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LoveI thought hard about you
Those months have been new to me
I thought I only loved once
but you proved me wrong
I find it silly how stupid I can be
perhaps I was in fantasy
but you whispered words
I thought I would never hear
you where so sincere
full of sweet honey
I couldn't believe my eyes
A beautiful person
standing by my side
you where selfless
but full of a careless aroma
A likable person to people
I love it
I don't think my heart can scream enough
quit distracting me with you loving gaze
quit putting me first
I thought I loved one gender
i was stupid
I have no definition to who I am
or what I want
Love has no definition
I will love whom I please
even if society doesn't see it
that's why I chose him
that's why I am with him
because my heart told me
I want to be with him
TimeMy hand winds the clocks hand
I follow each number
each minute each hour
I count to ten
the many times you left me alone
I wonder what i could of said before you left
when you told me you where working late again
you pat my head with your large hands
you barely glanced at my lonely eyes
I wanted to run after you but I knew better
I should of known
that you wouldn't be coming home
i stared at the clock for hours
waiting for you
How should i have known
what had happen to you?
I wind the clocks hand
hoping to relive your memory
hoping that by some chance
you would come back
telling me you love me again
I wish you would just come home
so that things would be ok again
Why didn't I stop you that day?
there was only one word I wanted to tell you
I love you
WallsI have painted these walls with thousands of coats
I still see the blue smudged on the walls
where i used the chalk for the sky
the more i paint them
the more i forget
they where just distant memories
I think about the past
how many things use to fill me
but here I am making space for him
I pointed at the stars smiling
this is just for you
I had such a broken smile then
My walls are turning white
from the constant coats
I turned to him smiling
with the most sincere stare
this is just for you
I painted a whole new world
just to show him
he means to me
moonYou twists colors in front of me
I have the right words
The right feelings
but shove them inside staring at you
I have them at the tip of my tongue
they're bitter sweet
I want to tell you but I thought it was too soon
watching on what you would do
What cruel joke is this?
we watched the moon
holding our cold hands so tight
you were warm
it was just right
stumbled on my words
you stared at the moon with a curious look
I stared at you with a fluttering heart
I felt my chest tighten
my stomach writhe
I can't explain it
what you're doing to me
it's so hard
I hate you for it
EmotionsHands held me from all sides
there emotions pent up and thrown over me
I felt there burdens on my frame
They ask for love
but I can't give it
there forces strong
I caved in to there will
But did they care to listen to me?
I gave in
did they care to hear my tears?
did you even ask...
I always thought
Will it always be like this?
but you waited with patience
you took your time with me
you held me close
told me not to cry
you caught me when I fell
when I stumbled clumsily
you where gentle
it was all that I asked for
You waited for me
no one ever has
I was scared
driven to a corner
each day you waited
you watched silently
If this is for this little time
I would like to spend the rest of my time with you
Don't follow meYou touch my shoulders
I stiffen at your cold hands
you whisper several things
but it's weird
I can't understand your words
I feel myself slipping in the dark
your frosted over me
your beauty a mystery
but I am drawn to you
how long have you been watching?
How long have you stood there
I fear you
Sticky notesAm a planet so close yet so far
your hands reach as far as the moon
yet it was never so close for a touch
Don't get me wrong
I looked down many stairs
but I just didn't want to take the steps
A planet too far for your reach
yet so close to your breath
I can hear your heart dying
but I smile solemnly to myself
Because you're so close
yet so far
I can say many things
but I don't think words are needed
I am the planet you can never grasp
Dear MeDear Eighteen Year old me
This Might seem odd to you
but I must Inform you that Not of it is all so bad
You will Grow up to many wonderful things
Many Painful Obstacles
You Have already gone through so much
but that was just the beginning
Life goes on that is something that you must remember
no matter what happens
Dear Eighteen year Old me
Love is a shy and spouting nonsense of things
But in that Nonsense there is always reason
I came to Inform you
that when there is a chance of sprouting love
Don't ever let go
you will meet the most beautiful
most amazing person
they will make you smile
They will make you cry
but all those moments will be worth it
You won't regret it at all
Dear Eighteen Year Old me
Remember that Life comes with hardship
You have ruffled the edge of the first step
Now keep climbing the mountain of your own
Remember the people you have helped
remember that you love the people you have met
Don't forget that everyday
is a new day
Remember people have c
WaitAlthough My dreams are on a thin string
I will keep on moving
I have shaky legs
but I won't bite my lips till they bleed
I will just keep on walking forever
I get up
I fall on my face
I may bleed but I will always learn
I have watched the faces of the disappointed
I pity these weary faces
my heart aches in a twisted turn
we are only human
I feel your hearts
I feel your thoughts burrowed deep in your head
I will always think about all of you
I can't do a thing but stick this string on you all
so I wait
I wait silently
For all of you
The judgemental.What the hell is going on with the world today?
People arguing with others about gay marriage.
Letting their religious beliefs get the best of them.
Judging these people because of their "transverse" aspects.
People arguing with who gets investments
Who will go to war with who.
Protecting their investments.
People who argue about the acceptance of abortion.
What women should do with their own bodies.
The killing of fetal bodies.
Deciding if women should be injected with the papilloma vaccine.
