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MadnessWith the music so loud,
The world fades away to nothing...
I can't hear anyone's words
Except for mine.
Staring into a blank picture,
Admiring the colors that it could have...
Do I expect something from it
Or does it expect something from me?
Hidden in the corner,
I'm a pathetic creature
Wanting no one else but
Swaying to no beat,
I'm losing my mind
Because I cannot be with
They took me away a long time ago;
They silenced my music
And burned my paper.
All I have now is the remains
Of my sanity and imagination.
Only there can I pretend
Give me a cure!
I've got it bad;
Spring Cleaning Fever!
I'm calling in sick!
I've got it bad;
Spring Cleaning Fever!
My house is now spotless!
I am out of my good cleaner!
I'm rocking back and forth
Because everything shines!
Shiny makes me CRAZY.
I've found the cure,
No thanks to you, DOC.
I'm coming in today,
No thanks to you, BOSS.
AloneMy world has fallen to fire.
My sanity is torn to pathetic shreds.
They just won't leave me alone;
I can sort this out, but
I must be left alone.
People worry constantly
Because I'm not optimistic.
I'm not always happy.
This time, it must show.
Let me feel something different.
I know you're worried,
I appreciate the concern.
I can sort this out.
Just leave me alone,
And I'll bounce back
Better than before.
Never AloneAlone in the darknes,
Consumed by grief,
No one could help you
Even if you let them.
You feel lost and abandoned,
Searching for something
You think will never be there.
Why torture yourself
Only to think that others
Don't make this harder
Than it has to be.
You're trying to
Swallow your sword
End this madness;
No grief could hold you
Tight enough for this fate
You've called upon yourself.
People do care about you.
You're loved and never alone.
No matter how horrible it feels
Never forget that you're loved and
All That You SeeYou look at how I dress,
Who my friends are,
And what people say about me.
You only judge by
What you see...
You don't see what's inside.
I have organs,
Just like everyone else.
I'm a little vulnerable at times,
Like most people are.
You don't see that at all.
You continue to judge by appearances.
All that you see
Is not all of who I am.
Something to Kill--9
"Selene..." Amber whispered weakly. She lifted her broken hand, trying to reach out to her friend.
Selene dashed to her and knelt down, taking her hand gently. "You'll be just fine, Amber," she convinced her.
Amber laughed softly. "I'm not as sure as thee."
"How is Damon?"
"I...I've no idea." They both looked at Damon, who had wounds almost covering his body. The flow of blood had ceased, but his wounds were still fresh.
"He does have regenerative skill," Selene commented, carefully studying Amber's hand, "but we need to get you to a hospital. Your cracks are severe and they could soon become fatal." She carried Amber away from Damon and sat her down on the now soft earth. She walked over to Damon and slapped him right on a wound.
"Ow! Damn it, Selene," he muttered, consciousness returning. "What was that for?"
"You were out cold, Damon. ...Besides, you
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,
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.
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
SunlightShe conceals herself in shadows
Just to escape the sunlight.
She's hidden indoors for years
To avoid its wrath
Upon her fragile skin.
She's become cold
Without facing her
"Demon in the Sky".
She's loathed every family trip
Because the sun tries to
Reconnect with her.
Her blood boils at the idea
Of being its friend again,
But her warmth does not return.
One gray, cloudy day,
The sun catches her by surprise.
She left her cloak at home
And did not bother with long sleeves.
The sun kissed her cheek gently,
Staying partially hidden by the clouds.
She stopped running.
Warm tingles spread throughout
Her chilled limbs...
A small smile spread across
Her face, and grew strong.
No matter how unfavorable the weather seems, one misses how it feels once in a while.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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