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Hot water deeper than the length of my hand. Three false candles illuminate the darkness. Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
My friend, you betrayed me. What relief there is in that simple statement! Your actions so entirely obliterated Your pillar of my world that your betrayal Has lost its sting and I am left without a doubt:
freedom freedom to release every loud thought that you believe is screaming at you courage courage to rawly drench these pages with pain, with joy, in solitude no perfection lives here
i had lost. a competition of popularity pissed, i picked up my guitar and a pen for some clarity and locked myself up in my room 'cuz i needed solidarity i knew of no other way to get rid of my disparity.
one breath, and i hesitate another breath, and i freeze a final breath, and i've fallen completely. no one knows my name, cause you’d only call me beautiful and you touched me without ever laying a hand on my body. you're hearing me but ar
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time, It is so easy to forget the memorable events That paints the portrait of the world. Yet, with one more careful glance
Oh sweet Love of mine there is something you should know. Before you came here, you were the ebb and flow. You knew with all your Being the gift of love and grace.
Is America great? Or is saying that a mistake? I see our addiction to doing, I wonder where there is time to reflect. As the spring flowers are blooming, No one stops to smell.
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
I see with sounds Words a MIXTURE Of thought and outside stimuli I write to bring peace to my mind Link the emotion In my music with word in my mind Rooted in pain Of youth
To be completely unearthed is the beginning of where I find I’m free and to realize that my life is for me and to realize that I am who I should be To be out of your sight and on to something far away
A picture painted in red, Crimson sliding down a canvas of snow-white skin. Creating cracks in porcelain as the knife cuts deeper, The bright fluid oozing out from underneath the surface. Dulled senses are awoken,
Purging concerns and shadowed secrets, Spilling tears and spitting hate. Catharsis is a spinning storm Where you release the weight. The storm comes back again, As night claims the horizon,
Clarity although I knew it was not my fault
I used to write poetry about you because you were always on my mind. Now I write to remember, regret;
I trace the outline of love with your hand: A feeling that can come in many forms; Someone strong as rock simply turned to sand, A new protection from the passing storms;
The sky is a dark blue as she writes by the lake The wind whispers sweet comfort in her ears As it blows her dark hair out of her teary eyes She is pouring out her emotions onto paper
A true emptinessis a forsaken goodbye.A missing pieceshields the truth.The only clarityhovers the unknown.The ultimate lightnessis existence.
In my mind, the time rewinds--to moments, to memories,
I love the clarity of winter
From my first faltering breath, whisperedPronounced words bound in abandonSpace in deafening silenceScreams muffled in mourningBulging eyes proclaimClarity, reinedUnrestraintSeekingAir.
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Along with the Thespians and the Thieving Traveled the Thinker, boisterously singing Songs with the lot of them, stopping only To laugh at herself and at their lonely,
lost amid all the chaos amid the destruction within the broken hills terrified of the withering sobs beneath the dead in the mountains of fear drowning the voices that call
Give me your hand. You feel that vibration in my chest? That's called a heartbeat, and as long as that machine is pumping that red matter through my veins, it goes through to my brain,
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
The cool summer rain Falls in soft sheets Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats; Enough for me, enough for peace.
I think if your lips pierced mine again, I’d fall back into old habits. It would be unfortunately fine with me. The way your blue eyes made my mind spin, Sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Clockwork heart. Wind it up and off it goes. Don't get too close, or it might explode. Dormant, it lies, therefore unscathed. It one was new, pure, whole, expectant.
A meaning shown, (not said) A picture perceived, (not seen) A feeling portrayed, (not hidden) A path forged, (not found) No longer words on a page
I am done Feeling neglected, dumb, and used Who are you to laugh, eat your cake and have it to? I am done Being told who I am is not who I should be
The art of progression Is something of enlightenment The fact that you can evolve And then involve your mind In a split second A fragment of your life Becomes your whole Time Waisted
Why must you pull me back? you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles. then I cannot walk or run free. and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
What do we have if not our minds? Any ownership we claim is fleeting Our possessions wither, wear, and decay Yet, we still cling to things in this world While our minds slip and fade.