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A day without youYour kisses sweeten my coffee
but it's not as sweet today.
Your blue eyes teach skies how to be
but today they're mostly gray.
Your touch makes everything tingle
but today my skin is still.
Your voice makes music in my heart
but today it hasn't had its fill.
A day without your presence
is like a body without a soul,
for your essence is life fulfilling
and makes the hollow spaces whole.
A bond too briefclouds parted.
The hardened heartBroken and battered
Shell shocked and shattered
Finding you nowhere when moments had mattered
Chafed by its cage
Engrossed with its rage
Tumultuously tossed in its most brittle stage
Dying to know
Desperate to glow
Beating a melody of malady and woe
Taunted and tossed
Distraught, crushed and crossed
Calling and clinging to passions now lost
Failing and fading from falling in love
Left without life it seeks help from above
Dark was the lightIn the dark you can cry,
no one has to know why.
You can sit and lament,
ponder where your strength went.
Here you can let it all go
and no one else has to know.
It may be a time all your own
where you may feel so alone
but it's a time that you need
to just let your heart bleed.
To release tears and sighs
and begin your goodbyes.
Yes, in the dark you can cry,
without refrain to deny,
for once you let the pain go,
in the dark you will glow.
Remorseful releaseI've pined and penned and whined my woe
but now it's time to let you go.
To release that which I briefly had
which is your heart, it makes me sad.
There was a time that you were mine,
when days were well and nights did shine.
You made the world stand still and stare
and nothing else could dare compare.
Yet now you're his, your choice is made,
so I must make our moment fade.
You're where you chose to truly be.
Goodbye my love, I set me free.
Say you rememberHellos and goodbyes linked by spaces we dread.
Those whispering thoughts that we shared in our bed.
Every kiss making notes in a song all our own.
Those places explored from adventures we're shown.
The intricate glances that need not a word.
Fall winds making music that only we heard.
Sharing our breaths like a warming embrace.
Connections so deepened regardless of space.
Every moments a weave in our memories web,
yet time is a thief as it makes the mind ebb.
Say you remember these things even now.
If you don't I'll remind you just please ask me how.
Writing the wrongThere's one that wants it
and one that doesn't.
There's one that was
and one that wasn't.
There's one that listens
and one that reads.
There's one that shines
and one that bleeds.
There's one I want
and one I had.
There's one that's happy
and one that's sad.
There's one that believes
and one that denies.
Then there is me... the one who sighs.
Fire from ash
Blackened silence, cracked and ashen.
Hollowed chambers lacking passion.
No beating song, a bird less cage,
a journals soulless, ink less page.
It fails and fades from selfish use.
No longer loved, its bonds break loose.
It shatters from its fatal fall,
succumbing to its starving stall.
Then eyes of hopeless romance stirred,
so curiously catching whats occurred.
She sees within a stirring light
now brought to life just by her sight.
From within this charred and broken shell
a passion lost climbs from its hell
and sees the angel open armed
to make it once more feel unharmed.
The new and silent craving I've seen her before, many times... but not like this. I climb up the stairs to see her décolletage beautifully rising from a gown of white that drapes and plunges perfectly. Her dark, chopped hair, edged with a deep purple glaze leaves her bare neck exposed and calling for my lips to fall upon them. My breath escapes me but I capture the last of it, allowing a simple compliment of her beauty to awkwardly, nervously reveal itself. I hear myself saying more but it's coming from within my head. None of it slips for her ears to witness. I wish they would but this isn't the time.
She walks by me and I see them. Angel wings inked upon her sculpted back. I've seen them before, many times... but not like this. The low back of her gown allows them to spill out and I watch them wave and sway as she passes. The feathers seem to lift and rustle, as if she wants to take flight but resists exposing herself to the mortals around her.
