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Simle of liesEvery smile gives birth to a new lie
as your all fooled by a mask of untruthfulness
as the lies grow
Out of placeEveryone and everything slowly drifts away
you can no longer hold on to your hope and treasure you hold close to your heart
as you have given up
to you even the small glimmer of hope doesn't matter
as your forgotten by all
you seem out of place to this world
till you don't understand it anymore
the only thing that makes any sense to you is that your no longer who you are
Rag Doll DreamYou trip
just like a rag doll
letting others control you
but yet that is the only way you learn to live
others around you are so far more better
there the pretty Dolls
while your the rag doll
clothes all dirty,falling apart, with blood stain that rip's in them
while the pretty dolls are showered in sweet beautiful love
so witch one would the Little girl choose you or them
this world is not equal like the people who said it would be
they lied to me
because I'm just a rag doll
as the doll talked in her sleep
as the toys live
so who are you in this doll world in dreams
Breaking heartsomeone .someone can anyone here the the voice inside me
slowly breaking me is my heart
this pain wont go away with just anyone
the only one who can save my breaking heart is no longer with me
so please bear with me a little longer anyone if you can see or understand me
He was there and now he's not this pain he's giving me is breaking my heart
and its enough but it wont go away he was always with me
I was always selfish tacking him for granted
and now my heart breaking no one can save me
my breaking heart its killing me
my heart is bursting through all the pain and misery
can anyone save me
for now my hero is gone with my heart breaking
Pain that goes away her wayPain that stings
But feels so good
Gental blood comes from her wounds
On her arm easy to cover
With a sweet smile all her scratches disappear
No one can tell what she is
Hidden in this world
With her dark secret
As blood flows threw her vaiens
Her wrist calls her name
As dull blad shines so brightly
She holds it tightly
For the next day
As she lies
No one sees why
But she knows why
She can not be in pain
Clown mask mirrorWhat you see is in front of you
alone with a mirror
you know and see your clown mask
everything about it you hate
but when you take it off the mask
you see someone that you want no one to see
so deal with clown in front of you
that you see in the mirror hiding your true self
people around like the clown
but you just want show the dark you
to let others know who you are
but can not be shown because they love the fun you
because they love the clown you
as your other self screams to be free you choose to lock it away in the mirror
as hidden tears from in front of you
you quickly put on your clown mask and hide them
as the cracks from in the mirror
your soul cries out for freedom
just waiting for someone to tear off your clown mask
and you free from your realty
showing you even a clown can be who he really is in the mirror in front of him
Bitter Sweetthe blood that flows down from her arm to her throbbing wrist
as if it is calling to her to put the sharp object over it
throbbing and begging to to end it
as if she were beckoned to do so
she lightly put the sharp but yet bloody object smoothly around her wrist
she wanted more presser on the deadly spot but before she could do anything
guilt ran through her body as the fear of how good it felt on her wrist numbs her
as the wrist calls for more pressure from her as the pain increased were she last cut her self
but yet digging into the new open wound and diving into a bloody pain of bitter sweet goodness just begging herself to stop what she is doing
she hold the object in her deathly grip as the red liuqed flows down from her weak fragile arm
she runs to the bathroom to get read of any trace of her deathly soul might hold
as she mixes the dirty red into purity of clearness just to be tainted in the sink washing away any trace of rose red blood down the
Parents that smokeHe walks into his home just to smell the nasty stinch of grey smoke
As he breathes the deadly poison it feels like his dieing
Coughing so hard that he wouldn't be a supriesed if he cough up blood
He tries to hold the air in or not breath at all
As his parents smoke
As he can't breath
He tries so hard to scare his parents about smokeing
Telling them everything of what it can do to them
They don't care
As he tries to drag his siblings upstairs
All he can think is (if they die because of that it's not my fault I tride so hard to stop them!)
As he goes to school and watch those dumb peaple and when walks through the door just to just to smell the very thing that he hates next to the word perfect
HeartbeatingI can see the inside of your heart
where life becomes scary and breathing
is vitally tedious, day and day is crushing
the emptiness of it all
how you can be filled
up with emptiness
and so many people will touch you, all in one day,
until you can't breathe from the claustrophobia
the assault on your heart
I can see
the truth in your chest
keep going; they keep
going, like lengths of rope
or a walk down the traintracks
they keep going,
like the fall from the bridge;
there is never an end
to going on, and on,
and I will be there,
to see inside you,
hold you in the darkness, when you cry and
think I'm already asleep.
beat with your heart,
breathe with you, our vitality
I Still Love YouI'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I can only try
But it hurts when you get angry
And you don't say why
You look at me in tears
Sometimes you almost shout
The frustration you bring upon me
The anger you bring out
I'm mad because I care
I want nothing more than to see you smile
I just want to help
And believe me
I'll be here a while
When you cry
My eyes tear at the seams
When you're sad
Rain clouds haunt my dreams
But when you laugh or smile
My lips curl up too
You still just make me so happy, I only wish I could express
How much I still love you.
