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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.
maybe i'm too busy being yours.i. i am still looking for the glue
you used to put me back together
it's maybe hidden in the back of your throat
ii. he tried his best
and i'm not saying it wasn't a valiant effort
i'm saying that i can't feel any other way
i have tried my best too
iii. you are coffee-coated
and shit talk free
and i think that's what i liked about you
the fringes of your obscenity
were never going to be front-page news
iv. you were not the source of my sadness
and i think i made you think it was
so you could fix me
and i'm still wondering if people can really be fixed
i would say yes
until the way the winter leaves me paralyzed in my bed
reminds me that i'm not okay
and i never have been
v. i don't want you to love me back
(i mean i do but i'm done hoping so hard)
i just want you to know
that i will always be there
i can't really be anything else
LemonsIf life gives you lemons
Make hot chocolate <3
It warms your heart
Dries your tears
Makes you smile
Vanquishes your fears
Have a cup with me
And together we'll make
A perfect fantasy
sometimes hate is not enoughi feel guilty
because the chances are
i'll ruin your life
and all i'll do afterwards is write about it
PerdicionTe conocí en invierno, las calles cubiertas de nieve, el frió carcomía nuestras pieles,
tu piel pálida y congelada, intentado calentar tus manos.
Ese día, aquel donde sentí un fuerte impulso de hablarte en cuanto te vi, sentado en la banca del parque moviendo tus piernas para entrar en calor, solo guiada por un impulso
me acerque a ti, te di mi bufanda y gantes, luego solo me fui.... sin preguntarte
tu nombre, ni de donde eras, ni que hacías, solo me fui.
Días pasaron, y no te volví a ver, creí que solo fue coincidencia el haberte encontrado para evitar que murieras congelado, pero increíblemente nos reencontramos en mi cafetería favorita, te distinguí de inmediato por que traías puesta mi bufanda y guantes..... aun recuerdo tu rostro confundido ... como si buscases a alguien.
Recuerdo tu rostro iluminarse cuando giraste en mi dirección. Me dijiste que mi bufanda tenia olor a
he's got a girlfriend anywaywe both know
that it's hard to write about
it's taken me seven months to start
while you slept, i burnt your crimson sheets
and painted your ceiling purple
part of me thought you might understand
i was trying to show you how i felt
i was being brave
it was how i wanted to tell you
but i was destroying more than i created
(just spread your love
set fire to the storms)
i tried to tell you
but i was tied to tracks
and it's too close for the train to miss me when it stops
if there is still a chance
you might need me
you will find me where we fell in love
sitting under cherry dark skies
with shaking fingers crossed
and blood stained lips locked
need and greedI keep wondering
if it's too much to ask
for you to tell me you love me
like you mean it with every
measure of your being,
like you want to say it
to remind me
that I deserve the smiles I surrender to,
like you are holding the words
upon your tongue
and letting them loose
louder than cannons from rooftops
in the way that breaks
the silences that I've caged myself in,
I keep wondering
if it's too much to ask
for you to tell me you love me
like you need me
to believe it.
LovesicknessI've only known you for a few days,
Yet still this longing feeling stays.
It makes me hate my in active ways,
I need a distraction, for the longer I laze,
The more I think of how you amaze.
Without your touch I feel so alone,
Anywhere near you could feel like home.
So please let me near, it's my heart that you own!
After all, you said that you love me so dearly,
Do why can't I hug you at least yearly?
The girl he loves...
The girl he loves is not perfection.
But the girl he loves doesn't have much depression.
The girl he loves is too talkative.
The girl he loves is crazy and wild.
The girl he loves is much much expressive.
The girl he loves can be over-obsessive.
The girl he loves is pretty but she denies it.
The girl he loves is always laughing and smiling.
The girl he loves can't rhyme or rap.
But the girl he loves is me.
And that's a fact.
you're already the voice inside my headyou are the canvas
of the inside of my eyelids
it's as if your rose petal cheeks
are mirages on the page
and not in front of me
if i bothered to raise my gloved hand
and grace the back of my knuckles against them
on this february morning colder than my ozone heart
would you drift away
would you ripple into nothingness like pine needles in the breeze
please don't leave
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
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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