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do you really have a choice???dont condemn them
for they do not know what they ask
i knew what i was asking for
so i deserve this sufferen
but do not take their innocence
we all reach that point
where breathing just get to hard
you pretend you care
then prove to me you dont
im lyeing hear in this fatal position
wait for these tears to leave
and its you fault!
to believe in angels
you must believe in
dont burn to bright...
just bright enough for me
they play in grave yard
without knowing it
disturding the dirt
and the people under it
I'd tell you to go to hell
but i know sending you home
wouldnt do anyone any good
I am dirty & discarded
a memory to easily forgotten
i might aswel be a figment of your imagination
existing for the breifest moment in time
It's a heartbreaking feeling
while I know you love her
I hope she realizes how special you are
in the dreams of the immemorable
answers plead to be spoken
but the question
seven secondsin the last seven seconds i realized 3 things
well actually i miss a lot of things at the moment. i miss the sun and the sand on the beaches mixing together. i also miss the feeling of adventure when i go somewhere i haven't been before. but when I'm talking about what i miss i was actually thinking of you. I'm not exactly sure what i miss about you, maybe it was the green in your eyes that was almost invisible behind the brown or maybe it was how your hands never seemed to get cold, maybe it wasn't any of these but i know it has something to do with how we would sit somewhere and talk for hours and we would both seem so happy, i remember meg asking me later what we had been talking about (she always had had a crush on you) and i would never be able to tell her, not because it was private but i could never have been able to sum it up. i remember sitting next to you thinking about growing old together. some how growing old with you didn't seem so bad you s
her diaryher diary sits on the bed,
where he discarded it hours earlier.
she had sent it with a parcel,
that she said contained her heart
(he didn't dare find out what it really was).
the dairy she had started writing when they were together.
(a month before she left)
2 years of her life were held in its pages
followed with sticky notes and falling out pages
when he found it lying on his bed
he had secretly hoped that it would reveal where she was.
he seamed to have forgotten that she wrote in poems
about how she felt
the only clue to where she was is a small note
on the back page
to find me u must find the place where
my best friend...she's scared to feel...
to fall in love,
to believe in people,
they have ALL let her down
one to many times.
she's looking for an escape,
a way to enter the blackness
that is reached just before you wake up.
the place where nothing can find her.
the place that feels free
the place of nothingness.
(she doesn't see the prison bars
in my headi have a confession to make...
i don't dream when i sleep
for some people that could be normal
but for me i think its strange
I'm supposed to control what happens,
so why do most my favorite characters die?
my so called dreams...
they are my little fairy-tales
but they grow and Grow and GROW
until i cant control them
i know it may sound weird that
i cant control my own thoughts
but it just starts to overwhelm me
i try to stay with reality as much as i can
but after awhile of trying to block them
they turn into nightmares and ruin me
they make me moody, hard to get along with
and then REAL people are also getting angry at me
not just the people in my head
its hurting me...
i think that its all gonna kill me
I'm trying not to be dramatic here
Ice BabyYou should live in the Arctic, baby.
where the sun don't shine to often,
with animals so dangerous and cute.
you would fit right in there, baby.
you could dance in snow
and maybe find something
more dangerous then yourself.
oh baby you would love it there,
where it can never get to hot...
but without me you would have to live,
you would only have animals, baby.
I'm sorry i could not come with you
but your baby is joined to the sun.
I'm so sorry...
my ice baby.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
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
no 11:11 wishinghey say he likes her,
and shes cant help pray
that they were right.
his eyes are like
the months between summer and autumn,
specks of green hidden behind a gentle brown.
and his voice seems to melt even her heart.
she doesnt want to love him.
but she cant help herself
and she cant help hoping
that someday he will want her back.
she may hope yes,
but she will never let herself wish
because her wishes seem to get lost
on their way to heaven.
so tonight she will go to bed before 11:11
and HOPE that one day...
he will love her too.
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