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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.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
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
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
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
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
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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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