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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 Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
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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