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Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.
Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.
She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failu
I feel nothing.The numbness is almost comforting
The feeling of absolutely nothing
No sadness, no anger
Just dead silence
I couldn't care less for his reply
I couldn't care less if he's gone for good
No nervousness, no fear
My life just goes on, the days drag by
My cuts don't get worse, nor do they improve
No worries, not anxious
I feel nothing.
CharcoalI light up all the words you say.
I turn them into birds of prey.
No backing down.
It's the judgement day.
Happy birthday! Aren't we a fact!?
The silence is now louder,
And we are samer than the others.
Though the fire now burns quieter,
We're nothing but fighting brothers.
So I light up all the words you say.
I turn them into birds of prey.
No backing down.
It's the judgement day.
Happy birthday! Aren't we a fact!?
Aren't we lovers? Aren't we a fact?
Let's find a new fate.
The Pixelated Mani am just a single pixel,
a tiny dot on the digital canvas of my life,
a speck of grey in a sea of color,
a whirlpool of life and frivolity,
yet the sea is far away,
i am but a single pixel on a blank canvas,
a single pixel can never see a bigger picture,
yet somehow i am okay this way,
a single solitary pixel,
and yet all the same i cling to hope,
i hope that one day i will be joined by other pixels,
so that we may form a beautiful picture,
a special little masterpiece
Your Skin to that BladeYour Skin to that Blade
You take your skin to that blade
That thin piece of sharp metal
To go beneath your skin.
That moment when you feel that rush
The rush of a red river
flowing down your wrist
The release of your demons.
Weather it's across the stream
or down the street
That first slice becomes an addiction
Addiction of ecstasy when you
bring your skin to that blade.
The next day people are asking you
"Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt in this weather"
with your reply of "I'm just cold."
When you fill your wrists with bracelets
or the “my cat scratched me” excuse.
You will say anything believable just so
lostI see them slip one by one, all my dreams
Try so hard to catch them, but they dance away it seems.
I don’t want my friends to be my only source of hope
I don’t want to hurt myself anymore just to cope.
This life hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to be
I’m scared of a future I’m not sure I want to see.
Everyday I feel more confused, feel even more lost
I want to die but I’m not sure if its worth the cost~
Have you seen that girlHave you seen that girl
With the yellow clothing
Running around, making too much noise?
I’m afraid I haven’t
I’ve seen the girl in blue though
She was calm, yet seemed troubled
What’re you talking about
I’ve only seen the girl in black
Packed with danger, yet kept to herself
Ah, were you guys just talking about me?
They all turned
To find the girl
The color they each want to see
For she is nothing
That shows what you want to see
Revealing the hidden part inside
Dear momThirteen years are far too long.
I think of your favorite song
and I sit here this day,
thinking what would be the best to say.
I miss you, more then most know.
I remember the way your eyes used to glow.
Waking up each morning, to the smell of coffee and smoke,
there you sat, in your morning cloak.
One day I will paint, I'll paint you in blue.
For you are my sky, that will always be true.
I think of the days filled with happiness and smiles,
the way you made us feel, could be seen for miles.
The little things I wish I remembered,
the way you laughed, what you would have worn in December.
How it felt to fall a sleep next to you,
but one day
wading in deeperI've never told you
about this fear
and it is proof of cowardice
how I dare speak of it
when you're not here
I've never put it into words
before, but maybe you've seen it
in the way I look at you
or silently plead for your hand
don't leave me
because you are
the most precious soul
and without you here
I forget how to breathe
Consider It a DiseaseIs like a bomb that's about to hit
A errie thought that takes over
When life get hard
We give up
Therefore it seems like death is the only answer
You wish your friends and family can stop you
But only you can stop yourself
Don't let negatively become a disease
You're stronger then that
Life will get better down the road
Is the truth but only so few can believe in so
Be happy, my baby girl.I don’t know when you’ll be reading this, my sweetheart
But what daddy is about to tell you will help you understand him a little
Your father is a complex, but loving and caring man
He always tried to help his friends and loved ones whenever he could, even if it was at the cost of himself
But that isn’t the best thing one can do
It got him hurt a lot by people he would have never thought to be hurt by
Luckily daddy has gone through it all, just so he could teach you to be different
Listen to me baby girl, it took daddy not long to figure out what life is
What life is ment to be, and what its true purpose is
He was depresse
Stone Heartkneeling on rough ground,
the tears fall from my face,
collecting in a chalice beneath your feet,
feel the melodic rhythm of my heart in every drop,
and sate your thirsty lips upon the cool water,
drink your fill from the wellspring of my love,
but do not be surprised once the well runs dry,
and my heart becomes like stone,
and beats no more
Still searching for youthe skyline has been torn open again
as it released the cold cold rain
water rises into a river so deep
drowning me just leave me to sleep
i slowly start to open my eyelids
and look to where the light once hid
the darkness now surrounds the sky
as these rivers now run dry
I take a walk on the streets without names
as my blood freezes within my veins
my lips start to slowly turn blue
im at the end but im still searching for you
so i walk through the valley of death
as i savoir my very last breath
my lungs feel so full but there so empty
ill die to see the beauty i used to see
The Porcelain Shieldof porcelain so bloody,
chipped and battered,
rusted firm from eons past,
the blood streaks like tears down its eyes,
like magic in the mirror,
reveals the crystal tears it cries,
my mask it is so beaten,
from years of bitter lies,
it used to be so perfect,
but now it slowly dies,
the cracks they show so clearly,
displayed so all can see,
revealing beneath the surface,
a broken, lonely me
Because You Loved MeHi,
My name is--
I forgot that I don't have one.
You can't know me.
You don't know me....
At least that's what you told them....
You could never just admit it.
You would never tell them.
You should have just shouted it out,
Loud enough for the whole world to here you.
I love you...
And you know you loved me...
Cause we were together
We were a thing
I couldn't have just imagined it
We spent 4 months together
Cuddled in the back of your mom's car
Laughing at my jokes
Arms around each other
Lips locked together.....
But now you say that you don't know me??
Of my deepest secrets has been invested into your very soul
And every time you look at me...
You turn the other way and laugh
Because you know I'm a freak.
You know what's wrong with me!
You know everything!
But you still say that you don't know me...
But you know you do.
You know you loved me!
And I know that I loved you....
And I know that you know you loved me too
tough and tastelessi am sickened
by the rotten things
the way your flesh seems to corrode
in the same way your spirit does.
even the vultures and the crows
would leave your body
7 car pile upfor matt.
there are some things that not even you
could deny, could pass by
as anything less;
one girl behind the wheel
has a child in the backseat, daddyless
as his mother because they
were too good for that;
another reckless spirit has spent
his past/last years since 21
too drunk but not drunk enough
to overdose on this truth-telling serum;
a lie has been told, and that
is enough on its own - but still she glances
at the man in the passenger seat,
successful, happy, everything
she couldn't be;
so used to being given
everything he has, but never let them
see it. you earned this. you deserve this
and you deserve every
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Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
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