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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.
historically inaccurate documents-i-
you were perfect.
i could not look directly
at your flare, your lace,
i learned to love and blush
in that moment.
there are eight planets
and each one orbits
i am the first person to name
this cluster of stars
for the handful of freckles
on your arm
that it mirrors.
and i am also
you are the gleaming envy
of every viewer. you stand
bathed in worship-worthy
nervous ticks that only i
not a single other being
in our plane
is made of matter.
you alone are real
and we are the shatters
of the echoes
your breathing makes.
cusped quasars sync
portals swarming out of
sinusoidal orders. ornate
soils storing digitized loyalties
of lovers purring potently.
potential switched kinetic
all times are ours
and all dimensions follow
all rhymes involve
and all tensions swallow
we're all right
in all beds
with all words
like the length
of our lives,
we are withou
Bitlets 158She can’t decide to ask him
picking the petals of forget-me-nots:
he likes me,
he forgives me not.
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
In TuneI breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest.
When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours.
You don't just finish my sentences
I swear you read my mind.
We're a well oiled machine.
Like the ebb and flow of the sea.
We're becoming one body, one soul.
You and me.
We're meant to be.
Our UniverseHere we are in our mundane universe.
We stand underneath the night sky
And gaze up at the stars.
We are two small specks of dust
Attached to each other by tangled fingers.
My toes wiggle deeper into the sand
As I watch you splash around in the warm water.
Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there.
But we'll see it someday.
Together, hand in hand,
We will explore this huge galaxy.
We will make our own discoveries.
We will search for adventure
All the while we hold tightly to each other.
Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart.
Because no matter how far we go
We'll still be two little dots
Lying on that beach
Aguila negra: preludioTres años atrás te vi por primera vez
pero era demasiado timida para hablarte
de modo que solo te contemplaba desde lejos
y te seguía a escondidas, no quería asustarte.
Al principio hablamos limitadas ocasiones
te veía muy poco pero en mi mente
siempre estabas presente,
a cada segundo
a cada instante,
era inevitable recordarte...
Hasta que un día, después de mucho esperar
me armé de valor y me acerqué a charlar,
no sabía si era una buena idea
pero ya no podía aguardar la espera
Tu mirada tan dulce
tu sonrisa angelical
hicieron que me derritiera
que se nuble mi pensar
Al día siguiente me escribiste,
me preguntaste si quería salir
yo muy emocionada
dije sin pensar "¡si!"
Disfrutamos de la danza
de un cielo estrellado
bebiendo te bajo el árbol
me estrechaste un abrazo
La miel es más dulce
cuando la pruebo de tus labios
las noches son más frías
cuando no estoy a tu lado
Intentamos tomarnos una foto
hug me so tightly that i can barely breatheI want to hug you so badly.
I want a hug that leaves the two of us breathless
because we've both waited so long to see each other again.
There's nothing better than that feeling I get
when you pick me up and squeeze me so tight
to where I can barely breathe but I can still
feel the butterflies in my stomach
and when you put me down to give me a billion kisses
I can't help but hold on to you so tight
because I'm too afraid to let go of you.
domain and range mean nothing before 10 amshe made worlds on tuesday mornings
not bothering to listen or take notes but instead
looking down onto the numbers and letters at her fingertips
and drawing the square roots and functions up in her mind
graphing virtual abstracts of you that
her unsteady hands lacked the deftness to create in her notebook.
she had tried a thousand times, though,
sharpening the pencil over and over
and adjusting this exponent and that denominator to get nearer to your curvature
in hopes of a more accurate depiction
in hopes of a smaller margin of error
but she ran out of lead faster than your face ran through her head
and erasers and echoed lines
are flimsy compensation for such an injustice to your irresponsible perfection.
so she forewent paper
instead latching tight onto the afterimage
which contained a calm, unstirred world
where the cream in her coffee spiraled into art and froze mid-oblivion
where the clicks of locks on doors meant
nothing more than solitude
with her thoughts
where your navy-and-
highschool heartsnew faces, old faces
faces we think we see
faces we wish we would never see again
laughs out loud
proclamation of feelings
sitting at the red table
coffee in hand
smiling so faintly
you joke so inappropriately
but not at that
how oblivious love is
how oblivious our lives are now
and pretty brown eyes
that glint in your eye when i blabber on
your pretty lips
i promised i'd stay on my studies
but i'd rather be studying chemistry
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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