SlowlyWhen I found you,myself I asked:what good have I done to deserve you?Now I know you saved mejust to kill me slowly,and deserve it I do.
I Won't SpeakI'm sorry; I won't speak, lestyou know how I feel, orfeel how my heart aches,in silence, and conceals howmuch I care for you, and thethings that I go through:should I drown in my fears, orspill my heart to you?
Goodbyedo you remember?you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"For six seconds I paused, then I said:Some of us ..love more than we hate,laugh more than we cry,work harder than we play, butlive before we die.Some of us don't. And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
The Rulers of the SeasonsAphrodite, my dearest epitome of springtime,Quaffing flowery flares as your dark storm clouds climbSelfish vanities flooding April's chromaticity outEre Apollo's hideous glare shines your May bleached with droughtThe golden summer that Ra mercilessly allowsOppressing heat beats the precious sweat off of your browFor every child caught giggling with sunlight in their lungsAnother meets black Anubis with thirst on their tonguesAs Morigan's autumn, swift as the crow fliesAllowing leaves to stop their begging to dieKnowing change is welcome, killing all she holds dearUntil even Bile`'s cold grasp starts shaking with fearLoki breathes laughter with a wintery chillFreezing time with a blanket and life going stillHis mischievous snowflakes dancing o'er the landUntil they are melted by Freyja’s impassioned hand
3. Betrayal"You'd betray your clan?"The voice was all to familiar to her ears. Truth recognized the accuser to be the head Blindwalker. He sounded angry - furious, even. "What is the meaning of your running, coward?!" he barked.Truth's eyebrows narrowed at the word "coward", her expression turning from shock to irritation. Though many things, she knew with every fiber in her being she was definitely not a coward. "Perhaps," she replied in the calmest tone she could muster. "You should take care of how you speak.""Do not patronize me, traitor." he replied, words filled with venom. "You run from your duties and responsibilities; I have every reason to call you such.""Hm," Truth mumbled in an amused tone. "I do not recall swearing an oath to you or your 'clan'. I have no responsibilities to them, and certainly not to you.""Ha! You think yourself wise, Truth?" he mocked. "You gave up your eyesight as payment to be one of us. Now, you must fulfill your rightful place in Imaheral."She roll
Fallen AngelHow can you pick others up,if you don't know how to fall?How can you break the barrier,how could you crack that infernal wall?How can you give them hope,if you haven't experienced despair?If you've never been selfish,how can you try to share?How can you come to their aid,answer their desperate call?How can you pick others up,if you don't know how to fall?
I've ForgottenWhen she diedI tied a knot in my stomachso I would rememberbut I've been so busytrying to remember her dyingI forgot how to forget.I've forgottenhow to let go -and the doctors saidthey would cut me openand snip her outa blade between the bowsand she,and the pain, would be gonebut I've forgottenhow to let go -and I still don't want to.
.i feel in a languagei don't understand,and the wings of the bird in my kitchen, theywon't get to feel the sky anymore -and sometimes doesn't it feel good?to put two fingers round the neckof a flower andsnap,hear the petals scream fortheir withering limbs,then start choking(instinct)
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,and he is the little boy who grew upmendingtreating,lovingbroken things.
Spirit silver. (2012-11-14)So it seemsThe snow falls diligently;blinding autumn grassand making its fair canvas.So it seemsThe shy chirp of birdonly wants for the warm and rest;pallid yet holding its beauty.And so it seemsThe sparkle of spirit silverMakes for better reason;the smiles cast upon our face.So it seems...So it seems.
AloneIt is quite funny how something simple,So simple in both nature and action,Can make you feel so utterlyAlone.Something simple likeYour friends all having time to be togetherBut no time to be with you.Something simple likeYour friends smiling and laughingWhile you fight the unhappiness inside youThat they don’t seem to notice.Something as simple asNot being invited to a partyBecause they “exceeded the limit they could invite.”Something as simple asAlways following behind, one step awayBut as you slow to a stopThey don’t turn to make sure you are still okay.It is quite angering and upsettingTo always have to wonder why.Why it seems like you aren’t important enoughTo keep them company.Why you will never be good enoughTo truly be their friend.Why you will always be left behindWhen you want so much to take part in it.Why you are always just “average” enoughTo never make a lasting impression.How is one supposed to beMagni
My LoveI love you...Your broken mess,Your heartlessnessYour selfish might,Your bitter lightYour broken hope,Your suicidal ropeYour dried up tears,Your painful yearsYour endless struggles,Your loveless cuddlesYour numbing emotion,Your lack of devotion...I love you.Despite it all.
