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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
Broken, Blasted, and Ruin.Broken, Blasted, and Ruin.
It's time to pick up the pen again.
Because Poems are your only friend
Even with all that money you send.
Does she even know a thing about you?
Do you believe her words to be true?
But she hates everything you do.
So that's why you have dirty deeds to hide.
And it kills you deep inside.
But there are somethings you can't leave behind.
Because if you did you would be broken
But she isn't a worthless token
So should you let your love be spoken?
But you're really asking the wrong guy.
Don't ask me why
Because I'll just lie.
Will we be married? Nope
Sorry girl, but I'm not a dope
Because long ago I gave up on hope.
When my heart was destroyed in a blast
It didn't go fast
Only after a few years had past
But I tell you I only had one goal
And that was to be whole
But I found out that I had no soul.
Because I was under a spell
Or thrown into a well
Or locked up in a cell
By some evil witches
Or maybe bitches
Sometimes it switches
And I don't want to sound cruel
Look, their screaming at me
Why can't they see
That I just want them to let me be
I wish I could be free of this place
But I need to run this money race
Otherwise I won't see a smile on her face
And there's only so much I can take
Before I will break
And I'm nothing but a fake.
I act like a I care
But my minds not there
Even if I'm pulling out my hair.
I know we were wrong
But for how long
Will you go on and on
Because I have other things to do
Other then listening to you
Yet you scream to your face is blue
You act so bad
You act so sad
You act so mad
But you're like a child
That was born in the wild
Like you've been reviled.
You have to prove you're a man
You're doing all you can
But you don't understand
I'm not listening anymore
Like I told you before
I don't care, so there's the door.
My Greatest SinMy Greatest Sin
This is not my first sin
And the thought of you knowing gets under my skin
But my soul was never someone who could win
And your not the first girl
To be at the center of my world
And you won't be the last to see me hurl
Because maybe one day I'll get over you
Maybe I should give myself a clue
But I stick to you like glue
So that's why I'm drinking this beer
So okay, it's Smirnoff my dear
But it's what's near
And my dear friend
Why am I writing this poem again?
When you won't read it in the end
Well god only know
And I just go with flow
Because I have nothing else to show
And I just don't fuckin understand
Why this emptiness is able to lead me by the hand
And I'm so ashamed that I can't call myself a man
And you act like you know me
But what do you see?
When your always down on your knees
And not in a sexual way
But you like to pray
So what does God have to say?
What kind of man does he have for you?
Can he ever love you like I do?
Oh I see his faith is true.
Of course i
Onna no HitoOnna no hito
I think I wanted to ask her to dinner
But I know that I could never win her
But that's because she wants a preacher
And I'm just a man at a bar
Who doesn't know how to drive cars
And I don't believe in shooting stars
Nor can I pretend to believe in a dream
Because I always remember what they mean
And she's too sweet like ice cream
But ice cream gives you cavities
And even if I say please
She would never want to be with me
So it seems I've repeated that idea twice
But I wanted to make sure you knew this poem wasn't nice
Because it may be ninety outside, but she's cold as ice
And it doesn't matter how hard I try
Oh all the sweet lies
I'm still just only a man who can't fly
So dj please put on some blues
Because that's color of my soul and is sure does glow
But she will never know
Because she so vain
And It always rains
When there's pain
She lives her life like she's on the top
And the heart ache it doesn't stop
And I feel like I constantly falling in a hundred foot drop
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
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
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
The Millionth Poem About YouThe Millionth poem about you
How many poems have I written about you?
Why do I do the things I do?
But this isn't something new.
I use to be smart
Back when I had a heart
But did I have one from the start?
I don't recall
But I don't understand you at all.
I got your back against the wall
Or is that actually me
I just really can't see
How is it to be free?
Because I'm under you spell
Trapped in a well
Locked in a cell
Nothing more than your toy
Does it bring you joy
Do you remember a boy name Troy?
He call himself a man
But he struggles to stand
Reaching blindly for your hand
But your never there
Not like you would ever really care
Why does he leave his heart bare?
What does he have to say?
He can't help but feel this way?
But that's not okay
Because he remembers your name
And he still feels the same
You got him tame.
He has your number in his phone
And whenever he's alone
His heart turns to stone
As he stares at the small screen
He wonders if this is a bad dream
But that would just be
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