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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
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.
Moira (Excelsior)Moira (Excelsior)
hands clap over my eyes
like a chain clasp
linking lace around my neck.
and our clutch.
splitting into a wide upward curve,
canines and incisors cut through screens.
time rotates in a downward degree
360 degrees infinitely,
but the days are confined to finite.
and if i could, i'd connect the 12 lines
and walk along them endlessly.
i'd lose the ability to dream
and i'd never have to mingle
with the cousin of death.
living forever as a verb,
until time laps around the track
about 10 million times before
it has lost its legs.
i don't wanna sleep,
i want to dream
in an empirical reality.
hold the old time in my hand
and let the prospect bleed
into the prophecy.
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 ~
Tonight, I finished a roll of toilet paper
that I had started
a month, 8 days,
two hours, and 21 minutes ago.
Its genesis, June 11th,
one of the worst nights of my life,
I took a roll from my small bathroom,
and silently tucked it under my arm.
I couldn't let my girls know.
They couldn't know
I was going to use this as my broom.
They couldn't know
that I swept my shattered heart
under my bed.
And I wept.
My pillow taking my abuse,
my suffocation and my attacks.
My fingers squeezing it for dear life
and my knuckles as I punched it,
imagining it was her.
Then hugging it.
I only cried that hard
when I was about 6.
She was gone.
And so was I.
I cried every night
which would've marked
our 7-month anniversary.
And in the late days of that month,
I lied to myself.
And for that,
I regret every moment.
I wasn't ready.
At least I stopped it,
before we drowned each other
like the last woman.
Two weeks lat
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
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