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Rocks I think I found a friend.
A few friends.
With good mindsets,
And decent hearts.
Friends that will keep you where you need to be,
And prevent you from flying too far away.
I've found my rocks,
And they're helping me rebuild my broken walls,
It's a slow and agonizing process.
But the walls are now more than half built.
My new rocks are my foundation,
Wedged between a mortar of trust and hope.
I'm rebuilding my house of trust and love.
So I can house and shelter the ones I care for.
Protecting them from the rain of despair.
I've found my rocks.
Breaking Away Why must you always pull me down?
Putting me through agony just to get to know your name.
So I'm done pretending.
Today is the day I cut the chains that bind me to you,
And I'm running away from my demons,
Or more specifically my Demon.
And as I run I will not think about you,
Or anything else,
Only of the people and things that made this possible.
I am eternally in your debt.
Explain I have no words for what I feel.
The few months I've known you feel like years.
I wish I could explain,
But there happen to be thousands of others who would say the same.
So I'm content to sit and watch,
The hidden man's world in which he allows me to take refuge.
I'm eternally in debt to the laughs he has given me,
Yet I am just another person he will never see.
I just wish I could express,
I don't wish to digress.
So I will stop myself here.
Skipping Stones (16) "Are you really sure?" My mom asked me. I gave an exasperated sigh and looked her in the eye. I heard the sound of someone knock on the door and instinct told me it was Iggy, wondering what the holdup was. My mom was the holdup. She wasn't exactly sure if I should leave and go with Iggy anywhere, she thought it was unusual of me, since I rarely went outside on weekends.
I gave her a slight nod and she waved her hands, giving me a weary expression. "Well, do as you wish. I trust you, I just wish you wouldn't be so distant.." Me? Distant? From her!? I almost laughed. Obviously she didn't realize ever since dad died, she was actually the distant once. But whatever, it didn't matter.
Slowly, I walked towards the door, grabbing my grey jacket as I did so. "Well, I'll see you later mom." I exited. Iggy had actually decided to do something fun for once. We were gonna hang out at the park. I liked that. It seemed normal after everything that happened, but then again, my life had been pre
I can't yet I shall. Why and How? I can't.
I can't do this.
I can't keep writing words that mean nothing.
I can't keep living a life that has no meaning.
I can't just stop breathing.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't live without you.
I can't understand why someone so perfect is so evil.
I can't believe you would waste all that time to tell me it was just a game.
I can't stop loving you.
I can't quit doing things I don't want to do.
I can't keep listening to the complaints of others.
I can't keep ignoring the complaints of myself.
I can't take this any longer without knowing.
Why do I write words that mean nothing?
Why do I keep living a life that has no meaning?
Why can't I just stop breathing?
Why can't I do this anymore?
Why can't I live
Secrets Imagine if you knew me.
Would I make you laugh?
Could I attempt to bring forth yet another beautiful smile?
Or would it all just be in vain?
You'd have a simple frown of distaste.
And I'd frown too.
But what if I saw your face?
The one the you so carefully hide behind a mask,
A mask perpetually void of emotion.
What would you do?
I've confided all of my deepest secrets in you.
Would you allow me to keep that one secret?
It would be our little secret.
And only us two would know.
Nobody else needs to know.
Untitled Is this the end?
Is this the end of everything?
The relationship you lied to me and said we had.
How could you do that?
Just lie to my face?
They were mistakes I never wanted you to make.
And I won't question you.
It was never like me too,
But it just won't stop,
A constant battle fought.
What have we become?
Silently disgracing one another and hiding from our shame.
Let's take a moment,
And try and escape from out demons.
Yours will never forget previous heartache.
Mine would probably rip out your skin from the inside.
So, for a moment,
Let's pretend to be human,
We found one another,
And we're so separate and apart,
But our demons match up.
Skipping Stones (15) I was warm. A bit too warm for the single blanket and tanktop and shorts I wore to bed. "Hmng?" I rolled over and hit someone. But no one was in my bed. Weird. How can you hit something that isn't there..? My sleepy mind wandered all over the place and I tried not to think too much about it.
Wait wait wait! Someone is in my bed with me?! I almost screamed as I opened my eyes to see two apple colored eyes staring at me. "Hello." They said. Nope. This is a huge fucking NOPE!I pushed Iggy off of my bed as I could feel the heat rising, yet again to my face. Stupid freaking stupid..!!
"How did you even get in here? What are you doing in my bed? You're a creep! What do you want?" I asked all these questions at once I was so flustered. He backed up and threw his hands in the hair, flipping his black hair out of his eyes.
"Well, after you locked me, quite rudely, out of your bedroom, I decided, hey, why not go make fun of some people? I mean, I can do things I could
The Celestials - CH. 3 I watched Alice wake up in the field. I liked fields. They're pretty and soft and they remind me of what the world used to be. Back before the Evils. When daemons and humans didn't need to aide one another in combat. I sighed, sending a breeze through the plane. Alice shivered and glanced around, her eyes narrowed.
Should I take human form? It's been so long since I've even SEEN a human. I had forgotten how fragile their bodies looked. If I don't take human form I'll scare her? Maybe.. I shook it off and took human form, the clothes from a much older time, from when I had last seen my previous master. I shook my head. I couldn't think of that now. I had work to do. I headed towards my new master, the one who would use me in combat.
"Alice! Over here!" A deep voice called my name. I whipped my head around to see a very tall looking boy smiling a little ways away from me. Si
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breath into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
Evolve So many people are trying to understand,
I'm a different species,
A whole new breed.
My DNA has been modified many times over,
Pain and passion has turned my heart a lovely shade of gray,
Hard and stone cold,
Has anyone thought to check my brain?
I fear I've lost my mind and I cannot find it again..
But maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Faded and worn it just fell right through.
Maybe I'm the reason why I'm afraid to fly,
Am I my own reason why I'm causing myself to die?
I'm a fish in water, who doesn't know how to swim,
And I'm choking,
And I'm dying,
I need to evolve.
I am a new species,
A whole other breed,
I'm what you get when you evolve,
When you evolve further into you
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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