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Escape this reality with your headphones
Even if her name is carved into your bones
Don't forget to write this poem
Because that's the only thing you can do
When the only color you can see is blue
And this loneliness sticks to you like glue
But you try to pull away
Hoping to find a way
But you end up with noting to say
And your mind drifts to her
And your hearts about to commit murder
And everything is really just a blur
Because you can't sing her song
And you can't play a long
Because you know it's wrong.
Because she'll see through your lie
And won't even ask you why
She'll just say bye.
First you'll have to change
And you might think this is strange
but this silly goal is out of range.
Second cut the sin out of your life
But the only tool you have is a dull knife
No wonder she'll never be your wife.
Thirdly you have to have a pure soul
And in order for that you have to be whole
So you'll never reach your goal.
Next you have to knock at her door
Beg and grovel on the floor
It's there.It's there
There's a lingering feeling in the air
It's making me and you dare
I wonder if it makes you care
I wonder if you ever think about me
Am I something you can ever see
Or am I just another annoying flea?
These thoughts run through my head
And I cringe at all the things I ever said
I wonder if it left you seeing red.
But that would mean I touched your emotions
Do you wonder if I'm drowning in your ocean
I wonder if I should start a commotion
I wonder if that would make you glance
Or will it possibly enhance
our chance of romance.
But I'm not on the same level as you.
But I could be up there too
I wonder if that's true.
Because I live in a world of sin
And I hide behind a fake grin
Do you ever wonder what's really within?
Can you look past a life that I've scorn?
Can you look past a heart that's been torn?
Do you even wonder why I look at animated porn?
Can you love someone who was never real?
Can you accept what I even feel?
Do you ever wonder about scars that can't heal?
A Ring, A Kiss, and a Broken Engagment.A ring, A kiss, and a Broken engagement
I had a dream the other day
And it touched me in an odd way
But I found it hard to say
Because it was rather bright
And there was only one thing in sight
And it was you Ms. Wright
And I felt like a king
Because you had something to bring
It was a simple ring
A kind of ring that came in a pair
But the other one wasn't there
But you didn't seem to care.
But you had a smile
And I felt embarrassed for awhile
And you could add this to your file
But you wanted that thing
And my engagement was a fling
Cause you were the true owner of that ring
And you wanted a simple kiss
And I could take the risk
And embark on this trist
But I woke up instead.
I shook my head
And dismissed what my dream said.
Because I already gave that ring
To an eternal spring
And I thought I didn't have to worry about a thing
But that was a cruel lie
Because that spring had to go and die
And I found myself asking why
Because I received a letter
That left me feeling cold even with a
The Closest I ever got.The Closest I ever got.
I had a dream a couple nights back
It was about what I lack
It reminded me of already known facts
I dreamed of her face
I dreamed we were in the same place
And there was no me, not a single trace
Instead it was something she wanted me to be
The fashionable and cool me
I wonder if I can ever be he
I stood up in front of her Congregation.
I talked about my salvation
I talked about my motivation.
She said it had been years
Since that I've been near
She couldn't help but cheer.
She dragged me to a closet
Held onto me like a precious locket
And we went off like a rocket
I tasted her lips.
I placed my hands on her hips
From her dress I took a dip.
I could feel her underwear
I was almost there.
Until I open my eyes and saw what the ceiling had to bare.
And I was brought to a reality cold
And the lingering feeling was quite old.
Even in dreams where I was bold.
I could never quite get it.
No matter how much I threw a fit
I still was only a worthless piece of shit.
Not Even in my DreamsNot Even in my dreams
I follow your post on facebook
I never leave a word only a look
I guess that makes me a crook.
But you look rather joyful
In a life you call wonderful
But I think I had my full.
Because I can't take it any more
I can't open your closed door
I'm tired of sleeping on the floor.
I'm tired of thinking about the choices
And listening to my doubting voices
While I watch you rejoice.
Yeah, I'm bitter and you don't have a clue
Because you can't see the invisible world of blue
So you should just keep on walking through.
Because I got nothing left for you in my heart
Your rejection made a piece of art
Or maybe a car that just won't start
Now I'm going to start calling you names
Because I'm just that lame
But your the one who fanned these flames
You're a bitch
An ugly witch
A dead snitch.
You're guilty of casting a devilish spell
You illegally locked me in a cell.
With a wink you through me down a well.
And occasionally you come back to laugh at me
And bring your friends to
I have a job with money
I have a beautiful honey
And the sky is still sunny
Yet I can't seem to smile.
In my head I walk miles.
And all my writing ends in a trash pile.
All these feelings in my head
All the sleepless nights on my bed
Everything I ever said.
What was it all for?
When they just ask for more.
I felt this feeling before.
I try to hide it behind a girl
Who I claimed to be my world
But I won't buy her a pretty pearl
It made me not text her for a couple of days
I really had nothing to say
But I end up texting her the third day anyways
Because I was tired of the gloom
And all this stupid doom
I felt like I was going to pop like a balloon
But she only said a few words
That wasn't heard
Because I'm not part of her herd
I can't dance around in the sun.
I can barely have fun
I would rather shoot myself with a gun.
But she will never know.
And as always I'll go along with the flow.
So, it won't show.
Because depression can be quite delightful
And sadness can be beautiful
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
I went to work today.I Went To Work Today
I went to work today
Yet, I thought of you anyway
I guess my heart has something to say
I saw a video of you on facebook
So I thought I should take a look
But that was just a baited hook
And I heard your voice
And I was about to rejoice
But you made the wrong choice
So, I'm like stuck here
Longing for you near
But the farther I get the more you cheer
Does making me depressed make you glad?
You're a good girl gone bad
Isn't that quite sad?
Yet you act like a star
Avoiding the bars
But I think I know who you are
I once had your faith
Now I'm nothing but a wraith
And no loving thing is safe
But you don't care
With that Self-righteous glare
Can't hide your disdain with your beautiful hair
I went to work today
that all I really want to say.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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