What Pains MeWhat kills me everydayIs all the words you sayNot the bricks, sticks and stonesThat always break my bones But every syllable you sayThat causes my heart to wither awayThey trample on it like a flowerI'm waiting for the hourThe hour where everything is doneWhen someone has finally wonWhat pained me everydayWas all those words you sayThe fading echo of your voice that used to be heardDoesn't say a single word
Lies Blind YouYou think I'm harsh?I'm just saying the truthDon't you know truth hurts you?Don't bother playing who killed who 'cause here's your answer;Truth killed youAnd I as well
Pleas of the Banished FoolYou really shouldn't lieThere's no need to denyNo longer, nevermoreI'm sorry I'm a bother,A burden, a boreSo stop your lying,You're crying and dyingStop your attempts in taming,To maintain the sanity remainingIn this beast so wildSo murderous and vileAnd as you mournOver the old me who has swornTo be with thou even after we're deadTo be with thou at times when tears shall be shedAnd long, long ago your feelings for all was adornBut now all that's left for me is scornSo now I've decided to see you no moreFor I'm just a fool, just a boreI'm sorry I'm not your knight you wished me to beI can only be one;I can only be me
SealYou stare at me, hoping that tomorrow I'll have a death wishBut you know, I had one long agoI don't have good hearing, for I'm deaf apparentlyBut even before I hear you say a sound, I know what you'll say,"I don't want to hear another word from you. Why don't you seal that mouth of yours?"Before I sew my lips together just to amuse youI'll ask you a question that I've been dying to ask for a very long time,"Why can't you?"
ScrapsI am a drawingA mistake, a messI'm made of scribbles and linesI am your creation, or better known as,A doodle created from your boredomI have no eyes to see withI have no ears to hear withI have no mouth to speak withI have no heart to feel withChange me if you'd likeTear the paper I call 'home'But I'll just remain your creation made of graphiteAnd if you erase me, I won't mindIf you clear every trace of my existence, I won't mindIf you forget me, I'll try not to mindBut it's harder to say than to doI am a drawingYour mistake, your messThat you created from your boredomI am a drawingOn a scrap of paperForgotten by the one I loved
StepsThinkInhaleExhaleKeep silentStay calmDon't moveDon't say a single wordListen, but try not toWait patiently,Ignore, don't fightBite your lip so it's shut tightHold in the tearsForget your fearsYour heart may shake and quiver,But don't worry it's gonna be overWait and waitNo matter how long it'll takeDon't act, not yetThe day will soon comeBut for now,Stay silentRemain calmAnd smile
What you're worthFor you I would climb the tallest mountain without any gear, food or resources to surviveAll I'll need is my two bare handsFor you I would sing a song from the deepest part of my heartWith melody and lyrics I can't describe But all I'll need is my voiceFor you I would walk on the sun even if I start melting and turn to ashes even beforeBut all I'll I need is your faithFor you I would do anything, anything at allI would do anything even if the last grain of sand in my hourglass falls to the other sideI would do anything for you, and only youI would do anything but hate you
UnheardI'm sorryYou were standing so tallYou nearly reached the skiesBut then I made you fallAnd you are she who criesFor all her lifeShe believed what she now calls liesThat 'Practice makes perfect' or 'Your effort is worth it'I'm sorryIt's my faultYou were a queen with your crownBut then I brought you downBy getting rid of that crown of yours you treasured soI didn't want to hurt youNor did I mean toI'm sorryI'm such a foolTo think I'm good enough to even know you"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"I sayBut you say nothing and run awayI'm not someone you knew even though you deniedI'm sorry for lying and making you cryBut if I'm nothing but an obstacle in your lifeThen I'll dieOnly if it'll make you happyBut I'm sure it shall"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"I sayBut I get no replyAnd my voice withers away
I Wanted to DreamI wanted to go to the north poleSo that the silhouettes of buildings won't block the skyI wanted to go to the moonSo I'm closer to reaching the starsI wanted to go to the sunSo that I won't see any darknessI wanted to go to the heavensSo that I can meet my guardian angelI wanted to make you smileSo you can be happy
Goodnight, Goodbye"Hello?"You shouldn't botherI'm not gonna wake upNo matter how much you repeat your messageI won't wake upI've got rights too you know?So don't force me to open my eyesI don't care if my days will go byThe day when I open my eyes I'm probably 6ft underneath the surfaceI'd rather keep dreamingOr trying to at leastI'd rather be in my worldThan in this hellhole you call 'home'
Memory LaneA dust covered album all ragged and worn out sat on the shelfIt was waiting for me to uncover it from the mist that hid its nameMy old sketchbookCuriosity took over me as I began to flip through the pages of the crayon-filled drawingsMemory after memory, I scan through the pagesA girl in a field of grass so green and sun so bright with not a cloud nor shadow in sightA girl playing hopscotch with others around her but the others seemed cold and lifeless as if they were just stuffed,soulless toysA girl tucked in bed with a nightlight on and her mother sitting beside her reading a story but what kind?A girl holding hands with her mother and father on a bright day smiling happilyA girl facing the other way staring into the horizonA girl staring at a group of friends walking away ahead of her, laughingA girl crying somewhere where no light shines through the darkness nor where you're accompanied by othersA girl facing two silhouetted figures fighting and yelling at the girl,
FosterMother, fatherI'm sorry to sayThat each time I look at you;All I see are strangers Who was the one that raised me since birth?Who was the one who made me feel loved?Certainly not youDefinitely notAll you've ever doneWas making money for your greed and selfish needs,And slowly creating a pile of cold, lifeless, heartless toys grow before meI who have no friends, no family, no one at allI who had someone who loved me beforeBut not anymore
