Left but not forgotten
Aches and pains duly noted
left behind and rotten
Summer stole what winter found
left behind not a sound
We all move on
we all move on
left behind a clue
I will wait for you.
Painted.Awful, just awful
look how the flowers bloom
speaking as an elder
although their life is new
Wisdom is rarely passed
yet to those who learn it well
they win at life's game
Knowledge is a power too fierce for eyes to find
yet for those who cannot get it
they often end up blind
ignorance isn't bliss
to the beggar on the street
stupid isn't nice
for a man too fat to feed
children laying dead are happy for the peace
wealthy are complaining about the blisters on their feet
happy isn't there for those who will not see
and happy isn't there for those who won't believe
The flower may have nothing
yet have something more then I
they have a innocent look
on a dreadful life
look here,now see
the mirror is broken,true
but all I really see
are reflections of you
here now,here now take will of what I tell
We all may have our troubles
but I haven't painted,white, my hell.
But you'd never see it.I am not fear
no I am red
I am not sorrow
no I am black
I am not chaos
no I am calm
A fire that doesn't burn
A pain that fades with time
A love undesired
A filthy lie
I am rage and I am pure white
just as sin.
Cause..I pray aloud to the world
To the powers that are around us
I pray for a while
And I pray for you
Lie in comfort not in pain
know you are loved
Live for the moment and not for the fears
Life for love and live for us
I ask for nothing but hope
I beg for life and another year
all I can do is pray
and hope death feels sympathy just once
If the clock's run out
know that I prayed
Know that I prayed until my blood and tears stopped.
Know that I love you and always will
Please come home safe
cause I prayed
please don't go
cause I prayed
I already lost one
so you can't leave
cause I prayed.
Am ISafe In the Water
Safe in the water
Safe in the water
Waves up on shore
swallow me whole
Safe in the water
drag me to the deep
Safe in the water
Dark and Mysterious
Blue and Enchanting
Safe in the water
Disgusting and Filthy
Black and Consuming
Safe in the water
To be lost to the waters
or dry up on land
know what I'm missing
or content with what I have
Safe in the water?
That I am.
I supposeLonely is the heart that weights
Unload Hypocrisy and see underneath
Is unkindly manners just?
Not much be done for those who deny
not much be done for those who cry
but all be done for a grin.
Pleasantly leave me
faces mock my scorn
black is the cup I hold
gold is the liquid
Is poisonous how they sing
is poisonous how we believe
deathly ill life makes
Suppose but ah that is a mistake
never assume to know each corner of a maze
Love but do not fall
Falling deeper then within
Lonely was the heart that waited
New lightShe wears a white gown, silky and beautiful.
The room is quiet and her thoughts drift to the past. It's OK though since she's made her peace with it.
The face she saw so many times appeared again, his face, the dark purple eyes that held as much sadness as she once did. The smile shared in a halfhearted kiss when they ravished each others bodies.
All fragile and preserved memories.
She puts on her face, Make up covering glowing skin, next she slips on her silver heels and light veil and stands. Tear fell before she could stop them. None were of sadness as she only felt glory as a dream was reflected in the mirror. Interrupted by her fathers knock and entrance she is soon given the signal it was time and followed arm and arm towards her dream.
Music arose as well as the audience as she glided down the isle. She held her breathe seeing happiness all around. and her new angel waiting for her at the end.
Still her mind pulled back to those memories...memorie
havent done this in a whileI use to wear a shadow to hide away my sins
hide the pain of the mistakes burnt deep into my skin
Yet stranded here again back against the wall
sets a screen blasting through my past
as my heart began to fall
I felt the pressure of days gone
and how clocks do turn
my smiles braces every pain but peace is what my soul yearns
I glide through a valley unknown to such things
they wish to see me shatter but I will show no pain
these wounds are alive, parasitic eating me inside
but I carry on and shed not a tear
since salty sweet misery is just as a drug to me
I swore not to frown to live up to my life
bullet through the heartache and a knife to the strife
Living, Loving and fighting true is what I've been known to do
so listen once and listen twice, no soul should take it's own life.
DevouredFleeting love, It passes by
Cannot be seen by a naked eye
It is there in a moment
a shining blister of light
A freckle of reality
A tear in mid flight.
Where it came from...no one knows..
What's it's course....wheres it's goal
no one knows
but it's so rare a beauty by a name so sweet
it seemed that in a second
It's devoured me.
Letter to myselfCrying out into the night.
I yell my whispered dreams
the fairy float by laughing,cruel as it seems.
Is it foolish to believe that in one's self truth lies
or is it a fools dance to live within those lies
is ignorance your failure or is it your saint
Am I free from it or am I just a slave?
Shakled to my choices living life is grand
Should I thank the heavens or join satan's band
Neither suit me well, this limbo is my whim
Can it save me from love
or am I more bound to a simple little fate?
