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A Tragic EndingWe stood outside the commotion.
I held your hand and payed that we'd never fade away.
The carnival lights dimmed, and I think yousaid you loved me.
It was like a fairytale.
We were everything everyone wanted to be.
A rose fell beneath my feet and I collapsed.
I took you down with me.
We layed under the moonlight like tomorrow was never coming.
And you looked into my eyes and told me everything would be just fine.
They won't find us here.
We're like shadows hidden in a graveyard.
Our love would always grow.
And as we said our I love you's
Hands seized our arms..
And pulled us away.
It was almost like being pulled into separate dreams.
We became prisoners.
We could only wonder what to do.
I never thought it'd end like this.
RadiantLock this hate
Seal this rage
Whatever we choose to be
And impure but radiant glow
Seems to be the reason
We're all here
With death defying impulses
Like a crystallized shadow
Frozen beyond the confines
Of a resonated dream
Cast away from everything that's not obscene
A reason to keep this heart pounding
A beautiful replica of all the
Reasons why I don't want to be here
Provoke the iner instincts
To unelash the demons within
Send out the incandescence
Become what everyone thought you weren't
Stabilize your weak foundation
Bewilder your foes with
Kill them with everything you've got
Let them know what it's like
To be rejected.
We only live once
IHopeSheTastesFuckingGood.If only destroying you was as easy as it was to destroy me. I am not capable of bringing someone down that has never known what it's like to have their heart ripped in two. I cannot destroy you like you destroyed me. And I will not redt until you feel what it's like to be rejected. Until you know what it's like to be lied to for so long. You fucking cunt. How did she taste? I wish I could make the tears disappear but there's still something from you that I need. I need fucking revenge. And until I see you on your knees screaming at yourself. I will never let you smile. I will never let you laugh. I'll burn you alive until you know what it's like to have your heart torn out. I hope she tastes fuckingn good. I hope you die from guilt. I want to hear you scream your lungs out. And hate yourself for everything you've taken away from me. And I hope she tastes fucking good. And I hope she kills you like you killed me. Does she fucking taste good?
LetsRecallThePainWe'veSufferedEase the pain
Pull the trigger
End these lies
We're cold inside.
Here is reality
We are a dying breed
Can't forgive what we've done
Suffering has officially begun
Like a torch gone ablaze
Attacking the victim
Like the nothing it is
Bathe in turmoil
It's all we'll ever have
Ihale the insignificance
It's all we'll ever be
Dread the closure
Become the worst
If we don't recover
Who the hell cares?
You'reNotThatFuckingSpecial..The burning inside is another reminder of how I'm not meant for this
And I know that if you wanted, I'd crawl right back to you
But how many times must you destroy me before you're satisfied?
This pain is like a disease. You can't cure the ill-hearted
Poisoned hearts will always be weaker.
But how many times must you destroy me?
After everything I've done
After everything we've shared
You're nothing but a mind fuck.
But I still cherish you more than anything
You are the reason I'm dying inside
And why the scars keep reappearing
I'm tired of the tears
I'm tired of the emptiness
How many times must you fuck me up?
And I know I'll still come crawling back.
Worshipping you like a god.
You're not that fucking special
So why do I suffer every second we're apart?
Why do these tears feel like acid?
Am I lucid?
And I know one pulle of the trigger, can end this all.
The suffering wouldn't exist
This pain would be fictional
HOW MANY TIMES MUST YOU FUCK ME UP
BEFORE I LOSE CONTROL?
Before I give u
WeAllSufferWhenNoOne'sAroundIt's hard to concentrate//When your barriers are down//And there's nothing you can do to make anything better//When everything from the outside is attacking you and turning you into the beast you aren't//When you love there's nothing you can do to stop it//No matter how much it hurts//Our dreams are the closest we can get to reality//And we die inside every time we realize what we can never have//It's a plague that no one is immune to//We all suffer every day we realize no one is there//And that will never change//It's only lasts so long until it crashes into the ground//Leaving you right where you started//In the beginning with your first mistakes//Love is a killer//And we all suffer//We all collapse inside//I don't care who you are//Every time we inhale//We inhale someone else's sorrow//We are forever alone//I don't care who you are//When something is so far out of reach//We tend to give up//Because there's no point to wishing on a broken star
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
CatatoniaShe scrawls life line tallies on her wrists in scars
to mark each year passed
and haunts bars looking for the love of strangers.
she finds malt whiskey and vermouth; strange mouths to kiss
she tips them back the way a lover might tip her chinny chin
She whispers slurs and looks into the abyss of gin.
He inhales death with the smoky kisses of cigarettes
injects life paraphrasing echoes of love with hypodermics to keep
the hypothermia of loneliness back
but it creeps and creeps
a slow paralysis
under the windowsill, rain falling bleak on the pane to drip
into her veins
soft dark over the threshold of the doorway to her soul
writing ink into her shadow, there -
melting behind the lidded stupor stare of dreamless minds
it stirs and wakes,
invisible monsters sleeping in her chest
they bare their teeth and bleed
pain naked in the light of morning
ugly and beautiful in the honesty of strangers unable to turn
from a car crash in the dusk.
walking in darkness
searching for touch.
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want to
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
ISpilledMyHeartOutForYouThe moonlight engulfs the sky
Illuminating the stars
Fireflies in the night
Hanging like lanterns.
I remember these nights
We were so happy
We were so perfect
Nothing could stand in our way.
The stars seemed to cascade
As I fell asleep in your arms
And I wished that
We'd never fall apart.
And the sunset soon took over
Pinks and yellows flooding the sky
Even though the sun was warm
I still felt cold inside.
I lay on the ground alone
You vanished in the night
No I love you.
You left me.
I cowered in the shadows
Waiting for you to come back
No sign of you,
No sign of love.
The night came once again
Like a blackened sea
I saw and watched the moon
Like we always did.
Something about the silence
And I knew you'd come back
I thought you'd never leave me.
Our love was pure
We were picture perfect
I knew you loved me
I THOUGHT you loved me.
And as I stare at the stars, waiting
I only think of you
Something in the dark
Grabs my full attention.
I swear I heard voices.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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