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Lost againLooking through the glass
Somewhere I haven't been
A new adventure tonight
between sunlight and mist
I am no longer in
the shadows of hell
A seeker is sought
to place me right
bring me the sunshine
leave the darkness behind
Those skeletons that clatter
let them fall to
the room let them
A dagger aimed to
the heart that is
mine alone not for
you to own
Who can not feel!
Let the color of
Hate flow through you!Right into the palm of my hand!
I will throw those words back at you...
You shake like you are about to cry
I know all your flaws
Your weaknesses are mine
So go back to where you are from
Stop invading my head
Cease the yelling
Let it end
No one wants you around
Put you to rest
Into the coffin of my head
Let you lay there for no one to see
No one will be at your funeral
No one will be at your wake
You say I have turned into the monster
You are wrong...
I wanted your heart
You just wanted me dead...
So now I lay you down to sle
Afraid to smileA rose is but a rose
Nothing more than a flower
Just as sweet as it was in an hour
But something that can tower
over the heart and devour
for roses have thorns
and we forget
as time passes we soon regret
so never look at this flower again
to each their own in the end
Hush little baby
don't shed those tears
don't put the blame on me
all in fears
I am not the one
who picked such a disgusting flower
in your decisions you have the power
so become a coward
see if I care
I watch as you shoot a hateful glare
from across the room we crouch
a hating love that will never go out
so here we stay
let the ghosts lay
give up the fight
or give into fright
you will never become better than me
but someday you will wait and see
this power that was inside you...
Inside the rose tree...
So once again the rose that you picked
will create scars where the thorns nicked
Who will grab the mic stand?We've waited for this day...
Longer than the hands of space...
Longer than we could of ever known for ourselves...
The world has changed...
Ashes to ashes
And skin to skin
One killing another
For our kin to live
The adrenaline pumping through the system
the fight we bare to push ourselves
it's more than the burden we could ever see
trying too hard to help the selfish machines
A rose that falls
To see them all
Perish in their own demise
a helping hand
one that is grand
and together we fall
So be prepared to face it all
There is no hope
There is no salvation
Only a dream that we try to build
SO take the pill
Live a little
maybe then among the masses
we will see
that we are just catching our asses
So sweet little baby
take a deep breath
and watch the world
for this is the day we've waited for
when the world burns up
and we all fall down
only then to rise up
and grab the mic stand.
My Dandelion ForeverShe looked at me one day and said,
"I regret the day we met."
I look at her in return,
"But that was the day you wept.
But why are you talking nonsense
We are supposed to be friends."
Then she said...
"Those pretty girls we see on tv
They mean so much to you...And to me...
Because they are all roses and i am just a dandelion
Something you want to run away from
something that isn't beautiful in the sense
something someone talks about in past pretense"
I laughed softly to her
but she threw me a glare in return
"Don't laugh at me anymore.
It's not funny.
No it's not..."
I ran my fingers through her hair
And tried to whisper all she wanted to hear.
"You are the shining star...
You are the envy of the sea,
Of the earth.
You walk in brilliance.
You may be the dandelion,
But you are the envy to all roses.
Every Rose wishes to be you.
And every poor bastard wish to stay true,
As you do."
She stared at me in disbelieving.
What was this ringing in her ears...
The vibrations felt even in h
TalkI want to talk...
But I am afraid to speak...
People will think I am clingy...
People will think and look at me differently...
I try my best though to stay quiet...
Wondering when to talk...
When I open my mouth nothing but nonsense...
People sneer and turn away...
And sometimes I wonder why I talk...
I feel this tug of emotions...
And sometimes why I even bother anymore...
Why bother talking at all?
No one looks at me how I want...
I dunno if I scared them off...
I just get so down with the silence...
But it's hard to say what others are thinking...
I just need a friend who will talk to me...
Who wants to talk to me...
Not talk to me because I strike the chord first...
So here I am once more...
Here I am once more...
Hiding behind what is false...
Here I am once more shadowing and being someone I am not...
LilithLilith would slowly smirk as she looked over the clouds down at everyone below. They all looked so tiny but most of them were living normal lives... Sometimes she craved for this. But this is not why she visited the Greek goddess... No, actually this goddess summoned her which was unusual. But hearing the words seem to be nothing more than just the sound of a mosquito in the background. She looked at the goddess slowly standing up when the goddess decided to hush her senseless babble. She would turn towards the goddess and chuckle softly whispering, "Now now Artemis I didn't know you were in love with me."
Artemis didn't seem to bat an eye as she simply stated, "I was sent by your own lover, dear, he has done a favor for me so I thought I would do a favor for him. I thought by trying to convince you by going to this man who wrote you such a letter was a bad idea. But I see now my words fall on deaf ears." Artemis looked away sighing rubbing her forehead. Her pure white hair which refle
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, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
Tears of fireA lot has been said...
A lot has been done...
I can't believe you think,
You're the only one...
We have all loved...
We have all lost...
Sometimes it is time,
Not completely but...
Only a moment...
Look back at others...
Seen what they have seen...
How much you hurt...
How much you blame...
Don't just shun away...
You broke my heart that day...
When you said no it's ok...
Leave it all behind...
I am trying hard not to cry...
With the light that fades...
As shadows sling my way...
And it all turns to grey...
The build my coffin...
Let me suffer...
Bury me alive...
And await for me to die...
I should lie down,
in the hole I dug in...
It's all my fault...
Always has been...
Just let me die in peace...
Sick of you...
Sick of me...
Let the rain wash away...
All that was left of yesterday...
Let the rainbow shine...
It's a brand new day...
I'm out of your life...
And it will be alright.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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