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ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
BitterI woke up in the morning,
To find the space beside me bare,
Stuck in bitter loneliness,
How ever shall I fair,
A rose to shelter loneliness,
A kiss to save my heart,
A tender loving embrace,
Would be a welcome start
HopeThe hard black dirt cracks beneath my feet,
Treading across bloody earth covered in ash and soot,
The scent of decay like chlorine in my lungs,
from the dark black dirt i see a flower bud,
rising up from the blackened earth,
its silken white petals reach forth to catch the light
The White Vine of HopeOnce I fell into the abyss,
Once I peered down into its depths,
Once I plummeted towards oblivion,
Those dark thoughts, and agonizing torments,
My fears and regrets pulling me in,
Once I hit the bottom and shattered,
Slowly I built myself up again,
But I was stuck, trapped in that dark place,
I looked up but never saw the top,
Once I fell into the abyss,
Then I thought of my family,
Then I thought of my art,
And from the cold hard dirt,
A white vine with silver leaves sprouted,
The more I thought, of things that I cared for,
The more the vines grew,
Reaching up, I grabbed hold and began climbing,
Seeing the light for the first time in years,
I climb onward; soon I shall leave this dark place,
Once I fell into the abyss,
And once I rose up from it
Uniquewe are all different in our own little ways,
it is how we embrace our individual strangeness that defines us,
whether for the better or worse,
it shapes and sculpts us into who we are in the present,
and who we shall be in the future,
whether we choose to deny our uniqueness and conform,
or cast our wings out and soar into new horizons,
letting our souls be free
WonderlandI feel it,
The cool wind against my skin,
My feet at the edge of the rooftop,
Eyes closed I let the breeze carry me across the world,
Across blue lakes and green pastures,
Ancient forest and populous city,
I hear the people speak in voices not my own,
Tongues I do not know,
I hear the beautiful speech,
The sounds of joyous laughter and friendship,
I hear the bells ring and the birds chirp,
The trees groan with a voice of their own as well,
The creek babbles and the rocks whistle as I pass through them,
Gently I open my eyes transported back home,
Much time has passed,
Looking up I see the stars litter the sky like fireflies,
A radiant luminescence washes over me,
Looking out over the lights of the city,
What a wonderful world
A shrill cry,
The first breath,
a new soul is born to the world,
but to live is to struggle,
and as this soul ages it will be no stranger to that,
to this world of blood and tears,
what innocence we have is lost in that first moment,
its a cruel world we belong to,
one of pain and suffering,
but there is still hope,
for there is yet good in this world,
the best feeling though,
is finding a companion to share the ride,
to bear the burden with you,
we are born alone,
we die alone,
strange as it is,
we are not made to live alone,
we are made to share our souls with another,
for a soul is a terrible burden,
eased only by the presence of another that understands yours,
such a person is referred to as a soul mate,
someone whose every essence is a testament to the beauty of life,
without mine i would be lost,
no one is made to stand alone,
though life has time and again dealt me a cruel hand,
i am happy for having lived,
for although life has been cruel to me,
it has given m
Tiny Dancing Stickmenaren't we all just breakable little stick men,
dancing to a solitary tune,
bending with the wind until we break,
our vertebrae snapping against the strain,
we reach our breaking point and can bend no more,
we push back against the storm,
where some may survive,
others snap under the unrelenting pressure
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
To an Artist's EyeA world so large,
A world so full,
A world so busy
Does contain so much more,
But in my mind,
So small and confined,
I hope for light
So that I may paint
Pictures full of delight.
Skies become swirls of fire,
The land now lost in color.
The World’s light divides
Into the strokes of Monet
And to the thick expressions
Of Vincent van Gogh.
The World’s scenery becomes,
To what an Artist’s eye may see,
Not only a mere depiction
Of what can be seen,
But into a desperate plea.
A call for expression.
A call for understanding.
My mind reaches out
Toward this world
So large, so full, so busy.
Reaching to find meaning,
Yet realizing that I,
So lost in fanciful dance,
Lost in the symphonies of thought
That amplify my existence,
Have finally found
The complex harmonies of expression
That allow my interpretive mind,
So content in the observation
Of such a place,
To enlighten and contribute
To such an immense
And saturated world.
I SmileI smile to hide these shadow’d bloody eyes;
I speak to usurp count'nance's deceit;
I give when words will proclaim none but lies;
I think for mind in rein cannot retreat.
I cannot smile for eyes betray false joy;
I cannot speak or broken cries escape;
I cannot give what I will just destroy;
I cannot think with veil’d wounds agape.
