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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
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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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