I Can'tCan't seem to find something moreThen being so unsure on my mindWondering how its gonna beIf its to be the definite end of meI guess through my eyesThrough the hands of timeYou'll just have to seeBeyond future doorsSo I need to know for sureThat...I will be here for youThick and thin and throughIt again and againSo that I can showHow much it is that I knowAbout you, of youAnd how all of it is trueThat I love youNo comparison in the chartsEvery time its a few more marksMore and more dangersclosing in on my very heartNo, this can't be. can't beCan't bare you to see me leaveNow I know its not so sureThat...I will be here for youThick and thin and throughIt again and againSo that I can showHow much it is that I knowAbout you, of youAnd how all of it is trueThat I love youMy time is shortThough I hide those sheetsDon't want your eyes to meetEverything..Is what you mean to meBut keeping you here isAlmost too meanThe words I won't find time to say"Go
Biology Equals Zero To MeYou're my biological..Causing psychologicalpain. All in vain.Never to be quite.The same.You aren't my father, George.You're living proof that monsters exist.
My Sweet ExistenceCold. Its cold here in the darkness.The humble stricken gifts of wanted forgiveness.Forgive me for I have sinned,Sit basking in shattered lightIn need of the service to be lifted,Of such tongues and curses,Granted by the soul who lives in the dark.Who is cold to the bone.Who was found being apart.From everyone else.Please.Forgive me for I have sinned.I plead to thy holiness.May I be given my sweet innocent existence.I only want to be innocent again
Emancipation Of The SoundChimes reverberate brightly off the wallsDrums pound with brilliance far off in the distanceIn quick instances. Emancipated by the engulfing sound.The clutching chains and imprisons of the unfavorable,Are tenderly stripped from my valuables; I am free.Lost and free to fly in towards the sound. Immerse dreams.They come alive. The answers have all been found.In the birth giving sound.
The PainI'd turn the pages,Break the defenses,Of the many cages,Put onto me,To control me,deny me of self ambition,Defying me of intuition.Blow away the danger,Calm the anger,Speak of dreams,Erase the fear,Split at the seams,To all that are held dear.For all ears to hear.say goodbye to the conflict,Continue to love the time that ticks.(away, away)Close eyes to break the tears,Be one with love that sears,(away, away)The pain, all the pain!And,Let me, Turn the pages,Break the strong defenses,Of the many war wages,Put onto you,To control you!Lets be one with the love,(away, away)Lets be one with the love,(sear away, away!)The pain,The pain,The pain,I'll take it away....
The Flight Of A NightingaleHer beauty was like that of a nightingaleSweet songs spilled from her soulOnly after sunset and the moon shone paleShe awoke the night, the dead and even hearts made of coalBegan to burn with vibrant life once her lovely voice was heardShe sung of truth, beauty and love; all of which he stoleHer heart beaten and battered, a flightless birdWith stitched and patched wings, her perfect lashes drenched with tearsFor years, fallacies flooded her mind and pierced her ears. He luredHer in, raping her of her enchanting melodies; he smearsHis filthy infections inside and upon her flawless white skinBlood now pours from her aching heart, submerging her soul with fearsTruth and beauty is what she believed inFor there was nothing more mesmerizingly captivatingThough she believes in truth and beautyHer beliefs, now aren't so brightSearching for the absolute truth is her dutyThe man of her dreams obscured her sightWith the unthinkable, unforgivable tendencies he shownTrying
Will PowerI try to fly with my wings,Though they are broken, torn by the wind.Your tornado winds that you used to shrivel my desire,To be with you, to hold you and touch you, to create a fire,With you. I know my hope is weakened and my wings can't handle flight,What is the strength in me? if I can't handle my own might who wants to stand up, and fight.
FearIrony is what comes to mindWhen a common man finds an empty homeEnough to suit standards of evading the lonelySeems awfully similar to how you said there was no roomIn your deprived heart even though no one occupied it toBegin with.Love is the foulest of creaturesYou always used to utter in my earEspecially when enjoying the usual sicklyThought piercing love songs blaringJoyfully through rough speakersYou always remained dead to the word.I. So undoubtedly filled with life and the taste of passionRung out my dearest lips in your direction all becauseSomething a grander scale from within you sang crystalClear, yet I still can't place a note or a tired finger on itTruth be told, you are the dead to my lifeA creature so hideously unattractive evenFlies find you disgusting.Here we are. Exact opposites making harmonies that soundLike broken wind chimes against decayed teeth eccentricallyMaking perfect music. Maybe to our confused, hallowed out brainsThe pendulum only sw
UnexpectedUnexpected. your touch.Was gentle, welcoming.Startling. The connection,Grew and sparked went up,In flames with the kiss of,The flickering temptation.Tickling, enticing my intrigue.A simple glance of your wanting eye,And I knew. After this day. The magic,will come forth in our long unactivated chemistry.Who would think, Such binding forces lived,Between you and I.