While most women are not sexually active.
People shunning others because of their appearance.
Because they are overweight.
Because they are hideous.
Because they are freaks.
They definitely don't care about what exists in the inside.
People judging others based on their race, ethnicity and disabilities.
Disabilities of all kinds.
People stereotyping men and women based on their sexual orientation.
Lesbians and the Gay.
I have only one thing to say about these on-going battle
My ShellWhen I was young I wondered, why did chickens have eggs?
Was it so the yolk didn’t get everywhere?
Was it to make baby chicks look like pearls?
Or was it simply to have eggs to paint for Easter?
Years went by and by elementary I was the geek the nerd
The teacher’s pet who always knew the answer and would never share his work
I was the kid at the front of the class bright eyed and desperate to learn everything
Until I found out what a dork was.
I thought to myself I’m not a whale’s penis
I’m a little boy just like you
Why do you hate me?
So I stopped
I stopped raising my hand
I stopped answering questions
I stopped being a little boy
Instead I was a baby chick
Hiding in his shell
Letting them paint me with their words
But never letting them in
Because if I don’t let them in it doesn’t hurt, right
Wrong it does hurt it hurts worse than the sticks and stones
And all those broken bones
It hurts not because of the words that were splattered on my sh
You're desperate, you're not originalCraving love
is a human's factory state
( reset reset reset )
so how could you be
anything but bitter?
We're a pack of hungry dogs,
starving for love, oh gods,
who let us off our chains?
Tearing into each other
as if it could teach us
how to hold a heart
between our sharp teeth.
You see them everywhere -
love floats on, all around,
but never where you are,
or so it seems.
It's alright, it's simply
what you are - we pick
each other apart, because
"this is it, this is love,
this is what we need."
Honey, you're nothing new -
part of a pack of hungry dogs,
howling at the moon, howling
at this girl, howling howling.
We're desperate, some hungry dogs
delivered with a faulty factory state.
Louder than thunderEyes blurred, starry
Breathe heavy, distracted
Skin hot, silky
Voice burred, eager
Breasts perfumed, lush.
She made my five sense louder than thunder
MonsterWhen I was younger I was never afraid of the dark. The cold unforgiving black that frightened other children never seemed to bother me. I was content to sit by myself dreaming of a way that I could be alone with the wind and my thoughts forever. It wasn't until I started to become older and the horrors of everyday life appeared, that the dark seemed to frighten me.
I had convinced myself when I was very small that monsters did exist, but who said they had to be bad? In my mind the monster under my bed and I had tea whilst I slept, in my head I hosted wars and I flew on the wings of birds that there will never be enough words to describe. I always believed that monsters where real, but I never believed they were bad.
And I had set up protection for those who sought me harm, I went to bed every night knowing that the teddy’s I positioned around my bed would fight of anything that didn't mean me well, and they had won every war. But it was the horror of everyday life that slowly dwi
TitledIt's not healthy to feel like you wanna die.
I know this..
I'm just too ignorant to change my thinking.
Very similar in fact, to the reason for why some of us keep smoking
We don't have to do it
we can put it down
we can quit...
however despite the fact that we pay for our death many of us don't give a shit.
It's this type of thinking that get a lot of people saying that we should just die
we contribute nothing to society so why do we keep living
sometimes it's as simple as living just to piss those people off
This isn't a poem but rather a collection of cynical thoughts that assist me in living
and I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only who won't talk about my problems cause it makes me weak
I know I'm not the only who won't go to a therapist because of the stereotype that therapy is for
It's the ability to not quit that will ultimately end up killing me
and I welcome it with open arms.
I'll ObserveI'll observe them while they play,
Analyze their merry ways.
I'll absorb them while they play,
Recognize what games are feigned.
I'll observe them while they play,
Them chasing their poor lives away.
I'll forget them while I play,
Once I've learned from their mistakes.
A Pint of DogmaA pint of dogma, if you will.
A cup of wine for such a pill.
A diet of carbs for those so holy.
Two words to save m’self so wholly.
Sunday MorningSundays have come a long way
It's a nice morning on this side of the same window in all my memories
If you only stare at the light on the walls
Where the matchstick man lets in the prescription light
Healing the world of me
Before I’m sick with the warm memory of
Light poured through hallmark movie mornings and grandma’s wholesome soup
I might as well write with a tongue tied in kno-ts
Stall ju-st stopping these stout struts of stuff
This stuff, is better described as stuff than what I tried with a tongue pen
Memory will never be the feeling even with a brain pen
I will need a time pen to write myself over again into the past
But then there is no need to write or time for me as me to be and last
And me as me to see there is a need to stay in those moments forever
Yet we have never stayed in a moment, except this one, long enough to feel
Only long enough to make a memory
That is why it still feels bitter to trust our memory to feel
When we have never once been so far away fr
Looking in the glassit crumbles under my feet
am not afraid to die
I don't wish for more
I can hear the bodies
falling like leaves
one by one
I can hear the cries of women
the pleas of men
Im the only one behind
I let go
following the steps of heaven
a row of them
I follow behind
I got to heaven
only to ended up selling my soul
looking for someone that didn't go
i got left behind again
looking for someone i didn't know
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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