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under the surfacesometimes i feel like i'm dying
in this beautifully sick sad world of mine.
lost in this winning situation. . .
un r e q u i t e dSometimes I read the words of a stranger
and put my journal away.
Is it wrong that I wait up for
checking every 5
Late into the night, waiting for your name to greet mine
and finish yesterday's conversation.
Is it wrong that I celebrate your ups, your downs - right by you
make plans for the week into the next
just to sit
side by side
Is it wrong - waiting for you to notice me?
Is it wrong - waiting for you?
Is it wrong - waiting?
But you're so right
Smoke ScreensRewind your mind, back to the days of the rush
when you'd get away from the wheels and turn to the park
and let the poison float from your lips;
travelling deep, down to darkness.
Let your memory go, back to
"you're an addict"
remember every time, every word, ever flinch
every denial - no the truth, we swear
every dollar spent.
Choose to see all the words carefully picked
and all the ways you let me manipulate your mind
not just a memory, I'm your hope, your find.
f r u s t r a t i o nwhen I am frustrated, you save my face
when I'm out of words, I keep my pace
I keep my quirky little rhymes, trapped inside
I try, I try
to make you see
what I feel
to bridge the senses
if I will
Can you just try to think about this
I've lost my talent, my escape
to get back into what I was
despite the soul that lurked inside
my mind, it felt free.
d r o w n i n gyouandtake take all the pain away
why should i stay here
for you for us
all we need to know it's never going
to happen the way
we want to be
the way we used to be
the way it had to be
please just let me go of everything i'm feeling and send me into the abyss of thoughts
descriptortake me back to another time
when the songs played our feelings
and the words spoke our thoughts
take me back to the time
when you were all that mattered
and all I cared
take me back to when I didnt give
for a hazy day
hazy days taking me back to the core
can't remember the last time I lay and looked
at the stars
I can remember everytime, looking out the door
watching you walk along
you didn't need me
come back when the beats read our minds
and lost our soul in the music
confusin blues-inslow down
horizon lest ocean
this is not right anymore
We are too different
two different people
white walls, reflection floorsbuildings, tall
palm trees, always green
people, lights, smells, sounds
only the music in your ears
leaves falling on your feet
heading for the ground
hit it running without looking over your shoulder
at the stranger waiting for you, holding your stare.
ivy creeping the windows
faceless figures in the hall
don't want to leave you with this
don't want to leave you like this
we are leaving, you are cominggoingheregonetomorrow
I'll be back the rain falls lightly on my neck
forgets to touch my face, tears
as I sit to fall hurtfallhurtfallhurtfall
hurt, you are in a roomaway from me to (get well.)
visualsstranger's face in a familiar crowd
pick you out always from
your lack of smile; face filled sneer
feel the blood rush to fill my stomach
knotting, weak at the knees
slow motion; waterproof smiles
I don't want to see you, what if
they find out?
in the corner, quiet eyes yelling
sew your mouth, feel your throat
frame my thoughts I can hear it in
my ears, thumping in my chest.
think about the warmth sliding down mine,
lazy drunken smiles.
pretty as a picture, your explosive heart
watch you crumble to the sound of the telephone
the rain falls the wrong way
under the pointing moonlight,
but beneath the ocean the sun smiles strongly
your a skeleton, an empty smile.
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
SacrificialThe secrets we have shared
the ones you refuse to bear
I will watch you
when you are so quiet
and you turn your head and you get
I will see you when you are so open
and vulnerable and all I want to do
is hold on tight
I will sit and try not to stare
while I see how much you change
and how quickly it comes.
I will have sat and crossed off the hours
at 5 minute intervals
avoided the time goes faster
My breathing will sharpen while I wait alone in the
But you came, quietly and then I realised
it was all going wrong for us.
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