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Just One Second MoreMixed emotions
Irritating words my chest feels crushed
My mind feels cluttered
Red stains my cheeks
It's just a phase
No need to scratch those itchy wrists
The blade so tempting
Calling sweetly to my name
The beckoning of smooth cool metal on skin
The shine of it is yelling
To feel my warm skin
Feel the groves of my wrists
Just once I'll give into temptation
Stop the chaos
It all comes to a halt
Just one second more
I Love YouMy voice is quite yet you can still hear me
My heart is weak yet you make it beat harder than a drum
My face is cold yet you make me blush
My throat grows dry
My fingers tremble
What should I do?
I know how to speak but not the three words that matter most
For those words have hurt me in the worst way before
I know the pain yet I continue admiring you
You come to say hi
My mouth opens yet no words ever come out.
I stutter each time your around
I see your warm soft face and I forget my own surroundings
No matter how much I deny it or how much it hurts
I have to say those three painful words
I love you
Love...?Soft flowing brown hair
Moving in the warm breeze.
My heart skips a beat
Deep brown eyes looking back at me
The sun adding more power and depth into the deep pools
Lightning hits every nerve in my body when those endless pools look at me.
An addicting smile flash at me
The last blow that makes my body go numb my background becomes hazy
The more his smile is set upon me the more my heart feels like it's going to explode
Is this love?
Is this meant to be?
When I look at him and that smile I pray to God that this is
I'm in love
With this feeling
Bleeding HeartOh my darling you disappeared from me
Out of my hands and faded away
How could you just leave without a thought of mercy?
I lie on the floor my heart bleeding on to the tile.
I search the strength to get up and walk away.
Your image appears before me
As if to plead me to wait for you my prince
To save the princess from the evil queen and awaken her long sleep.
I wait a little longer praying to God to guide you my way.
I bleed on and on.
When will the hold you have on me break?
Your cruel you hold my heart
Never hold me to keep safe in your arms
You watch me bleed knowing what cruelty your doing
I watch in envy of what others have
Wishing to have the same, but
Knowing that I never will
I want to awaken from this night mare
I watch in helplessness as my love is in another's arms
Happy faces float by
Never watching or stopping to notice the bleeding girl
Am I just a ghost?
A simple fragment of your imagination?
Catch me my love and hold me till my heart stops it's wretched beating.
One Thing I Wish to CarryIn my bag there are pencils, pens, and books. I carry my bag full of little trinkets, such as magic cards. The illusion fascinates me.
I carry my pencils, that allow my ideas, thoughts, and visions to become tangible. Allowing me to hold, cherish, and eventually destroy. Never allow them to fly out of my reach.
I carry my heart shaped stone. As if someone molded Jell-O into a soft blown up heart and froze it still.
I want to throw the stone out a window and watch it shatter to pieces. I want to hold it and cherish the fragile glass. The guilty dream and want wash over me, when I see that simple shaped stone.
I hold two letters, one from my dearest friend, that has seen me at my worse, sunk so far into depression, to the point of giving up on it all. An old yellowing love letter that I still hold onto, the first time I thought I was in love.
I hold highlighters that emphasize my words. To high-light the point and move head on.
I carry my grandma's ring by my heart each and every day. Re
Freedom wanted and loved
Longed and prayed for
What does it mean?
The right to vote?
The right to live?
When are we free?
Could we ever be free?
Stress, anger, envy, fear
We're never free
The right to think and speak
Is it an illusion?
Made to decieve?
Smiles in vain?
Hurt, pain, sorrow
What can we do?
Free as a bird
That bird gets shot...
I want to be free
Gravity let me go
Let me be
Sore off to the moon
No one could tell me if I'm
Bad or good
Perfect or imperfect
Reality so painful
Clouds and rushing air
So close I can touch a stair
So high up
I might come crashing down
Smiles, laughfter, giggles
Far away now
All at ounce
Reality crashes in
Pain all comes back
Laughfter seems so far
Emotions on a killing coaster
All fades...No just me
All thats left is the puddle of tears
That graviy holds.
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
PuzzledLook at me look at you
We don't seem to fit
Like two puzzles hat aren't meant to be together
So why does the picture look good?
Am I the only one that sees it?
What do you think?
Does the picture look better without the different puzzles connected?
To me it looks good
It makes sense
It fits so well and the picture is beautiful
The fit is perfect
Your arms holding me
And me holding you is perfect enough for me
So the picture doesn't make sense
It fits because I'm in love with you
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