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
Washed away.His lips were
so long drowning
in the weight of
didn't know what
calm seas felt
(breath slowly, slowly, slowly
was all they ever said.)
empty shores, his
body lay broken
on the sands at
in two and lips
still bitter blue,
but this time there
movement as the
waves lay weeping,
(and the lonely sailor
wandered forevermore, never
again to touch the distant shore.)
PerfectionYour ego wants.
It is sometimes disguised
as your heart
or your mind.
YOU don't want.
you simply A R E
Your worldly desires tell you
that you could be
when everything you need
you already have.
Dirty Brother KillerMy bro...
He believed that
You were good...
But I know the truth...
You enjoy seeing us die,
Covered in the color crimson,
While laughing at us,
Screaming in pain,
All of us cared,
And even loved you.
But after Papyrus-
In this very moment...
You're going to hell...
And there's nothing...
That will stop me from doing it...
DIRTY BROTHER KILLER!
n.i.in the mornings i wake
like faded candlelight -
soft and unsure, blown by the wind
from the open window because
the heat resides within the bedframe and the
in the mornings i pray for lights-out
and an empty sink to share
my dreams with before
morning becomes day
and day becomes lonely in the flash
of the sunlight seeping
'round the blackout curtains.
some days i want to sleep forever
and only wake when
everyone is comatose within
their dreams; i want to be the ghost
that causes chills in the night
so i can say i made others
(because i feel so much i've gone
some days i wish i could
speak ten languages -
maybe then i could stop the st
stutter in my breast
and the hitching in my heart
at the thought of
maybe learning ten tongues
would let me learn to whisper in the night
about how my dreams haunt me
and i, them - i am
my own bogeyman
and i think i've missed a breath
or three trying to figure out what
if only for the night.she did not
want love, she wanted
thorns twisted in her
digging into the
sharp metal. she
needed to b r e a k
people. and she had
the devil in her
eyes and death on
i knew by the
way she wrapped her
hands around my
wrists she could
destroy me. sn / ap my
bones at will but
she never did and
the blue of her eyes
we spent one night
staring at the
on paper-skin and
pretending to be
artists of the universe
just to feel
(before she left we
lay side by side at dawn with
our chests splintered.)
your words drip with crimson
as you bite your lip;
you always liked to pretend
you held the strength of metal,
and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper
trickling down your throat-
what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain?
hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater,
I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes
and your fists held clenched;
I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines
into the palms of your hands,
like the ones painted on back roads and highways-
I’m worried where you plan on going
viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words
tangle on your trainwrecked-tongue,
I can’t help but wonder how many puddles of salt
soak your sodden pillowcase from sleepless nights;
I know you’ve always liked to swim,
but this time darling- can you leave the water in the ocean?
I bet there’s charcoal clouds
gathering on your bed sheets-
an aftermath of the fire burning
Depression Isn't RealDepression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear?
Depression isn’t true!
Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...
Just maybe not for you.
your poemyou tell me on a thursday that you can’t find
the god inside of yourself anymore, that
you think that you are finally
too much honeycomb and not enough human
because lately everything has been slipping
through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can
keep holding yourself together anymore.
if today is the day that you look
at the stars and you no longer
feel their burn beneath your bones,
i will show you the blanket i tried to make
when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know
about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit,
but i do know the basics,
and that’s that everything in the universe
is composed of strings that somehow
loop onto each other infinitely.
so whenever you feel like you’re
walking a tightrope without a safety
net below you, know that you are
thousands of tightropes strung together,
and one fall will not kill you.
i have never told you about the way
i can feel my pulse skitter to a stop
in my wrists whenever i hear you laughing
a list of things colleges don't want to know1. i have a cactus named atticus that i bought
on the day i thought i was going to die,
and i never forget to water it, not
even when i forget how it feels
to breathe without my lungs rebelling
against my brain.
2. sometimes talking feels like walking on gravel
in a Georgian summer heat.
i try to keep talking anyway,
and hope that eventually
my voice will lose its softness and grow calluses.
3. once, a man whistled at me
outside of a grocery store from
the safety of his car.
four years later, i still haven’t stopped looking
over my shoulder.
4. i drive too fast and i take turns too sharply
and i never put enough sugar
in my tea and i could probably survive
on watermelon alone. i’m left handed
and once taught myself to write only in capital
letters to piss off my seventh grade english teacher.
5. i have never felt closer to my father
than when we stayed
outside till two a.m. in november and watched
a meteor shower.
6. there are some things
i don’t think i’ll ever