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The MoonI am the light
that guides you at night
I am the glow
as white as the snow
Sometimes I am large
Sometimes I am small
Sometimes, I'm not even there at all
but I always watch over
the sweet dreams in the dark
keeping alive, that little spark
I am surrounded, by so many friends
and yet I am alone
in the vast blackness
I was born
in an age of stardust
I was made from darkness
yet I shine so bright
though nothing compares
to my sister's light
If you look closely at me
you may still see
the faded pictures
that adorn my skin
I watch over the world in stillness
yet I never stop moving
I am the ocean's tide
I am the night's bride
Broken Angel's ReachI reach for you
but you pull away
I'm scared too...
Why can't you see?!
I'm just me...
I'm not the girl you need me to be!
I just want to be free...
These wings are small and battered
beaten by those of small minds
I try to hide
these feelings inside
painting on my smile
for the rest of the world
even as I drown
in all the pent up tears
suppressed throughout the years...
Every night, when the sun goes down
the dark invades with a frown
The little voices in my head
telling me I should be dead
They make me trip
and I start to slip
but your light
is so bright
it bring me back
from all the black
and then I reach
only to breach
some unknown wall
that is far too tall
for my little height
and puny might...
You're within my sight
and yet so far
it's like the nightmares
of you leaving in the car
Your image slowly vanishing
my feet unable to keep up
No one knows the things I see
I need to keep everyone happy
So I put on my facade
turn my face into a mask
keep my lips zipped
and try to keep my li
I Miss You...These tattered wings won't fly
These dirty hands can't hold
These bruised feelings hide
This shattered mind won't think
This cruel life crumbles
As I fall apart at the seams
No one knows what this means
This Broken Heart won't heal
This agony can't be erased
What will it take
to be able to keep
at least one thing
without having to speak?
Why is the world
so quick and so cruel
when all I wanted to have
I lay in pieces on the bathroom floor
an empty bottle of pills
and crimson wrists so sore
I just can't take it anymore!!!
Everything I love
is taken away!
I lose my hope, day by day!
No one can see
what's happening to me!!!
I need you now
I need your strength
I long for your embrace
My dreams are full of you
I feel you there...
but then I wake
to the cold of my bed
and the hole in my chest...
Darling, I Miss You...
Torn ApartWe are torn
ripped from each others grasps
my tears fall as I gasp
The agony in my heart
is almost too much to bear
I just want to feel your warmth
I just want to hear your voice
I just want to feel your love
I just want to hear your laugh
I just want to have you back
here in my arms, where you are safe.
They say we are to young
that we don't know what love is
but I say that it is they
who do not understand
that love has no limit
it is not confined to gender
or disabled by disease
it is not condemned by distance
it does not wilt with age
True Love knows no bounds!
So even while they say we are damned
we know that we are free
to make our own choices
and love who we want.
They try to take you
but my love follows you
you have my heart you know, forever.
No matter the space between us
our bond will always shine through!
Just believe in me, my darling,
know that I will fight for you
that I will not stop
until we are safe, together.
Remember...Do you remember, the way it used to be?
So happy and care free
Where we sat and talked for hours
about books and movies and flowers
I can still see your smile
but now it only lasts a while
Did I do this?
I made your petals wilt
and your happiness run out
How can you love me?
How can you see,
the shy little girl that hides behind a tree
I am nothing but lies
wrapped in my insecurities.
The fears and tears
that break my heart
are the things that rip us apart
I won't let myself believe
in any of these dreams
because I know deep down
that they'll only make me drown
I want to escape this town!
I'm like that scary clown
that is always laughing
even when I want to cry
but my life has gone dry
Please just let me DIE!
I still want to fly...
but these wings of mine
are nothing but an illusion
Why won't my world stop crumbling?
I can't help my fumbling and bumbling
I lay down my life
to end your strife
but only cause more!
Just nail me to the door
as a sign to end this war.
Can't we help the poor
A Broken GirlIt was about 9pm, the sun had long since gone, taking away all warmth from a small house on a long street. The house had only one occupant, a 14 year old girl. She sat in the darkness of her room, in a corner with her laptop as the only source of light. She had black hair, with faded red bangs, she wore red jeans and a loose T-shirt. The girl stared at her screen as tears ran down her face. She knew that there were people who loved her but it was just so hard, always having to fake a smile, always having to be an adult at such a young age, having to be the perfect little girl that everyone expects her to be.
"What if I don't want to be perfect?!?!" she screamed to the empty house.
"You have to be perfect, you have to do as everyone says, you have to make them all happy, you are not allowed to be selfish, you dumb bitch." came the dark voice in the back of her head.
"I... I'm not selfish...." she whispered, more tears flowing.
"Yes you are, you always want to have e
3. Oct. 11I was pacing around the Rockbell house, my nervous energy getting the better of me.
"Ree, just go check on him." Winry said, obviously worried about my mental health.
"Ok Win, I'll be back later..." I replied, sighing.
So I walked out into the warm afternoon air, breathing in the sweet smell of Resembool. I loved it here, it was always quiet, always surreal, peaceful. I loved the way the seasons changed, the way the landscape always looked the same, yet different every day. I strolled down the path in the warm sun, glad that I had chosen to wear a simple purple dress today.
I came to the graveyard, but surprised to see it empty. I decided to visit my own parents graves while I was here. I transmuted some flowers and told them how I was doing, apologizing for not coming by more often, then promising that I'd make an effort to get out here more. I then went to visit Trisha, noticing some fresh flowers, probably from Ed. As I laid my own bouquet down I saw a small figure
What do you want???What is it?
What do you want from me?
I try my damn hardest!
but it isn't enough!
I try, but fail...
I can't stand again
I've been beaten
and now I just can't do this...
I've done everything I can!
but you insist that I have to do more!
there are things I can't do
or times I can't do things
but you want the world to go your way!
What if I'm sick?
What if I'm stressed?
Do you care that I am an emotional wreck?
or am I just a tool, for your amusement?
I don't want to do this anymore!
I'm only human...
I can't be what you want!
When you scream, I am there.
When you cry, I wipe your tears.
When you are tired, I do it for you.
When you aren't well, I do things by myself
I do it for you
or I just accept it.
but you don't do the same for me.
Your ideals are too high
I love you more than anything
but you don't seam to love me back!!!
you say you do
but then you just...
let me fall
into the darkness
and the depression
or you don't understand
The End of You and Me....There's no time to be together
Don't have a chance to say goodbye
I can't look you in the eyes
and lie anymore
You can't see my agony
You can't see my suffering
You don't know the truth
Baby it's the end of you and me
Even though we said
we'd be together for eternity
Darling it's the end of you and me
I can't take this misery....
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
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
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
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
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,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Shattering...These midnight tears
The eternal fears
To the black
Until I crack
I'm on thin ice
I feel it start to give way
What if I don't get through this day?
I give it all my best
Never getting rest
From the voices
Criticising my choices
There are flaws in my facade
Growing all the time
My walls are crumbling
My stone heart splitting
My mind can't take any more!!!
I'm breaking down
Losing my crown
These wings won't fly
They all let me die
Can't you see?
and you can't put me back together again...
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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