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Oh sweet catstropheHave you finally lost your self,
In the abyss you call happiness ?
Have you finally been baptized in darkness,
And seen the inken realm that holds you captive?
Have you finally looked in the other side of the mirror,
And seen the cracked side of your relection?
Have you discovered that the lines between sanity and reality are jaded,
And a feverish malice throbs inside the darkest caverns of your pristine heart?
Don't ask me how to fix them,
The nightmares that feast upon your soul at night.
You've become transparent as to let the dreams show in your eyes.
It's better to hide the fear deep inside.
Has the inner turmoil finally spiked;
ripped you apart and ate you inside out?
Has the memories of the past come back to haunt you,
In the hours you're so vunerable and impressionable?
Come, take a walk with me.
Oh.. the numbess has set in and you can't breathe?
Pity. Have you finally found the truth hidden behind your eyes?
Wasn't close to what you thought you'd see in yourself, was it?
What is real, What is fiction?What is real,
What is fiction?
Whats the difference?
Is there any distinction?
Are we awake,
Or are we still asleep?
Is it possible,
That this life is just a dream?
What is Darkness,
What is light?
What if good is wrong,
And evil is right?
What is happiness,
What is hope?
Is it the ability,
To pretend to cope?
So are we real,
Or are we fake?
So many questions,
That we always mistake.
Isn't nothing something?
ISn't love a doube edge sword?
The only way to know anything,
Is to cut the golden cord...
11 things I miss about freshman year11. That sparkle in our eyes before we lost our way and met reality for the first time.
10. Being able to actually smile and not wince at how fake it looks.
9. Not feeling like crying every 5 minutes.
8. Being able to sleep at night without having nightmares.
7. Being able to trust people who say they care about you.
6. Being able to like someone, but still be friends.
5. Being able to talk to the both of them about anything without hurting or hurting them.
4. actually laughing at a joke instead of forcing it.
3. Being able to feel something and not worry about getting hurt.
2. Living life like there is nothing in the world that can get you down or scare you.
1. Being able to have that one person hold you, hear them say that they loved you, and know that they actually mean it.
NamelessI can not see,
Beyond the walls of this disorted dream.
Hidden within a land,
Where nothing is what it seems.
Clouds of gray form the sky,
as I sing my sorrowfilled lullaby.
I lay my head on a pillow of grass,
Trying to hold on to what will not last.
Slowly I'll drift off to sleep,
Silently counting hundreds of sheep.
Peacfully living my cyanide dreams,
Yet, the world that I know is comming undone at the seams.
Madness brew deep within,
Feeding off of my virtues and sins.
Deeper into this dream I will fall,
Hyptnotized by the sirens call.
My conception of reality is starting to slip,
And before you know it I've lost my grip.
Soon I'll awake in a dress of white,
Still unclear of wrong or right.
I can not see,
Beyond the walls of this disorted dream.
Hidden within a land,
Where nothing is what it seems.
Dear youI can't believe it...I just simply can't. I'm so happy yet I'm scared at the same time. Who knows where our future is going to head from here. I'll need to get a job, and find us a place to live, so that I can support the you and momma no matter what. Hell, I'll even drop out of high scholl if that what it takes. You and momma are my world, and the only things I live for. I love you and momma both with all of my heart and know that no matter what, I will always be there. Luca, or Romey... My baby boy or girl, Who ever you may be, I'll love you, forever and always. Even if... You may not be "mine", you are still be mine to love and to hold Because blood is not thicker than water, for water can thin blood. I'll tell you, Momma and I met a long time ago in 8th grade, and maybe then, I wouldn't admitt it, but I fell in love with momma. I held it in until ninth grade, But her and I didn't really start dating until sophmore year. From there, her and I had a l
..Mixed with the dark,
She speaks endlessly.
Then she thinks to herself,
"Will anyone miss me?"
Theres no reason to stay,
But none to leave.
If they never see her again,
Would it be hard to believe?
She stands all alone,
Inside this cold, empty room.
Thinking to herself,
"I'll leave this all behind soon."
Do they even know her,
The girl who cries at night?
The one who puts on a smile,
And swears that shes alright?
She pretends to be perfectly happy,
All for their sake.
So she'll sing herself to sleep,
While I stay awake.
I'll protect her from pain,
Keep her from harms way.
But I feel her growing weaker,
As the sun rises each day.
So If I can't save her,
Than maybe you can.
But I doubt you can save,
What has been enternally damned.
I made a promise to her,
To stand by her side.
And I'll be there to protect her,
Untill the day I die.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
Roses fade from red to grey,
As your face begins to fade away.
Haunted by all the memories,
Of what had use to be.
Wandering through a maze of broken dreams,
Watching the world come undone at the seams.
Lurid darkness engulf my soul,
I've been forgotten, I'm invisible.
Everything seems so tattered and dark,
Like the torn pages of my shattered heart.
It has become so inevitable now that I look back,
And it collects within my scarred past.
My ambiguous, blemished heart now sees,
How cruel and cold this world can be.
I still can't help but to wonder why,
All hope begins to die..
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