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Evanescent Songs and Broken Keys..I gave it up...
The image I'd fought so hard to keep
The image I created to hide from you
Surrounded by so much sex..
So many lies...
I fell away from you...
Singing that sweet song of memory
Praying for eternal forgiveness,
For having lost your hear, so long ago
But did I deserve it?
To fall back into your arms..
It would only be a heavenly dream
One, where I;d be lost in your eyes forever
Until in return, you broke my spirit..
My soul wasting away
Through your fingers and into the dirt
I fell to my knees, wondering..
Had you lost the key to my heart, too?
Did you walk away from the imperfections?
Yes...the perfection of imperfection...
Had we not realized it?
Had we not realized..
The love we made was of passionate discourse
When our hearts and bodies fell into place
Wrapped in each others arms..
We fell into mindless esctasy...
The night we created that key of eternal love..
Never Go BackNever go back
Never hold it in, to kill you faster
Let it breathe...
Believe you can be everything
Realize you can feel anything
How can I have forgotten about you, baby?
Your seductive stare?
How submissive I became at the sight of your lips touching my skin...
How can I feel such chainless freedom now?
To be able to explore the possiblities
Without you pulling me back...
.....so far down into the abyss.
Where do I come back to?
This unimaginable loniness?
Into a place were I feel weightless.
Alone and yet...
I do not know.
I WILL NEVER...."I will never...."
"I can never...."
"I swear I'd never...."
The word,never, breathes it's lie into every conversation
Every aspect of human interaction
The word....the phrase
It stings the lips of all who repeat it an all who recieve it
It immediately closes our minds
And breakdown the very fabric of reality
What world can be trapped in such a dysfunctional existance?
"I'll NEVER truly know....."
The concept of 'never' is a never ending cycle of uncertainty
Used to sheild the emotions of those who weild it's power
"NEVER will I...."
Never will I tell you what say.
How to feel....
How to act....
How to live....
It's nt my place to make up your mind
Only to attempt to change it
"So you can NEVER...."
So you can understand...
So your head...
"....doesn't explode under the pressure."
"Because I NEVER...."
"....wanted this f
StreamlineUnderstand where my heart lies with you
Why this can not be forever
My heart can no longer hold the love of two
Playing this sick game of russian rulette with your heads
I cannot bare to inflict such pain on either of you
Hear me when I say there's only one rose let on the thorn
And it can't be split done the middle
As much as I'd lke it to be
As much as I've wished it were that easy
I know no sign will show me my path
Beyond the way of an empty flame
Or a hollow threat
How the stereotypical fantasy of a something-"charming"
It can never wisk you away into a happily ever after
Instead I'm trapped in this twisted romance
With the key a only a few feet away from the gates
My soul can never truly comprehend why it need come to this
This hellish cold
This paradox of emotions traveling deep within me
Held together by the loves of spirits
I long for solice
But deep inside I can't let them both go
Each one filling in an empty space in my soul
Letting go in the moment....
Breathe Forever MoreI quite enjoy the chaos
That strange desire for my heart to skip a beat
Falling into that unusual pit of silence
That soothing silence
That feeling of peace
Oblivious to the world
What a unique beauty you seem to be
And I must admit it's something I never realized
What I began to live for
This sudden change of pace leaves me caught in your eyes
Locked away in your gaze
Slowly being dragged through that rabbit hole again
And I have no desire to escape
No efforts to find what was once my reality
To keep the dream alive
To keep myself enchained to an enchanted slumber
A sweet sacrificial heart beats slowly to your hums
That beautiful melody
One wonderous harmony
As she sways in the wind
To admit such a thing would be painful
To admit such a desire would be such sweet release
Such undoubting rapture
To lose control.....just this one time.
Unanswered QuestionsI'm not myself when you're depressed.
Which is quite often when I think about it.
You stare into the skies with little passion in your eyes.
Humm with little color in your viens.
The kiss means so much less than it had before.
I try to aim for more passion to satisfy your sadness.
But as my tension builds, you seem to avoid my embrace.
Tell me why I can no longer fuel your broken spirit.
Why has everything come down to this moment?
When you needed me to come over and talk to you.
My heart could no longer take the pain of not knowing.
That I had lost who you were.
I was aware that I couldn't say that I'd loved you.
And how it felt like a deep mass in my stomach.
How I felt trapped amongst my feelings for you.
That lies were burning a whole through me.
At this point, it's easier not to say a word.
Think this will all pass and return to it's usual awkward state.
I hoped for some mode of secrecy between the two of us.
But in your eyes, I could see you wanted more.
Much more than
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
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
ParalyzedBehind the walls lay its fire
Beautifully frozen in time
Under the moonlight nights love blooms
Slowly sucking the light out of the room
A silent lullaby she sings
Softly, her voice captures the air
Leaving only her beauty to descend upon me
Broken through the shallow black
Stealing her pain
Her darkened hair flows with the wind
Together, dancing in the breeze
Breathe once again
She hums her healing melody
No longer alone
She sits in the quite
Remembering the echoes of loss
As dawn approaches
And dusk fades into memory
She remembers to sing into the morning
The door unlocks
Leading into her emotional freedom
A heavy heart seases to worry
Breathing in peace once again
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