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Is it so hardIs it so much not to be alone
To ask to go out even alone,
just able to say she's tired,
that she'll be here later,
She's got work in the morning
Is it so much to ask to not be the third wheel,
the fifth the seventh the eleventh,
Can't I ask to not go home alone
or to an empty bed, not every night
Can't I ask for a reason not to be out
or to come along, or to be late.
What about a reason to not go home.
Its it so hard to ask not to be alone.
To fill the void, and carry the pain.
To hold my tears, to cry for me,
because I wont, or I can't.
Is it to hard to ask to not be alone?
The Young Become Old, and Yet still YoungI doesn't hit me until the nights like thease,
The nights I go to bars and look around,
Where the crowds are old and the music still loud,
Where family still sits all around,
but not in the places of old.
It's not till the nights like thease do i realize how old I've become,
How Young I truely am,
and how old I have yet to become.
Burnt Bridges (Original)I burnt the Land
I boiled the sea
I salted the earth
and poisoned the wells
I Walked the earth,
yet I returned to you.
I saw the land reapi itself
I saw the bridge being rebuilt
When I started to put boards down,
you where gone, and the land was destroyed
I'm waiting....A heart surrounded by darkness
Each crevasse growing longer
Deeper with each day
I feel this heart
Being polluted by the darkness more and more .
The darkness seeps into the cracks
Like water into rocks
I'm waiting for the breaking point
I'm waiting for the shatter
I'm waiting .
Lone Wolf, No ClubI am a lone wolf
I live in exile
I live on the edges
I sit on my paws,
looking onto others.
I see happiness and
sorrow and pride,
but I feel none,
no happiness no
no sorrow or pride
Just the negative...
I feel fear,
fear of loneliness,
I feel fear,
of my own depression
I am a lone wolf.
I may not have chosen
my exile, but I
will embrace this, my exile
I will embrace
these dark emotions
tell light and
love find my dark
and tormented soul
for I am a lone wolf
and I have no club.
Ghosts that Never WhereMy mind falls back to the day we meet
That days seems long ago
Flash forward to your betrayal
The first knife you stuck in my heart
I would forgive you in time
For time heals all wounds
And still I felt for you
Years latter we stood on terms.
A year latter my feelings returned
But this time I felt them from you
Just a hint at first, but they where there
It took 6 month's for you to admit them
When you did I began to regret
I remember the night.
I relive it often
Dinner, you in that dress
Your sister in blue,
My tux, my red vest and tie
Driving your car, sitting alone in the sky
You, your texts. I read them to remember
To remember I wasn't imagining
To remember it was real
I remember the theatre
You head on my shoulder
I remember the dinner we shared
Your favorite restaurant
I remember the rumors
The rumors That ended what could have been
What ended what never was.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
Burnt Bridges (V2)I burned the land,
I boiled the sea,
I did not find Screnity,
I Salted the Earth
and Poined the wells,
I walked away from the smoldering reamins
I roamed the earth for a time,
but I kept return to that place from before
I destroyed the land so She could move on
Yet she stayed, and tried to rebuild.
I finnely forgave my mistake,
I put the first board down on my side,
I look up and saw that she had moved on
and the land was destroyed once again
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