just feel that your attitude can make me a bit sad
But this wind between us will not blow me away
Even though I’m upset, know that I’m here to stay.
To Fight the DarkFrom the light in my room,
I see the night outside
As it eats and consumes
On its treacherous ride
Everyone screams and cries
Giving into the night
None ever even try
To be brave for the light
There are those who stand,
I myself am included,
That won’t give into the hand
That won’t ever be deluded
Alone, we fight for days and weeks
Searching for a soul to share the pain
Once found, we can end the days so bleak
Once found, everyone will know our names
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
Screaming SomethingThere was something about your eyes
That just screamed “Save me!”
If you could only just scream out to.
Everyone to save you from.
There are just so many to save you
From. How I wish I could help.
I tried to look in your eyes and say to you
“Trust me! I can’t stand watching you hate it!
I could never stand watching you hate me!”
But your eyes went blank; I could see how
You stopped to look, no longer searching,
And you glared at me, knowing that I couldn’t
Look at you.
Broken, you watch as my heart is broken,
With a blank face and screaming eyes.
Painful words slither out of your mouth’s
Barely open like the tears that wanted to
Stream down your face, while you scream
Out your hate for the world, instead you
Mutter your hate for me, and I scream instead.
Broken pleas are all I can hear.
Far AwayI don’t see how you could want anything from me.
I’m cold and I’m gone and I won’t ever be
There for you, even though I know how you
Need me to; it’s what I want too.
But I’m lost in a land far away from all others.
It’s dark and unknown without my sisters and brothers,
So I scream out. Why am I lost in this way?
Why do I watch you all suffer and do nothing every single day?
I know that all that I am to the people around
Is a cruel twister of words who brings everyone down.
That’s all I am to me, at least.
But there are people who stick around this cruel beast.
So I can’t be all that terrible, right?
If so, why do I feel like a pitiably sad sight?
Barely Breathing: Version 2Blood drips down to the ground
I can barely breathe, the room spins around
My head is lost, fading far away
So it can jolt right back, and escape the fray
My body’s weak, losing strength bit by bit
In the back of this room which is barely lit
While she stands over me with a smile on her face
Mouthing the words, “You can’t escape from this place.”
Gasping for air while the tears flow from my eyes,
I try to scream at her to forgive all my lies
But her head only shakes, and I understand what that means
I can see the pitiful look as on a wall she leans
I can barely breathe, can’t even scream her name
Even if I could, the results would be the same
So I lie on the ground and try to find my breath
Hoping that I might somehow escape death
Imagining SkyLet's stare at the ceiling
And pretend it's the sky,
Give shapes to the water stains
I'll make the walls disappear in my mind
And we'll bathe in the light,
Forget that the walls still bind
And that it's midnight.
Silent LoveI see through the windows of your soul
And although the silence has never been broken
And the words have never been spoken
Your eyes tell me all.
I never did feel as comfortable as I did with you
I know you felt good, too.
I won't forget your eyes open wide
To the beauty of a sunset tide.
When I needed you, you were always by my side
In the dark you were my guide
The best friend I could have,
You always had me in awe.
But your eyes, they warned me that friendship is all you could give,
I never thought you wouldn't forgive.
Now I spill my sorrow in room of black
But that won't bring you back.
The silence has been broken
And the words have been spoken
There are bars of steel on windows
And your eyes are telling me nothing at all.
CollectionI wanted her hands
oh those hands of
I delicately sawed
through skin and bone,
down where shy lilies
and I took them home
ExhaustionTired doesn't cut it
Sleep don't describe
Watch the clock
And wait for the end.
Don't start sweating,
The work's only begun,
Unfortunately for you,
Time stops for no one~.
So pick up your axe
And keep chopping away
The tree won't go
Until your arms fall and sway.
Trod through the heat
Thinking your benign thoughts
Watch me watch you
Tumbling down the hill.
For now we're rambling
It doesn't matter today
Let's be honest with each other
Exhaustion's just a play.
On a Shadow It occurred to me that
By a shadow's reckoning
I am the one that is cast.
And while his wakefulness
Is measured by the duration of the light
When we next meet I will have aged
And his emptiness is immortal.
Still our lives are so entwined
That we will wink out of existence together,
Swallowed by the greatest shadow of all.
I Am a PoetI am a poet, but who cares
I am a poet; that know one hears
I am a poet, from soul to hand
I am a poet; who but who gives a damn
I spit ink onto paper
I weave and twirl a pheasants feather
How countless are the pages I've gone through
Certainly in this library of scattered knowledge; not very few
I may whine, tear, and scream but don’t put me to blame
So many others had felt the same
I am a poet know one will Discover
I am a poet, words buried down under
I am a poet, clawing for air
I am a poet, my last words start with
I am a poet
Romantic ShitI never needed the romantic shit...
I'd rather have had a little respect.
Your set of pleasantries could not desguise
the way you treated me as a cheap object.
I think about all the lies you told
and how I was stupid enough to believe...
In a first moment, I really felt pain
now though, I feel relieved.
Your indiference towards my feelings
and the "I love you"s that were never true
are what come to my mind
every damned time I think about you.
The GrayI sit in the gray as you pull me each way.
It seems that your heart has a tendency to sway.
The black has become a familiar place.
The white, however, I can't seem to trace.
Of its existence, I am quite sure.
Perhaps it's mystery is apart of its lure.
I will not accept the darkness you cast.
I know this indecision cannot last.
Until you have your certainty I will count the days,
The days in which, I sit in the gray.
of course you were expecting
slow march of the box angel
clad monotonously in
a chorus of clipboards
curdling pitch between
their pursed lips
and resounding hammers
on your door
the postal service regrets
to inform you,
that this delivery is
not a gift- not
to be unwrapped, no,
for you, it is only
you feel like mixed
signing not your name
and ticking outside boxes
for nothing but
is delivered to you
love is a gift
you think as you hold
only a parcel
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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