Wings of white glory can glitter in like gold
but it can only strengthen these shadow's hold
one against the other
balance,as it seems, is lost with in the tears
that formed this agony
I suppose we can care
join forces in the end
yet those broken families
will they ever mend
And this my letter true
to my future self
if lost within your fate
never lose yourself
for pain is bound to all
feelings come and go
though it's never right
listen to your heart
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)
I could give you armfuls of oceans, great
mountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,
a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chain
but you will always ask for a dormant volcano
and a star you can hold in your palm.
And I have tried to be that star, have tried to
combust bright enough, shrink small enough
but it is never enough for you. You kiss my
mouth with those carmine lips and swallow my
heartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glow
I glow and you go you go you go on stringing
me along a trail of crumbs, making me forget
that I am starving myself for your table scraps.
I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into your
answering machine, could fold dust columns that
fall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,
could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clattering
above your dreamcatcher and you would only ask for
a dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.
And I have tried to capture the tides and I have tried
to blow glass but my hands are clum
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veins
and you thought it was quaint,
so when I took shears to my jugular -
you wouldn’t help me cut them out.
You thought I’d be opheliac
if they bloomed, splashing white
into my already paling wrists.
Maybe you thought the perfume would purify me
and being a tragic heroine
would be better than just being tragic.
Their roots choked out my heart and
to my blood
as I died,
drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,
all I could hear
was you telling me that you loved
that I had Gardenias in my eyes.
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,
You observe the likeness of unknown features,
Condemning, curving your mouth with disdain
For the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.
The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,
Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to find
Utter compliance you seek,
Yet of vain dejection you only reek.
The enmity that guides your every line
Is but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.
Depart from the ignorance that compels you,
Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
DarknessThe disease came in the form of quiet, loving destruction.
It pulled me out to sea,
Waves crashing in on me from all directions.
It planted lilies in my throat.
Until I choked on
Roses and chrysanthemums.
It made my mind my own personal head stone.
Nothing but polluted words
The flowers made it sound so playful and innocent when I said,
'I am better off dead.'
You rage wars.
Tugging at the skin underneath my eyes.
Of a once friendly stranger's goodbyes.
Quiet and loving.
You made me fall in love with the velvet of your darkness.
The way you cloaked yourself around me.
You gave me the piercing control of a knife.
'Death isn't a disease. It is a solution.'
A solution to the dark abyss.
Nags at the back of my skull.
It makes my eyes dull.
The darkness loved my light.
It loved it so much,
It was a parasite.
It stole my sun.
Now I am just a super nova
Collapsing in on itself,
Until I, myself, become the black hole.
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badly
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.
She wears a crown upon her head,
And befriends the monsters under her bed.
She sings songs to birds.
But no one ever heard
Her cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.
Real world little girl.
She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.
Hoping to find
The same peace from when she was young.
And she's like water colors.
So soft, and easily washed away.
She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.
I found her hiding within her tower.
Far above the real world below.
She is so broken but never lets it show,
So desperate for some fairy tale ending.
She asked me quietly one day,
'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'
I thought for a moment before replying,
'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.'
'The world is grey.'
I heard her say one day.
As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.
Her voice sounded happy and sad,
All at once.
As she ripped away the last page
In her story book.
Your feelings are validI once read
that a teaspoon of matter
from a black hole
can weigh thousands of tons
so think about that
when someone tells you
your problem is no big deal
it may not look
like you have the weight of the world
upon your shoulders
but it sure can feel like it.
The Rogue FactorRise, fall, get up, stumble and run
it's getting harder to catch a breath
in this cloud of scorching lies you've shoved me in.
Stop right there, I am not following you again
you, the one who held a scythe to my throat,
had only brought me closer to a death I didn't cry for.
It's a price I've paid for having faith in
you, the one with blooming roses
and stinging, poisonous thorns.
Whose dreams was I chasing?
Were they yours, mine or
were they the illusions of a distant fall?
Heaven and Hell crossed at your feet
but you took the wrong turn and blindly led the way,
straight into a fire that welcomed me with open arms.
Doubt someone like you can atone,
you, the one with a habit of tearing souls.
Yet here I stand, and fight
against you, once and for all.
I grew tired of letting you take control.
I found a strength in a goal you can't claim,
my life and my work are no longer yours.
Hope shines bright you monster,
I'm not going to be a victim,
I'm not holdi
Eighteen Years OldTwenty years old, and unhappy with the world.
Twenty years old and threatening teenage girls.
Twenty years old and unsure of who you are.
Twenty years old and hiding behind keys
and a space bar.
At twenty years old, your anger gets the best of you,
at twenty years old, I'd hate to be you.
At eighteen years old, I feel sorry for you,
despite the amount of agony you've put me
Because the one who is the giver of your life
criticizes your appearance and your size.
Despite talking, and the gawking,
and all in between,
I know you're just a poor man suffering.
But you're twenty years old, and you should
You're twenty years old,
and you'll never understand this letter.
Fifteen years old, with the mind of a toddler.
Fifteen years old, and though I'm writing this,
I shouldn't even bother.
Fifteen years old, and you're already a professional stalker,
you're toxic, your disgusting, and a suicide blogger.
Fifteen years old, and life is a game, you can ruin people,
play with pe