Paint the Roses Red"I give you roses that are white."You said"Now paint them any color you'd like."You saidI smiled"How about red?"I saidAnd all that's left of youIs your head
What I'm Worth (3) Heed my word, if you ever happen to be dropped off to my new and temporary 'home', don't believe what they say to you at the start, for they're all lies."You are free to do anything and to be anything.""We are always here for you.""We will protect and treat you like our own.""We only bring happiness.""You won't be bullied.""Memories in this place will be the best.""This is your dreamscape, fill it with your imagination.""You are not alone." The teacher will be so kind to ask the class of rampaging children to stop and to turn to the front to see the so-called 'newbie'. They'll be so polite, kind, caring and sharing but you know, you can't trust anyone. It may seem we're a pack, a herd but in my perspective, we're all lone wolves. After an hour of being invited to join or to fit in one group or another, it was finally time for lunch. To my surprise, there were no classes, yet. When I walked down the hallways, followi
ProgressWe've been through sunny skies so brightWe've been through cloudy and stormy nightsBut don't worry love, we're almost thereTo that place we dreamt of up above
MeaninglessI love it howThe fact that whenever you say"I love you."Didn't mean a single thing
TattoosTattoos are evidencethat sometimes we love somethingso much,so unconditionally,we forever want it embeddedAnd even if the colors fade,and the lines become wrinkledOr even if we form a strong abhor;an everlasting distaste for it,the thing we lovedwill forever be part of usFor like the ink it's written in,true love lasts
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hairforming a delicate chain,than diamonds around my neckcovering my tender blue veinsFor with every precious petaland every lucent leafI'm a living lessonteaching beauty cannot be bought,but rather it grows and flourisheswith every living thought
CatnapI am the cat sitting on your lap,pet my fur and make me purr.I am going to take my nap,so sit really tight without a stir!Do you want to go somewhere?I am sorry, there's no way.I own you, hear me to declare!Meow, I won yet again, yay!~Petra
ReflectionWe stare searching for protectionCraving endearing affectionSearching in an object, that gives us no responseAnd yet we stand there waitingAnd hopelessly creatingAn image of our self, that lacks a fundamental truthAnd we’ll continue staringOur expression shows we’re caringAnd hoping, wishing, waiting for something we shall not seeYes we’re seeking transformationIn an unchanging locationBut in the end, the reflection shall not change
We Are Writers.What good are my words,Among thousands of lines,Through time and space,Nothing different, nothing new.In so few years ill be forgotten to allLost in the carnageA casualty of time,My words washed up and thrown away,To be rehashed by people going nowhere,Just like me.We're no different, we're timelessWe transcend all history,We're our own story,Written time and time again,Changing with the generations,Standing apart from the marching lines,That go so quickly to destruction.We are writers, that is so,But do we change our world with our words,A stanza at a time?Or will our hearts fears and lovesOf written wordLay dead by chronos hand?
Why is There a God?Why is there a God?What makes Him there?Why is he powerful?Why does he care?What if God is evil,Everything bad you see?With all the evil here,It's not far-fetched to me.What if God is weak,And just trying his best?Every bit of evil,Is him failing his test.What if God is lonely,And wishes he could talk?Envies the humans,That on Earth walk.What if God is uncaring,More important things to do?He isn't at all worried,What happens to you.What if God is overwhelmed,With everything he knows?He tries to block it out,Ignoring where it goes.What if God is sleeping,And will wake up late?Soon he'll realize,This effect on fate.What if God is focused,And can't see the world?Too busy helping,The praying little girl.What if God isn't real,And your religion is fake?I have to wonder,What difference it would make.
Won't Give InI'm getting weak,can't find the light.Too tired to try,Too tired to fight.I want to give in,let my grip slip,start the fall,let myself trip.But I can't let go.I need to stay here.Despite all the hardships,despite all my fear.I'll keep going.I won't give in.Though I feel like dying,though my chances are grim.So say hello to me,this act I put on,till my time comes,till God says I'm done.
SocietyThe creative ideas inside our headsUnfortunately will go unsaidFor society has removed them allWatching proudly as we fallAlmost as ifWe were never there at all
Just To Be PerfectFat.Over weight.Chubby.All mean the same damn thing.UGLY.To stop.To diet.To run.To STARVE.Never enough.Never strong enough.Never pretty enough.Never PERFECT.A lie they tell.To make girls go crazy.To be perfect.Size 0.A joke.Yet we all want it.Yet we all cry for it.Yet some die for it.Just to be Perfect.
StrongerThe feelings, sinking back in..The skeletons in your closet,Exposing your insecurities.Monsters in your mind,Clawing at your heart.The sadness,Clinging to you,In every waking hour,Battling again,But this time, with new reason.A will to live.A promiseOf a better future,A better way to cope.The blade taunts you,It begs you,Promising beautiful release,A shameful calm.But his voice overpowers that,He pleads her,Asks softly if she can promise.He is positive,That she is stronger than the blade
ChoicesHer strength is growing thinFeels like she'll never winIt's a loosing battleOne that will forever leave her rattledHer tired eyes..Merely a slipping disguiseShe's outta breath,Flirting with deathHand on a razor..Wishing somebody would save her.She has two choices:Give into the voices,Or find lightIn her darkest plight
DefineI sought for the definition of love in your dictionaryAnd the names of all whom lived in this world was there but mineI sought for the definition of hate in your dictionaryThere was not a single name besides my own