Now force this smile upon my stitched lips.
Uproot the latch and only truth will speak.
My life I give if secrets tip, and slip
Away to let the tide a new path seek.
Just give me freedom from this endless pain,
Then maybe I can live my life again.
A Moment Of Your TimeA moment of your time is all I ask
Would you kindly, if it’s okay, spend some time with me? I don’t ask for much time, only a moment or so, that is all I ask.
Would you kindly? People come and go so quickly in life, always rushing from one place to another without taking a second to slow down.
A moment of your time is all I ask
All through life we tend to be in a rush. A rush to grow up into an adult, a rush to work and fulfil a routine that really tends to limit what else we can do in our lives, a rush to simply rush around, usually for no reason at all but to appear busy.
So would you kindly? It’s only a moment of time, just a moment.
A moment of your time is all I ask
Spring is coming, you can almost taste it in the air. New life is appearing as flowers bud and animals give birth to new life, the cold is slowly being pushed to the side. Another year is over and another is on the way to fully beginning.
When one door closes...I’ve heard the saying
When one door closes, another opens,
I felt the disconnect and the lock clicked shut
It closed for just a moment
Then opened so hard
That it spun me
I went down in a haze of mixed emotions,
Not over my loss but feeling for you,
My wants mangling each other,
Eating each other alive,
Until there was nothing left
When the tears stopped
and you were there, waiting
I ran toward you
Wanting change, wanting freedom
Embracing an uncertain future
Your eyes were like the ocean
A swirling punch bowl of blue and white,
So inviting in their dance
So severe was the pull of your undertow
That I dove right in
Without a life preserver
Through your door I swam
With a tail like a mermaid
Propelling me face first
Into your warm water embrace,
With a smile
Meant just for you
It wasn’t what I wanted
At the time...
It was unexpected,
It was love laid out at my feet
In a trail of hot sand
That burned my toes
Until you carried me
MercyYou're like a fallen angel
A dusty doll on the shelf
Your eyes still to the ceiling
Counting the seconds
The spans between the rise and fall of your chest
Cutting through the torture
Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers
Drunk behind the gym during class
Yearning and mourning
Nothing but a scared little boy
Face pressed to the filthy bus window
Watching mommy wave goodbye
You're a broken wine glass
Shattered between stiletto heels
Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine
Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets
Brush it off
Shake your blonde head and smile
Tell yourself that you're going to be fine
Not moving a muscle
Deceit in the corners of your eyes
No bend in the sides of your mouth
Begging for mercy
Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.
And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
But I'll just say no
because you're my friend
and if I were to tell you,
it would be the end.
I will love youI will love you,
Even if stars stop there shining; I will love you.
Even if the ground crumbles around us; I will love you.
Even if everything is falling apart; I will love you.
Even if the world turns to gray and the rain never stops; I will love you.
Even if all I know stops being true; I will love you.
Even if up is down and left is right; I will love you.
Even if you give up on everything; I will love you.
Even if I never utter a word again; I will love you.
Even if the world stops to spin; I will love you.
Even if the world comes to an end; I ill love you.
Even if we are worlds apart; my love will never leave you.
There is no even if that could make me give you up my love.
Nothing can stop me from loving you.
I will love you until the end of all time.
Silent LoveI see through the windows of your soul
And although the silence has never been broken
And the words have never been spoken
Your eyes tell me all.
I never did feel as comfortable as I did with you
I know you felt good, too.
I won't forget your eyes open wide
To the beauty of a sunset tide.
When I needed you, you were always by my side
In the dark you were my guide
The best friend I could have,
You always had me in awe.
But your eyes, they warned me that friendship is all you could give,
I never thought you wouldn't forgive.
Now I spill my sorrow in room of black
But that won't bring you back.
The silence has been broken
And the words have been spoken
There are bars of steel on windows
And your eyes are telling me nothing at all.
Cutting into my flesh.
Dripping down my hand to spatter on the floor.
A floor already slick with poppy blood
Burning into my skin.
Blistering, bubbling, its mark blazed upon my arm.
A searing wound bared burnt to the sky
The welcome release.
A liberation from the cruelty of life.
The self-punishment for words left unsaid.
BrokenGo ahead and drive the blade into my heart,
go ahead and twist,
past the chipped paint,
past the dents and battle scars,
is my beating heart,
drive the blade in,
watch me fall,
better to be dead then to be broken,
am i just a toy to you too,
am i just a puppet to your strings,
when will i ever mean something,
when will i ever be good enough,
after all no one wants a broken toy
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