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VisionLook through my eyes
See what I have faced
Know my story
You can't erase
The pain I've felt
The tears I've cried
The tears I've dealt
My heart that's died
Music is my only hope
To stay from falling off the ridge
And going down a slippery slope
So I am able to cross the bridge
I am a survivor
Of this cruel society
Reality is a NightmareThe dark thorns,
On the red, dying rose
Slowly pierce the light,
Sprouting from the air.
Like a moon in the night,
Sparkling little stars.
Shimmering upon the black canvas,
Where am I?
Am I okay?
The darkness is a veil,
Cloaking me in its dusk.
Causing me to disappear and
Hiding me from reality.
Running back to the Dreamland.
Where am I?
Am I okay?
The world begins to stir,
From blurred to clear.
Calming the ripples, like a rock hitting the sea .
Sending ripples out from within.
Pushing me further,
Into a dark and forgotten Dreamland.
Starting as a shimmering dream,
Ending in a bleeding nightmare.
I wake to the darkness.
Staring upon the rose,
With its dark thorns.
Giving me an escape,
From this broken Dreamland
Fight for PeaceThe trumpets call the men to order
general of the white army stand before his men
Staring into each face
As across the battle ground stands the enemy
All garnished in black armour
Shining in the sun like a beetles shell
"Men, today is the day we fight for freedom."
"today we fight for honour"
"Today is the day, we end the black generals reign of terror"
A bead of sweat falls from his brow
The battle begins
White overlaid with black
The swords swinging in vicious strokes
Then fog begins to creep in
Like a stealthy leopard
Hunting for her prey
It covers both armies in a veil
So thick they are unable to see what's before them
Both generals by now have inched there way
Upon a cliff
Far from the rest of their men
The white pushing the black general to the edge
Till he is teetering on the edge
Begging for his life the black drops his sword
But with one final stroke
Like a writer with his pen
The white general seals the black generals fate
With a red wax seal
From your mouth
How hard I try
I cant drown them out
The false hope
You place deep
Inside my heart
Upon your face
For a loop
Causing my heart
Now I write
Till I finally stop the tears
Which you have
Started the flow of
After all these years
Is this isn't the first
I was stupid
Enough to believe
You had changed from before
I know the truth as
The blood spills on the floor
My broken heart
Begins the cuts
Creating the broken veins
Yes we will stay friends
I know this to be true
But first I must cut
Because I still love you
The mechanical angelThe mechanical angel
A thing of beauty and steel
The object which has caught your eye
Stolen you heart
Though she smiles
The emotions are hidden
Scared of everyone's thoughts
She wants to prove
Show the tears sliding down her shiny cheek
She hides the emotions
Keeping the smile on
No matter her true feelings
The feelings deep inside
Could drown and over whelm
She wishes to find one who
Is strong enough to fight the tides
The waves of emotion
That come with no warning
The sounds of music
Are the only thing
Which calm the tides
Cease the waves
The angel is I
And I is she
My loveMy love for you is endless
Like a forever fairy tale
My feelings and emotions
Are visible in the air
Even with the distance
My love is still as strong
Stronger then a diamond
Which can cut through glass
Stronger then the chains
Which wound upon my heart
You have the key
To unlock my heart
Open it up to the world
For all around to see
The true love which I feel
Towards you my one and only
You wish to see me walking down the aisle
In a beautiful white gown
You want to hear me say I do
In reply to the ministers question
I will do all that and more
I promise you that
I love you
My dear Chris
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
you know..You know the feeling
Where you just want to dissappear from the world
Where you want to just die
You know the feeling
Where your hearts been broken
Where you just wish everything would be okay
You know the feeling
Where a razor blade feels so much better
Where tears stream down your cheeks every night
Are what I feel now
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