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Let Me GoYou always cut me down
Just to build me back up
This is getting ridiculous
Please, just stop
You're messing with my head
Tearing at my heart
This game just isn't fun
Stop tearing me apart
Take away the lies
Tell me the damned truth
My soul is way to drained
Wish I could tell you "I'm through"
Unfortunately, I can't
I feel like a long-lost dog
You led me to this point
By my neck you hold me in the fog
So I slowly lose oxygen
And again I begin the fall
Yet right before the crash
"Let me take you to the Ball"
Now I'm treated like a princess
So nice to be your girl
To hear you whisper "Beautiful"
I'm on top of the world
With every kiss I find bliss
It just isn't fair
You have me hooked on your line
But leave me drowning in the air
Let me off this insane ride
I can't handle anymore
If you'd let go of my heart
I'd show you to the door
Can You? Can you hear the rain? It pounds against the roof and the window pane. Can you hear the rain? Can you smell it like I can as it rides its waves of furious clouds in the sky? It pounds in the river, lake, pond, and smallest puddle. Can you hear the rain? Can you smell it, can you feel it? It clings to arms and hair and people use umbrellas to shield. What's the point? It won't keep you safe and dry. Loose the umbrella, the raincoat, the boots. Splash around and be a child, be free. Don't care what others think, be as you are, be innocent and grand. Hop into a puddle or two. Rejoice in the rain because the sky is weeping just for you. Don't let the chance slip by like a dazzling silver scaled fish. Hook it, reel it in, and feast in the richness of it all. Would you rather it be dry and arid? I would rather enjoy the moment and dance in the rain.
Do You Recall?Do you recall.....
When the biggest drama was taking turns
We all played together, no matter color
Getting high was swinging on the swingsets
Boys and girls had cooties, no aids
Little girls aspired to be princesses, not whores
The "Yummy-Power" was Fun Dip and Baby Bottle Pops
A clear liquid would be water, nothing else
We never even DREAMED of lying to our parents
At sleepovers you stayed in your own sleeping bag
Our "Bed-Buddies" were our stuffed animals
And the strongest thing we drank was unconcentrated juice.
What happened to all our innocence?
Where did all the simplicity go?
Why are we no longer ignorant?
How did we grow so cold?
Childs ViewMaking silly faces
Blowing lots'a bubbles
When you are a kid
The world holds no trouble
And continous smiles
That's what makes
Life worth while
When you are tucked into bed
Say a little prayer
But never forget
The teddy bear!
Who chases away the monsters
That hide under your bed
Only one thing scares THEM,
It's true, it's teddy they do dread!
Send Me a Sign Drift away on the wind
Never to return
Just please remember to send a sign
Whenever it's your turn
To walk on through the pearly gates
Called in by a long lost friend
And always remember, never forget
That goodbye is not the end
I will see your face again someday
When it becomes my time
Untill then I will live on
For both your part and mine
Everytime the sun kisses my cheek
I'll know that it is you
I love you Grampy, always will
But for now I must bid adieu
A Nightmare Adrenaline Pumping
Tears of fear cascading
As the stranger breaths
My awarness keeps fading
Close my eyes
Beg him to stop
But to him it seems
There is no time on the clock
No one can hear me
Out in this field
No one to witness
What he's doing to me here
Stealing my innocence
Ripping it to shreds
And as time goes on
My essence becomes a mere thread
Finally he stands
But now I'm to weak
He laughs in my face
My reaction is meak
Lift up my had
Whisper "fuck you"
Then I let go
Slip into the blue
But then fate grabs me
Shakes me awake
Open flys my eyes
My biggest mistake
Now I feel all the pain
Known all the lies
And now my inpure life
Is something I despise
Then just as I start
To let out a scream
I sit up in the dark
Realize, it was a dream
I'm in my bed,safe and warm
Aloud I say
To the empty room
"That was no dream, It was a nightmare"
Letters of AppreciationLetters of appreciation
They're filing through my head
spilling onto white lined paper
Through the mouth of my pen
Yet I realize clearly
Letters just won't do
To voice all of the appreciation
I hold for all of you
I feel like I must shout it
Just fill my lungs with air
Yell out a great big "Thank You!"
If I consider everything, it seems fair
But for lack of people to listen
Or perhaps 'cuz I am to timid
These letters will have to do
So read the ink, my pen has spilled it
Bulemia BeastAm I proud
Of what I've done?
What I've become?
The answer is simple
So no need to write it.
But it isn't my fault!
I couldn't fight it!
It conquered and dominated
I have lost so much control.
It made me want to be
As thin as a pole
But I DID argue
If you can not see.
What is standing before you?
It IS still me!
My mind may be altered
Just a little bit...
And to this day
I am still trying to quit!
The monster that's got me
Tight to its chest.
I'm crying for mercy
As it makes me retch.
Hiding from friends
Blaming the cooks.
"I'll be right back...
Just grabbing some books"
I lie and I lie
For it is what I must do.
Until this beast lets go...
Before I loose ALL control.
Are You Honest?See this mess?
The tangle of feelings?
The crumpled heap of a lost soul?
You say you can't.
You must be lying.
All you can do now is bid your time.
Wait...you honestly can't see it?
Can I hide it that well?
Pretending my spirit didn't die
when it hit the wall and fell?
Well, if that is so.
And your confusion is for real
Then back track the time
And forget what was said here.
But if you are faking.
Being a sarcastic lil bitch
Then watch your back
And bid your time
Till my demon decides to attack.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Music Defines FeelingInfinity and beyond
I am living through a song
My heart is tearing
Need you here
Here and now
My tears are snaring
At my fragile heat
Being torn apart
Listening to a fast song
Feelings of Love
My head says is wrong
Shuffle to a slow song
Now my eyes are gleaming
But the fake smile is beaming
Through clouds of despair
Making others happy
Always drains my feelings
But I do it anyway
Because I know how it feels
So hand me the music
And I will use it
To fake a better life
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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