All You Are Is MistShut up.
None of you are there
You promised me you would never leave
I trusted you and you abandoned me
You left me like the worthless wretch I am
There is nothing left. Do you hear me?! Nothing!
You aren't there! None of you are there!
So just shut up.
And I'll cut
Under I can see that blood...
Like honey, a drug
Relief so hypnotic I stagger
The only cure...
You...my precious lover..
You are gone
All you are is mist.
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
AliveI want to speak, cry for help, but I don't say a word.
I want you to hear me, so I cover your ears.
I want someone like you to see me, so I blindfold you.
You make me feel like I'm not worthless.
I'm not neglected or alone anymore.
You're the only thing that makes me feel alive again.
You make me feel like I'm worth the trouble, I'm an even trade for the pain, and all the heartache I put you through.
How hard is it just to lean down, whisper in my ear those four worthless words:
"You are worth it."
How hard is it? Just to hold my hand and tell me that things are going to be alright?
That this isn't as fucked up as it looks?
God. Why do I do this? Keep getting involved with something I don't want
Tangled up in a high that I need, I have to have
I have to have you.
The Way ThereYour love has ravished my heart,
taken me over.
It's leaving me defenseless and
completely protected. I'm raw,
and uncovered, in the midst of
heaven and Earth, with you.
Your love is so much sweeter than
anything I've tasted, overwhelming
me, filling me to the brim.
I'm overflowing with it.
So pull me a little closer, take me
a little deeper, learning of your
heart all the while.
Because, you can love me more in a
moment, than other lovers could in a
Soon it will be over, and I will have
succumbed entirely to the love you've
gifted me, joyfully returning the same
And we'll float freely inside, truly
accepted and away from judgement.
My eyes shut, and my back relaxes, smiling
all the way there.
Loving YouShining bright the stars look down
City lights in the distance
Nature's beauty up close
A cool night with a warm breeze
Brushing us as we kiss.
Your head on my shoulder
A beautiful face in the moonlight
Long our journey has been
And longer it will be
But through thick and thin
We both are there
To come back together
On this night
We've aged and we've grown
Since we first came together
We've loved and we've fought
We've struggled and we've glided
But after all this time
We find ourselves together again
Where some may grow apart
We seem to grow closer
A bumpy road
Of mixed emotions and feelings
For one another and for others
Lays behind us
And in the end
The friendship is only stronger
A tighter bond
A better romance
The future may be unclear
The past may haunt us here and there
But I am here
And I'm making the best of our time together
Are you too?
It Will Never Have Been Enough. It Will Never Have Been Enough.
"What does it feel like?" He whispers up at me. He's too mature for his age. He is too young to die. My baby.
"Baby, it feels warm, like when we go to the beach and you lay in the sand. It feels like going to sleep." I say having no idea, and praying to God to keep him alive.
"Will I dream?" He asks. "Oh, Mom, I want to dream. I want to live. It's not fair!" He cries, and I hold back my own sobs and smooth his hair over his small head. "Can you come with me?" His lip trembles. He stares up at me with his big brown bruised eyes.
"No, John. I can't, but I'll meet you there." I pull his limp body into my arms and he doesn't struggle. His pulse is weak and his breathing is ragged.
"I don't want to go alone, Mom! It isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"No it's not." I whisper into his wispy blonde hair. "But you'll be my big brave boy, won't you?" I ask. "Do you remember Jesus?"
"The guy in the bible." He answers.
"You have to look for him. He'll take care o
AngelOpened my locker, saw a note entitled 'To C~'
With my curiosity burning, I proceeded to read...
I know while you're reading this
You must be quite mad at me.
You might want to tear this up
All I ask is hear me out, please.
I know you need an explanation
I have some things to say.
I'm a mess, filled with guilt
But I'm writing to you anyway.
If only you could see me now
See the pain clouding my eyes.
Angel, now that you're not here
The summer sun no longer shines.
Every where I look I see your face
You haunt my dreams every night.
To see you smiling without me
Is such a heart-breaking sight.
I know what I did to you was wrong
Letting you go was a dumb mistake...
If I could turn back the time
It would be a mistake I wouldn't make.
I know that I hurt you, hurt you bad
And Angel, I am sincerely sorry.
If you could find it in your heart
Could you ever forgive me?
Do you know how hard it was
Watching my dream girl walk away.
"You were the one who told me to go"
I know this is what you
Her world falls apartmake it stop she screams
as a deathly tune plays through her heart and soul
as her world shatters into a million pieces
no one sees the pain she truly is in
her mask that no one sees through
is what is blinding her from piecing together her world that is broken
alone in her darkness with her world broken shattered like million snowflakes
As they spin around her unable to let her put her world together as everything dies
as she going crazy trying to puts back her world trying hard with all with of all her might
as her hope is disappearing as the million pieces of shatters snowflakes fall and hit her stabbing her hope and only dream to be free as soon as THEY give up on her
her world falls apart
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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