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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
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
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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