NothingI heard someone sarcastically sputter,"You are what you eat."But hearing that sole sentenceallowed me to finally understandwhy I amwhat I am:Nothing.
RelapseHere we go again.Another scratch,Another panic attack,Just when I thought I was done.Well, ain’t it fun,To be a nervous wreck?Only I’m a big kid now.Seventeen.Too oldTo be the residentDrama queen.Nobody caresWhen you’re not beautiful.God, I sound emo.And so maybe I am(by definition, at least)But I feel like a sham –What am I to you?Would you careIf I lived out my dark little fantasies?Got swallowed by the dark seas,Of my soul?Would you careIf I went back to the bladeThat you forbadeMe to seek solace in?If you knew what went on in my head,A million different waysTo make me dead,Would you tell me to just‘Not feel down’ anymore?If I could stop feeling this way,Believe me,I would.Stop thinking like this?If onlyI could.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeMaybe you want them to seeMaybe you want them to care aboutHow you’re lost and lonely me.Maybe you want them to askMaybe you want them to knowMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your happiness is a show.Maybe you want them to quietMaybe you want them to listenMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your blood does glisten.Maybe you want them to leave youMaybe you want them to dieMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your life’s just a lie.
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidStarved of hope.I'm just that cutterReaching for rope.I'm just that dumb blondeReading all night.I'm just that cowardBleeding for a fright.I'm just that childWithout care.I'm just that girlWith messy hair.I'm just that burnerWanting to be cool.I'm just that geekScared of school.I'm just that emoSmiling with glee.You're just another droneBut you'll never be me.
I'm left with hope.I know it happened once, but it left me scarredI won't give up, but I'm still afraidBut I will be brave, I just hope it won't happen againBecause I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the painIt feels like all I can do is hope, for the best days.
All I WantI want someone to talk toit may not sound like muchbut its all I want of youI want to never be aloneto never be forced to hearthe silent creaks of my homeI want someone to share with meto give me the pieces of their daythrough tiny conversations, and hearty storiestill there's nothing left to sayI want someone to stay with meon those many cold nightswhen the only thing that can keep me warmare their sweet whispered delightsI want someoneit hardly matters whoto stick with meand stay with me throughthe transgressions of my daysthe weaknesses of my souland share the same with memake me feel whole I want to someone to talk tosomeone's whose hand I can clutchAll I want is a true friendSurely that isn't too much
Bury Me with Your ReasonsMaybe I'm crazyto think I could be loved.All the time wasted searchingbeing pushed and shoved.Just a race for others, all about the funexcept for me it's aboutsurvival and a loaded gun.Twisted self induced torturethat goes on for days,lonliness to que the music.What they've saidplays,"You're too fat,you're too white.I'm too shallow,it doesn't feel right.You're like a brother,just another guy,maybe in the future.."Maybe's just a lie."You're too much drama,it's all about the karma.It's your crazy mama, besidesyou'll find another girl."Screwed up promise"You're a little on the short endjust being honest.I just like flirting sowhy do you have ruin it?I need youlike I need a kleenex.I'm sure that's okay,blow you offand throw you away.I think I like youso why do you love me,and I crush on other guysso I guess you're crazy"...Yeah I guess I'm just crazy.
TormentedI gave you my heartYou tore it apart.You split it in twobecause you, love you.
On WritingWrite for todayAnd like it’s allThat’ll be left of youTomorrow.Never write for popularity.Write with clarity, but‘Don’t make everything said’.Write a million things;An ode to the voiceInside your head,An elegy for the living,A carpe diem for the dead.Write to tellPeople goingThrough hell,To just keepGoing;They’ll find a way out.Don’t write for approval,Or judgement;That way misery lies.Poetry can’t be judged,Not properly –It’s subjective,Different toDifferent eyes.Write for yourself;Doesn’t matter if it’sGood enough forAnyone else.You’ll never be Shakespeare.But he’d neverHave been you;Pour your heart into it,That’s the bestThat you can do.
SorrowThrough sickness and health,poorness and wealth,real love is usually known.But we, my dear,share nothing but sorrow:cry together, smile alone.
It's beautiful, keep writing whatever comes to your heart