Spark In The DarkMoments of insolent tragedySealing the vigorous deed with a kissThe suffering remembrances endlessStuck in the night of calamitySince my dawn isn't to comeI blow a red wish to my wanting sunPraying for something to revere my heartMy spark in the darkShoulders lost in the coldNever ending tears land on what I can't holdThe moon is my only loathing lightI need a better certainty tonightSince my eyes aren't to dryI curse to those eyes that shineBegging for something to revere my heartMy spark in the darkI only wish to thoseWho have the life of the mostThe lively and selfishTo pay your attention to meI've bended and I've brokenSomething you fools can't seeBask in your forlorn greedI'll remain until the last drop for meIt bleeds away, It bleeds away!I only want something warm to love my heartMy lackingMy wantingMy spark in the dark
Tart WineTrickling in deep through crevices,Flowing full through my numb senses.With with all the sufferance,Uttering with every word a cold belligerence.You. The tart wine I smile as I drink.I smile, Because you are the only drink,With a full taste, yet your taste closes me inOn The wall you fence me in, is the brink.I grin, yet tears glisten brightly,Upon my lips wreaking of aged love lively.You live comfortably in my endless sorrow.You have lived, prospered well in my heart and all it allows,All of you. Your anger, your violence and your emotions that will always remain hollow.I pour you in my empty glass.Empty cannot be this glass.Without you there is no me,No, this we cannot have.You tinge my insides a luster greenMolding to a bitter black, you are so mean.Myself and I have known of your crude effects for years,My body and I, we don't have any fears,Because you settled your virus for years.My heart, I know, is your tomb,Thankfully, I have grown immune.To the torture
I died tomorrow nighti died tomorrow nightwhen you'll say goodbyeand i'll play forever longour last favorite song.i'll hear black butterfliescrashing against the windows,and i'll listen to the lightas it fades into the sky.i'll smell dying flowersand the poison in my veins,and i'll crave lucid colorsto paint my heart sane.i'll taste the sweet bitternessyour tongue has to give meso you'll punish my soul,and i'll ask for forgiveness.i'll see the old grey wallssaying its secret lies- inside my mind, only youand death which us binds.i died yesterday nightwhen you said goodbyeand i wrote you a songto haunt you all life long.
Fondest Lovetwenty minutes to midnighteuphoria danced spiritedlyAs the moment grew closerCan't help to feel the pullOf electrifying elated wavesThe warmth of a love growing fonderWrapped itself around petty limbsThe simple simplicity of a silk sheetSo inviting, soft and gentleAgainst woken skinthe ground would onlyProve unsuitableFor such an ebullientBeautyA rush pushes forth ontoA body so surprised and amazedBy such a wondrous voiceImplicating wonderful intentionsIntentions that came to be trueStrawberry flavored delights sentIn waves and full shiversDirectly to a mindAlready in a coaxed highAs it keeps becoming higherAnd higher and higher as it becomesAlive to senses not even knownHappiness as incredible as thisCouldn't ever wane from a sceneSo unreal its undoubtedly realBecause the feeling is aliveAlive as the bright winged butterfliesthey huddle to a heat they findComforting, relaxing, appealingA connection unlike normal connectionsBorn under unusually lighted
Finale Of YouFinal realization has dawned before me.This is now and what I truly believe.Wasted efforts and wasted time.Wasted love and wasted tears.Wasted years just to yearn,And to not ever receive.You failed my dearest senses,Because you have failed me.No longer batting my lashes,towards your eye.Fleeting my mind.Like a broken disguise.You were something that wasn't.The entire time you plastered your face,With petty words to make me think,You cared. You pierced my faith.With you're deprecating ways.All because you proved to be a fake.The many curving paths I've crossed,Seemed to have had a lot of confusion.The lies that worked they're way into,My spine were not an illusion.I fear. All of this. And you. Will cripple my desireFor everlasting inspiration. I do hope you know, just how,Much you crushed me. To make me bleed. I finally see.As it has dawned before me.
