Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and withThoughts 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 herConfidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.For the words that they had spokenGot 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 doneWhat they said she would do.“Not only am I a failu
I feel nothing.The numbness is almost comfortingThe feeling of absolutely nothingNo sadness, no angerJust dead silenceI couldn't care less for his replyI couldn't care less if he's gone for goodNo nervousness, no fearJust emptinessMy life just goes on, the days drag byMy cuts don't get worse, nor do they improveNo worries, not anxiousI feel nothing.
When you demand it.When I was a little girlmy mother used to tell me"you will not understandthe magnitude of what you've saiduntil you've said it."And, as promised,I have come to tell you: I've said it.I have come to tell youI felt the vibratocoax my deepest bones:an immortal vex, a cageof everything alive beneath my flesh;the things that will stay aliveafter everything alive in my bodyhas turned to ash.I have come to tell youI felt the magnitude buildin my chest like the flappingof birds, dead thingsI assumed would neverbreathe life, that I would neverunderstand what it is liketo choke on their tiny boneswhile I trip over my words.I
What Else Can You Say?There are two types of sadness.One that you just ignore, and power through. You go out with your friends, you eat, you laugh. You celebrate the gift that is life. Happiness returns quickly.The other... you let consume you. You lock yourself away, and turn off your phone. You cry, and don't stop. You denounce the turmoil that is life. Happiness returns slowly, even though you don't think it will.Inevitably, for both, the 'metaphoric' sun will shine again, drying up the puddles - or sometimes floods - that have fallen from the storm known as "depression" and the hurricane known as "life".That's kind of a ridiculous thing to say, isn't i
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 BladeYou take your skin to that bladeThat thin piece of sharp metalTo go beneath your skin.That moment when you feel that rushThe rush of a red river flowing down your wrist The release of your demons.Weather it's across the streamor down the street That first slice becomes an addictionAddiction 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 yo
lostI see them slip one by one, all my dreamsTry so hard to catch them, but they dance away it seems.I don’t want my friends to be my only source of hopeI don’t want to hurt myself anymore just to cope.This life hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to beI’m scared of a future I’m not sure I want to see.Everyday I feel more confused, feel even more lostI want to die but I’m not sure if its worth the cost~
Have you seen that girlHave you seen that girlWith the yellow clothingRunning around, making too much noise?I’m afraid I haven’tI’ve seen the girl in blue thoughShe was calm, yet seemed troubledWhat’re you talking aboutI’ve only seen the girl in blackPacked with danger, yet kept to herselfAh, were you guys just talking about me?They all turnedTo find the girlThe color they each want to seeFor she is nothingButA mirrorThat shows what you want to seeBut neverRevealing the hidden part inside
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
PoetryWords of a silver tipped tongueRhymes of over emotional young.Tales of unrequited lovesSymbols with crows and doves.Ink of mournful tearsMixed of adolescent fears.Bars of a hateful cageCrafted of blinding rage.Memories of the glorious pastTimes of joy that can't last.Fantasies of dreams so sweetRealities of tragic defeat.
WHAT WILL I LEAVEWHAT WILL I LEAVEthe fear of beingalone and afraidafter all this aninsecure man is madewill they leave mealone before diewhen I'm gonewill anyone cryI start to thinkwhat I would doif you were gonewould I fade toowill they see adark ghost of mea lone grave stonewhat will they seeI always wear myfear on my sleevewhen I finally diewhat will I leave
UntitledIt is time to say goodbyeYou cannot handle the distance between usThough we meet and touch every single dayYou sensed that I was distant half of the timeI don’t want you to know whyI don’t want you to understandDo not think of me andDo not say that you love meI might just love you back
Strength...Strength..It's something we all have.But Strength,is something we all have to earn,work hard for,and want.Strength.We all have our strong points.And our weak points.Strength.It's something that gets us through a tough day.Strength.It gives us the right to be who we choose.Strength.To fight every battle that comes our way.And we won't go down so easily.Strength.Motivating the fallen and raise their hopes to fight again.Strength.It's something that lays deep beneath our souls and hearts.We need to let it push to the outer core and let it shine.Strength.It's our hopes,friends,family,and our way of life.Strength.It gives you the urge to do whats right.Strength.We all have it.Let it shine through the veil of darkness that shadows us constantly.Strength.It's stronger than a blade.It keeps our minds sharpStrength.It's the thing that lets us keep our heads up high.To show our superior love.Life.Soul
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--Nothing.Never mind.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 togetherYeah.We were a thingI couldn't have just imagined itWe spent 4 months togetherCuddled in the back of your mom's carLaughing at my jokesArms around each otherLips locked together.....But now you say that you don't know me??Every.Single. One.Of my deepest secrets has been invested into your very soulAnd every time you look at me...You turn the other way and laughBecause 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 tooS
GreyMy world isnt so black and white,I live in a grey world,Full of grey people and grey buildings,Grey houses and grey cars,The world I live in is far to grey,Far to grey to see the silver lining
RewriteI feel like the main character,Of a tragic romance novel,My tragedy is written on the page,The red ink in my veins,Bleeding ink upon the page,Pulsing with life,I feel trapped within this story,Within this web of plots,Oh how I wish I could rewrite it,What I wouldn’t give to rewrite this story
Bleeding HeartThe scars crack and tear open,I find myself bleeding out,My heart beats its bloody rhythm,Choking on my own blood,Choking on my own heart,Why do I care so much?Why do I tear myself apart like this?Why do I hurt so much? Just so I feel something,I lie here on the cold hard ground,I bleed out
DetachmentI feel detached, drifting on like the wind,Across green glades and crystal water,My mind wanders like the sea, endless,I find me watching myself,Watching everyone,This objective perspective is killing me,I feel detached
SpringThe gentle wind whips the petals into bloom,From amber drops, to crystal dew,The hummingbirds and fresh beer brew,The bushes ripe with hidden fruit,the trees soon follow suit,the babbling of the hidden brook,the cleaning that we undertook
PollinationLanding on silken red petals,Covered in velvet yellow fuzz,Avoiding the stinging nettles,With a happy, jovial buzz,Waiting until the wind settles,That is what a honey bee does
Knightim no knight in shining armor,im a broken person too,against the test of time,my virtues have become few,im a princess in a tower,forged from my troubled past,against my insecurities,however shall i last