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MelodyFrom darkness, sweetness pounces.
In the darkness she renounces,
All my vastly fleeting sorrows.
She weaves her body round me,
Heaven helps me sleep so soundly,
Satisfies me 'till tomorrow.
She makes me come alive,
Fireworks behind closed eyes,
For a while I am free.
Absorbs into the abyss,
Like a sweet and blissful kiss,
In a momentary triste,
I soak up the melody.
Scar tissueThe muscle can tear and heal like magic
Stronger than ever before,
I ponder the fact and I think it's tragic,
The mind cannot be restored.
Once attacked; damaged, broken, despaired,
Like cancer, can spread to the soul.
So complicated yet can't be repaired,
It threatens to swallow you whole.
No pills, no plasters, surgery, casts.
And it cannot heal on its own.
So how to protect it I must ask,
To a danger of which we're all prone?
Sin and tragedy, suffering, pain.
We must take the bad with the good.
And since we are human I question again,
Because I've never quite understood.
Resisting corruption, you'd have to be blind.
Wear a shield for the rest of your life.
Or Strengthen and train, this muscle, your mind.
Protect it from tragedy's knife.
Beware over-lifting for it could still tear,
This burden of life is no sport.
When you feel yourself buckle and you cannot bear,
Reach out and ask for support.
CondemnedYou can't depend on broken kin,
There's nothing they can do.
If they cannot help themselves,
Then how can they help you?
You can't look to a higher guide,
To tell you what to do.
They don't respond, they don't exist,
They can't be there for you.
You can't dream of a brighter future
and hope things turn around.
It's heavy now, it will be then,
It's going to weigh you down.
You can not search inside your head
For a resolution,
You're dead inside your heart and soul,
Your mind is pure pollution.
You can not contemplate your past,
To help you find the answer,
It got you to where you are now
That won't be much help either.
You can not turn to suicide,
To help end all your pain,
For when you get straight down to hell,
It all begins again.
You must not reach out anywhere,
Be stuck with your repentence.
There is no reason. Is no rhyme.
Just carry out your sentence.
The doorDon't judge me by my embellishments
For my outside is all you can see.
Until I know you won't steal
I have to protect myself under lock and key.
Sometimes I must wear a 'do not disturb' sign
So please do not interrupt me.
If you neglect me I'll rust, gather dust and creak,
So please don't forget about me.
Shouting and beating me won't make me budge,
Remember you must have the key.
ThreadsOnce upon a time
For me to never
Cut these threads.
But you got bored
And I was floored
You've severed them instead.
That I would be distraught
To see the day
We hadn't spoken.
But here we are,
It quite bizarre.
But I'm relieved
These threads are broken.
AltruisticI'm the one who will slip away quietly,
No ego, no fuss here please.
No more fire, no more fight in me,
No burden to you, no unease.
Will I regret how I lived so mildly?
I'll try not to, But no guarantees.
ForsakenYou seethe to know the end,
But breathe and try to comprehend,
That the ripples you create
Reach heights so great
And never really end.
If you knew all the answers it would ruin you, My friend.
So go and throw the stones you throw
And plant the seeds you wish to sow.
But I just wanted you to know
That consequences grow and grow
Like waves from caves the sea-wind blows.
So when you yearn for me,
Discern from taking life so seriously,
When I am altruistically
To learn from your mistakes
I must forsake you
After life, you'll rise
And find I did it all to make you wise.
It isn't that I couldn't
but I shouldn't
Answer all your cries.
From your despair you learned to care,
Your soul repaired,
From your demise.
Treasures of the seaWhat would you do
If several sea horses
Came charging at you?
They would be aquamarine
And mauve coloured too
And all shades of blue
Jewels and translucent
Racing for you
Treasures of the sea;
Not just their colours
but temperaments too!
Two versions of LoveYou tell me that love
Just doesn't exist
Just a lie that's spoken
While your heart is in bits.
You tell me that Love
Is all but hidden misery
Only the strong are happy
But even they fall prey to it.
You tell me that Love
is just a made up word
made up by the script
But the real thing is unheard.
You Cry to me that love
is the source of your tears
And has only brought you misery
Through out all your years.
But let me tell you that love
Truly does exist
Its there every time your here
When together we sit.
Let me tell you that love
Hides all the misery
it shields the weak from the pain
Lets them live in harmony.
Let me tell you that love
Is more than just a word
its a feeling in your heart
Ignited by three words.
Now i plead to you that love
Will cure you of your tears
So take my hand and i promise
I'll show you how Love feels.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
In the ParkIn the park beneath the trees
Couples chatting playfully
I see them in the distance
As I sit upon this park bench
I came here to sit in peace
To read a book and seek release
Their happiness is a torment
A reminder of what is absent
I get up and walk away
I'll return again another day
Wake up now, my dear old friendWake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.
Translucentand you always see right through
I've called it my masterpiece
but you've disapproved
you told me that you always preferred natural sunlight
to the dim sort of darkness I surround myself with-
but I'm scared that it won't matter anyway
If only You'd say yes.You want to know how i feel,
but im in fear of what you would say.
Telling you plainly "i love you",
Is not enough to make you stay
So the reasons that i love you...
is it your smile? Is it your laugh?
is it the fact that i can tell you anything,
and know that you'll always have my back?
Is it because you're like one of the guys?
Never afraid to make fun of us back.
But still showing that you are a lady
that is gentle and with feelings intact.
Just the feeling of seeing you next to me,
is enough to make my heart race.
It would stop at the sound of your voice,
but wont settle for less than first place.
You tell me that you aren't perfect,
and i tell you that nobody is.
But if i had the chance to change that,
There is nothing that i need to fix.
Now you know how you make me feel,
and i hope that i do not regret this...
but you and i could be perfect together,
if only you would say yes.
The Fictional Part of ExistenceI paint myself in volumes
And bind back the tendrils
Of meadow sweet
And summer orange.
And every breath
Is the poetry of your addiction
And the fleeting touch
Of illuminated letters.
The fictional part of existence
Is drenched in the sad sound
Of your footprints in the marsh
And the silver full moon.
And every spun thread
By spiders in the morning
Catches the dew
And drapes the faults.
With the ink of ages
Sit peacefully by the riverbank
Returning to silt.
I Woke Up Like HeliumI woke up like helium,
all teeth and nails
and sunshine. Breath
that could move the waves, eyes
all over the crowd
looking for one to
Searching for that person who
is an island-
skin like sand
fists like rocks
palms like palms,
Maybe they will get good, maybe
they will get
You need a place to stand
that will move the earth.
You need to
lay down like an animal,
the other pretty things on the shores,
wait until you are pretty too.
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