ComaQuiet..Hearing the thrusting beats of an enraged heartWanting to leave, Be freed from the entrapment of a chestDeaf...The sounds slowly dieing away within eardrumsHallowing out into bitter nothingnessAll that remains is a vomit inducing ringingBlind...Bellowing gray clouds put vision to bayTo rest it beckons by the gray gradually submitting darknessAs a whole it's now encased by an endless world of blackTrembling..Adrenaline mixed with icy dread poured cold in a bucket of fearA stirred panicking mind unconsciously knocks it overInto desired blood streams it is pouredFaint..Senses no longer capable of flawless workA Caution sign painted large on every possible intentionPatiently and silently another withered soul is put to restA nature struck comaAnd a coma is all you have left
you and your crazy schemesjoylessis presented in cardboard,fully fleshed,foundering in shallow ocean,crept upon rabbit feet and labyrinthine fiction.spoiled the sendingby ending the sentence prematurely,contributed to consolation,condensed into minutes read aloud by surly children.half-rottenis presented in miniature,opalescent,found out of sad habit,kept around black rabbits and moldering pages.
windowframelittle black wasps dance,practicing origami;they sing paper cells.
graveyard music.i believethe skyis a poemthe clouds: the pagethe stars: the wordsand nowi saythe groundis a sheet,her bones,crumbling,the song.
unsaidall the words i'd like to sayhave fallen between the lines.all the tears you shed are nowsalt on the desert land of my heart.there's no sympathy:only your reaching hand as i walk away.the flavour of this dark night lays on my lips.i turned my back on you long before this day,long before i woke up after dreaming of flowersand tasting bright dead stars;long before i longed for your touchto calm down the monsters in my mind;before drowning the little girl i used to bein the swamp of my innocence;before believing in unhappy endingsand sinking in my putrid hopes:i gave up on you the moment i loved you.
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful liesIt can capture insincere emotions with such credibilityThat you, yourself can be fooled by your own façadeJust like this photograph of you and meWhere our lips meet in a tender kissUnveiling our love story to the worldA story filled with heartbreak and agonyAnd yet we seem so happily in loveThat I can dissolve in the solaceOf this photographs sweet deception.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------EverydayI fabricate a smileTo deceive all those who surround meJust so they are unable to enjoy the pleasureOf witnessing my pain.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Our hearts deceive our mindsInto believing that our love is reciprocatedWhen in truth, it is as one-sidedAs the reality of a two-faced lie-------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Id least expect itYoud creep into my mi
Chocolate starYour heart is just an irregularlyshaped cherry chocolate star.I want to save itin my pocket for later.
She couldWho could sendshivers, shiversdown your spine?(she could,she could)when she staredinto your eyesHer soft irisesa gentle hazelShe told you storieswith her eyes
UndoneI can feel your paintwisting inside of meMy gut is writhingIt's likeevery time you're lonelyI'm weepingAnd the pain isseethingMy fists are clenchedup into little ballsagony loves usa little too muchMy painis your painMy gut is writhingA stutterof breatha shedding of liquidfrom my eyesShaking, shivering,shutteringThe pain insidewon't be doneThe knots insidewon't come undoneThe pain insidewon't be doneThe knots insidewon't come undoneUndone DONE!Undone DONE!Undone
BoxingBoxingThey placed me in a box- lets call it the weird people-box -and I was forgotten for three years.One day, someone found that box- pulled me out of it and gave me a new one, one I liked- stuffed with pink cellophane and called me his porcelain-princess.The box ended up collecting dust,- dirty, secret and annoying dust so he threw it out, without saving me.- maybe he forgot that cellophanedoesnt keep things from hurting but I realise now, that over- or underrated Boxes suck.
MothAsh of a moth, shardsof its corpse strewn, slovenlycreating a mess.
But SilenceVacuous silenceis unnervingpulling the threads in my brainlike loosening shoe lacesfor me to tripBut gentle silenceis soothingpulling guitar strings in my brainpreparing foran unforgettable lullaby
BackwardsMy heart a butterfly, Going backwards.
PinwheelThe wind filters through the plastic blades of my heartyes, your pinwheel stills spins in my back pocket,it hasn't left it