I feel a
The Dream Catcher
There she is,
In a field filled with yellow flowers
Blue Butterflies land on her hands
Closing her eyes,she makes a wish
She wants her beloved to notice her feelings
She loves him too much,but she is afraid
Afraid that he won't love her back
And he will crushes her poor little heart
So,she made a wish to the Blue Butterflies
Feelings arrive like butterflies
She don't know, so she follow them
Someday yet, she'll begin this chase again
Praying, the butterflies will carry her wish
Feeling, that her wish will become true
Feelings arrive like butterflies
She don't know, so she follow them
Someday yet, she'll begin this chase again
Whispering winds, gently lead her away
Lead her to far away
She knows it
Yet,she won't give up on her dream.
Puzzles Upon Puzzles Upon LiesEach day i err away
From what you do not say
Each riddle racking my brain
To find the answer of which has strayed
Its final path impossible to grasp
The final strand of a beautiful brunette riddle
Of which i can't understand
Although i try and try
As much as i possibly can
Sometimes the idea just starts to fly
Away from my head
Sometimes the clouds are the answer
To help with whats wrong inside your head
Each day that I look
My eyes tear and my happiness fades
But what can I do to avoid remembering my own failure
The hands intertwine as I steam and burst at everyone who comes to aid
As I sit in the wake of my own destruction
Knowing exactly what i've done wrong
The tears in my heart increase at night
when sadness all around enters my sight
A few too many sad tears, fall from the sky
Or at least, something similar that rhymes
I Am AddictionI’m past it,
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
My MournMy star is fading away
Little by little rotted
Became a dream eater
My heart is empty,
Broken and cold
My body is dead
Floating somewhere beyond the Infinity
My soul weeps
And the day was suposed to be happy,
Became a morbid silence
My 'I' is burning,
on the flames of the Oblivion,
for evey dream eaten.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
CrushYou're so cute and so sweet.
Waiting patiently until we meet.
Some avoid meeting online,
But I think it will be fine.
You make me laugh and make me smile.
That hasn't happened in a while.
So casually with me you flirt.
I'm starting to forget I'm hurt.
It seems that you like me.
In person, we'll have to see.
In a few weeks you'll be here.
No connection I do fear.
Until then I continue to wait,
And hope that you are my fate.
I pray that you're one I can trust,
Because you are now my crush.
PrisionThe gray world outside
so full and so empty
from the window of my confinement
my thoughts fall, dead
Innocent illusion of freedom
my confinement is not made of iron bars,
it is made of my own madness
My eyes does not have the same glow
that same childish glow,
coming from my burning heart
already declared, dead
Insanity (12)I can't see
I can't feel
I can't touch
My animal instincts
Blinded by insanity
She comes behind me
And covers my eyes with her frozen hands
I am lost on the Dark Forest
My only guide is,
My own Insanity
I have no idea where I am going
I blindly follow my wild instincts.
In the Real World
I cause the terror,
And the angry
I have no idea what I am doing
I just blindly follow my instincts
I'm begin guided by the insanity
I do not regret anything.
All over againLet's get to know one another again,
meet in a planned coincidence
and pretend we've never seen each other before.
It'd be the first time you see me
and I'd blush like mad,
when you mention how charmed you are
by my smile.
Let's forget all that happened,
and love all the way from the start.
walk through the same street,
under a very light rain
listen to our song,
while you slowly hold my hand.
Each night I'd wait your call,
so we'd talk, sleep and wake,
get used to us once more
you'd become my drug again,
my blissful addiction.
Let's throw away the lies,
the treason, the dreadful remarks,
and all the hurtful words
wipe our tears and let go of the pain.
yet my tears refuse to dry
I miss you, I long for you
but now I remember,
choking on our legendary love.
I can't forget the day
you finally let me go.
I'm burned and used,
Broken, can't be fixed.
I hold the scars you left me
across my battered heart.
Every day it withers
Let it beLet me whisper words of dark honey and wine.
Let go of your world and be free within mine.
Let me sip nectar no flower dare drip.
Let us discover each other as the ultimate trip.
Let no one dare speak of what limits exist.
Let all that we do become such a sweet tryst.
Let I be the paramour you privately yearn.
Let you be the one who makes my passions burn.
Let all that we wish be allowed just to be.
Let nothing destroy this great bond that is we.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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