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Writting About LoveI had stopped
but now I've started.
and then it parted.
I had to stop it.
Love, that feeling
I never caught it.
I've never known it.
So then how
can I write about it?
Cause love came
and then it parted.
It somehow left me
so freakin' clouded.
That's why I
had to stop it.
So then I stopped
but again I've started
My Rabbit HoleAlice has a rabbit hole,
Did you know I have one too.
Her's is filled with happiness and wonder,
Mine, I don't think you want to know what mine is filled with.
My little white rabbit
Is a little black girl.
She's got the prettiest brown eyes
And the cutest little smile.
It draws you in,
She makes you her friend.
And then, when you let your guard down,
And you think you know her,
Down the rabbit hole you go..
Stuck there just like me,
Theres no way out.
She becomes your worse nightmare, Her eyes, go from the prettiest brown, To the darkest black,
It all hits you like a rock,
Everything around you is darkness,
When I said there was no way out,
I don't know where the exit is,
And if you were here,
The way that girl makes you feel,
Will be over powering,
All you'll want to do is die.
But if you think your strong enough
To over come that,
Then I'll give you a hint
That little girl,
She has a house,
It's where s
Skin Deep He told me my beauty's only skin deep,
told me he wished he had never been with me,
told me that now he can see the real me,
the mosterous beast that many can't see.
He said he can't see whats so good about me,
said he can't understand what the others all see,
said he hopes my friends all turn on me,
and that he hopes his words put a spear through me.
He explained that his love was real and my was only fake,
explained how he would give and I would only take,
explained that this was all the B.S. that he would take,
then said if it was llegal he would drown me in the lake.
I dont know if it is true,
dont know how I should take it,
dont know if I should chang
Outsider He's not from around here
He's different from us
The words he speaks are different
And hard to understand
His skin is different too
Also the shape of his face
He stands out in a crowd
Of people that are like me
Everyone hates him
because he's different from us
But he doesn't care
He doesn't care because he's different
I like that he's so different
I wonder if he can tell
I wonder if I stand out
In a crowd to him
I wonder if he thinks i'm different
I wonder if he understands me
Home Sweet HomeIt looks like a warm family home, from the outside, doesn't it?
...Well, I guess it's good you can't see the inside.
Because it's stained on the walls,
You can taste it in the food,
Feel it on the rug
The outside, is just a curtin, an act we put on
On the inside, you can see how we really feel....
......You can hear it, in our words,
see it, in our eyes,
And tell, by the way we walk
We all feel the same thing,
We just, see it in different ways,
We, tell it differently
Well, What do I see you ask?
I, see that its all my fault
It's my fault, She's not happy
We'er All The SamePretty or ugly,
We'er all the same,
There's no one to blame,
You can't be perfect,
You're not insane,
You just have flaws,
We'er all the same,
Short or tall,
Cool or lame,
Don't get mad cause,
We'er all the same,
We all are one,
One in the same,
All on this earth,
All in such pain,
Don't cry today,
Or tomorrow away,
Just accept the fact,
We'er all the same.
The sounds echo in my head,
Of everyone aronund me
or is anyone really there,
I can't see any faces just their silhouettes,
I feel like I'm getting smaller
like I'm not really here,
Everyone passes around me
like they can't see that I'm there,
Can you hear me,
Can you see me,
Can you feel my lonesome pain,
Can you help me,
Can you save me,
or will you just pass me here in vain,
Silhouettes pass around me,
Looking, talking and not giving a care,
Walking on me and through me,
mocking me in their pairs,
Walking two by two,
Pointing, laughing never even stoping,
My heart feels so impaired.
I am ....I am ....
Should be a poem about
How strong I am
What I've been through
And what I've endored
How it's made me stronger
And how my heart keeps beating on
How they try to break me down
But I just keep holding on
But in truth
I am .....
break down every change I
Every mistakes feels just like
Messing up not just me life
but others to
I can't help it I am.....
Just a dumb ass fool
Don't tell me otherwise
Don't say that I'll get stronger
Don't tell me to dry my eyes
that it won't last any longer
My skin A chocolate Brown My skin
It makes me who I am
different from others yet still the same
It is filled with the scars from my childhood
Bringing back memories everytime I see them
It lowers peoples expections of me
making me want to work harder
It shows where we've come from
and how far we're gonna go
It is a rich chocolate brown
" The darker the chocolate the richer the taste"
It is what I'm most proud of
It is what makes me, me.
