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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.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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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