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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.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
each kiss carries
context and content,
sad eyes pour into mine
like a swimming pool
being filled with angels’ tears.
i cup her face in my hands,
trying to hold all of the water
that escapes her
as i gently kiss her forehead.
i will cradle her cerebrum
and maintain our composure.
i will protect you.
refers to the hands on a clock,
as well as the anatomical.
and this kiss is subtle,
but it represents our passing of time.
i started this with my mother at 13,
and only a few embraces away from 18.
with our fingers locking
themselves to adolescence.
i never have visibly blushed,
but i swear my flushed cheek
burned where your left your lips
for nearly a lifetime.
at least that’s what it felt like.
i kissed the blinds
that covered the windows
of your soul
to let you know
the sun still shone
even if your eyes were close
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
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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