Why Do You Sleep?Why Do You Sleep?
I sleep to escape the bitterness reality has to offer
I sleep so from pain I wont have to suffer
I sleep to calm my unrested soul even for a while
I sleep to get myself to dream and smile
I sleep so I wont have to say goodbye
To the same thing that makes me laugh and cry
I sleep so I can continue loving with all my heart
Perhaps in my sleep we will never be apart
If in my dreams you can return my love too
Then I wont have to wake up and be blue
If in my dreams we can be together
I would sleep forever.
(c) 9/21/2009 9:46:27 AM
PainlessWas there much pain?
When I ripped out your heart?
And placed it beside your empty eyes,
Watching the world erupt in brilliant darkness?
Was there much pain, my love,
When I broke your heart?
And left you crying under the bridge of the
Train where he had first fell in love?
Was there much pain,
I'm sure they said there wasn't
Going to be any, judging from how large
that damn syringe is.
Was there much pain,
When you cut your wrists?
And let the blood flow from the depths
Of your heart, spilling all over the kitchen floor?
Was there much pain,
Because Novocain won't cure headaches
Or heartbreaks caused by a mental
Wound of the heart.
Was there much pain?
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboard
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
Your Beautiful SmileYour smile lights up my very soul
And ignites what has gone out far too long ago
Your eyes blaze with the sun
Your beauty is unique, unlike anyone
You're too cute to just look at
For full effect, stare and never look back
Time is precious, when it's spent with you
You give me something to cherish and look forward to
Perhaps you already knew
But I really like you
So smile for me, you know it's true
So I Guess I Should Let You GoSo I guess I should let you go?
It's not like you're holding on, I feel you slipping away.
I guess that's for the best.
We never really belonged, did we?
We never really made sense, we never really fit.
We come from two different worlds, two different sides of the same coin.
Our relationship would have been difficult, hard, and it would end.
That would break us both.
So letting you go should be easy, I mean you did it easy enough.
Let me go, walk away, you made letting you go easy.
You made letting you go simple, you made the idea possible.
You changed, I don't recognize you anymore, I miss you.
I don't want to let you go.
But as you slip further and further from my grasp.
When you walk farther and farther away.
You make it too hard to not let you go, you make it harder and harder to hold on.
If you hadn't let me go first.
If you would have taken the chance before walking away.
You could have had me, but you just keep walking.
You walked away like everyone else, but I'm going to be sil
What You've DoneDo you realize what you've done?
You have given me hope,
A hope that might never come true.
It hurts soo much, I dont know what to do.
Its squeezing my chest so hard I cant breath,
I never cry.
But when it comes to you-
Even if its a single tear,
It still hurts.
Why cant it go away,
Its tearing me apart.
So please just make it stop
Before my hopes get too high
Writing. It isWriting.
It is a cure for emotional expression through many a metaphor, and play on words. It is a bleeding wound that one's true colors run out. Where all can see, but in time it will become infected and you shall grow ill with this disease.
If you wish to cease then I am afraid you are too late for even if you stop your written word the thoughts shall haunt your head. Writing, in all its beauty and darkness is a sickening bastard who shall not leave you. If you want to stop go ahead, but know this. I have tried many a time and yet I always return. To the one I love, to the one I hate.
For the passion for writing is far too great.
Past, Present, Future to deathYesterday:
I lived in sin,
This is the path
Where hell begins
My tears have dried,
I am no longer
Able to cry
My life will end,
Suicide will become
Instrumentalyour hand slides down
the ridge of my spine,
fingers plucking each
vertebrae like the
strings of your guitar,
my body curling like
a treble clef.
a slow hidden melody
hums beneath our skin,
rising and falling with
each pianissimo sigh
your mouth whispering
quarter notes against
my clavicle as the
music rises to an
conducted by your
skillful hands, breaking
over our heads in a
and i have always
been partial to
its a risk im willing to takeLove
Sometimes its hard to distinguish
between the two
but it's hard....
not to be attracted to someone
with such beauty and strength as he
specially when he makes laugh
and smile when i don't feel
To him it's lust
for me it's love
I take him in because I'd rather it'd
be me than some other girl
I know I'll get hurt
but for him it's a risk I'm willing
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