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The Mourning AfterEach desperation has a unique identity
Mine speaks in gentle tones of hysteria
My mind is a city that never sleeps
Flicker shows and organ grinders play
through every hour I conceive
I slink down the street
like a thief in the night
If I walk long enough,
I can forget the ghosts of past lives
but they won't forget me
for I am one of them
To Offer A StarThe wonder has fallen from slumber
Fingers of fire nip at my heels
I add a star to the sky for the song I love
Could it ever be for the one I love?
That page is yet to be written
but she (and every 'she') have left my waking dreams
They have no use for my concern
Dead HoursLater has come and gone, my friend
Were time to exist,
it would be against us
Our eyes will not appear
until the sun disappears
Where you are blind, we see
Close your eyes and walk awhile
You'll find the roads narrow,
the nights shorter,
and the days without end
Pale DawnHeat shimmers off the pavement
You know where the cars have been
for the trails of blood they leave behind
The stars await, breathless,
for dusk to unleash their light upon us
While you chase the sun into its set,
I'm racing the moon along the back roads
My sun shines after dark
in the glowing face of that old friend
Clean and SilentDeadly and magnificent,
winter marches across the sky
The clouds crack and glow
Though the clocks fall backward,
the moon rises late
The wind dies until...
I see my reflection on the surface
The Torturing DreamSoft... her skin. He knew it would be before he even knew her name.
Silent... the breath he can't catch after his gasp when she said 'Hello gorgeous. Let's go make some trouble.'
Soft... the sheets on the bed in a room he'd never seen, but was happy to be inhabiting.
Silent... the arch of her back and the tears on her face, oxytocin induced...
Hard... the concrete he sees when he awakes from the dream
Cold... the skin on his chest where she laid her head seconds before
Hard... the sound of him lighting a cigarette in the quiet room
Cold... his breath when he exhales the first drag of another day
SubmissMy eyes met hers, and the stars dimmed
The sun despairs in her radiance
She is 'beauty' in every facet of the word
Hunger pains consume my interior
for her whom I cannot devour
Her face I don't recall
nor have I heard her name
Still, I plead at her feet...
Show me that something is possible
Tell me there is something lasting in this world
Make me believe you'
A Boy in the WoodsAt the end of an autumn eve,
he felt the warmest beauty
The trees whispered and moaned
as they were stripped bare
He built his glass house
with the deadwood of seasons past
The elements pass through, unhindered
but he is warmed by memory
Outside the door,
the high was all around him
On the inside,
he had to create it
Don't caveDon't Cave
When they tell you to jump,
stand firm with two feet on the ground.
When they try to knock you down,
stay standing and don't give in.
When you're on the ground,
jump back up, don't let them get you.
And when you're beaten, bloodied, and on your knees,
don't cave. They haven't won if your mind is your own.
BrokenThere's a broken girl that walks down my street
A broken girl I think everyone should meet
Her hair is a mess and her jeans are all torn
And the books that she carries are ragged and worn
She never really smiles cause she's ashamed of her teeth
And no one knows what she sounds like because she doesn't speak
She hides her plain brown eyes behind goggle looking glasses
But no one really cares or looks as she passes
She stays invisible until someone needs a laugh
Then she becomes the victim of every bodies wrath
They laugh til they cry and they all point her way
And smile and smirk for the rest of the day
Til she goes home at night to her drunken step dad
But at lest he's better then the last one she had
At night she reads love stories and writes a few poems
Wondering what it would be like to get out of that home
She dreams the same dream every night when she sleeps
That people will realize beauty isn't only skin deep
But until that day comes, she repeats the same thing
Staying off the ra
Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
If I write you a songEveryone is talking
About how you want to make it big
That you want to be a Rockstar
That you've already booked a gig
You've always been so beautiful
But never content with who you are
Think you deserve to have the spotlight
And to be married to a Star
They say that you want someone
who'll sing for you in front of the whole world
Who'll dedicate you all his lyrics
Who will scream you were his girl
What if I wrote you a song?
will it change the way you look at me?
I wonder if it'd take me like long
Can I use this love to form the perfect melody?
Use the rhythm that you give my heart
A fast tempo like the way you make it beat
Turn these feeling into lyrics
That can make this song complete
I might never be a Rockstar
People will never know my name
But I promise you that no one
Can love you quite the same
I've never been good at singing
But I will scream this to the world
You will always hold the spotlight
If you decide to be my girl
Everyone is talking
That you want to be a star
Nothing like the First LoveThere's nothing like the first love
And those early signs of bliss
Where heartache's still unheard of
And all you lust for is a kiss
When we're still so innocent and pure
Think with love, this world, we cure
But we're just so immature
Gave our hearts away without really being sure
There is nothing like the first love
No one could ever take their place
We may come across pure beauty
Only to find perfection in their face
And the thickness of their lips
Combine to form a perfect smile
Leave our hair standing on its tips
Nothing like the first love
Even if one day we grow apart
We will always keep the memories
And a special place for them inside our hearts
The BulliedThe Bullied.
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Ten O' Clock WatcherThe sounds that echo through my eyes when silence
lips, f l i c k e r s my heart beat,
like a star ready to burst,
And if this (black out) of voices doesn't end soon,
I'll go mad
& pretend I
when it's really the sound of my hysteric cries.
The awaiting melody
& the trickery behind them
& how they never came,
letting my secrecy
devour the last bit of
happiness I had left.
I just have to make it - STOP -
so I can catch up
& tie my confessions to a million balloons to
watch them vanish like my love for you.
GravesDaddy, daddy, why are people oh so very cold
Why can't I have what they have, a teddy bear to hold
Something I can fall asleep on, somewhere i can stay
Some place where the roof above keeps us from skies so grey
Daddy, why can't we be one of those who have a home
Why were we the ones to walk the empty streets alone
Daddy, why won't anybody let us find a place
It is getting cold, I hate the look upon your face
Daddy, please don't fall upon the icy, frozen ground
Daddy, one day we will find a place, so safe and sound
Daddy, please don't die here, please, we'll find a place to stay
Daddy... please don't leave me here, just please don't die away.
Daddy, let me sit there as you know you can't be saved
Next to you as we both rest inside our lonely graves
Let us dream of somewhere warm and somewhere oh so sweet
Daddy, daddy, tell me.. why was everyone so mean?
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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