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They are happy
With each other
With each other
But they forgive
They stay with the other
No matter what
It's as if they're puzzle pieces
That fit together
You are my friend
Is what I think
You tried to trick me
You abandoned me
You betrayed me
That's not what friends do
Is it just a silly quarrel
Or is it me?
I feel sad
Or is this melancholy?
You try to take others
Away from me
But what did I do to you?
Is this just a trick
Like all your other lies
Just to fool me
And everyone else
You try to show everyone my reflection
So they see what I am deep inside
So that they see
The part of me that I hide
Are you my friend
Or are you a fake?
Like the rest
Are you twisting the truth
And making them lies
Just to spite me?
I won't retaliate
But I don't mind to
Since you are my friend right?
ProgressWe've been through sunny skies so bright
We've been through cloudy and stormy nights
But don't worry love, we're almost there
To that place we dreamt of up above
Silent SorrowI didn't cry
Since you were there
I didn't cry
Since you would feel bad
I didn't cry
Since you would pity me
I didn't cry
Since I held it in
I didn't cry
Since you didn't like it
I tried to smile
But how can I?
You walked away
With a frown on your face
I tried not to,
But I cried
WhisperLike a bird she sits there perched on that swing of hers
The gateway wasn't open but it was unlocked
Why don't you fly away?
Was she trapped inside?
Was she too much of a coward to take that chance to escape that cage
Sealing her from the outside
She tries to call out with a trembling voice
That was exactly like a trampled withering flower
Is this the true end?
If so what's after?
Is she stuck here for all eternity?
Is she trapped?
In a cage that's covered with a blanket so no light can shine through
Or was she trying to hide?
From those monsters outside clawing at the bars like wild animals
Hunting down their prey
Not giving them at least a moment to say their last prayer
She's been crying, she's been dying
She's been lying this whole time
Sill they say she's a pure white dove, with no dark intentions
They say she's perfect
Will you really still think that
Once she went outside?
She's denying all the lies, the rumors that makes her wan
Memory LaneA dust covered album all ragged and worn out sat on the shelf
It was waiting for me to uncover it from the mist that hid its name
My old sketchbook
Curiosity took over me as I began to flip through the pages of the crayon-filled drawings
Memory after memory, I scan through the pages
A girl in a field of grass so green and sun so bright with not a cloud nor shadow in sight
A girl playing hopscotch with others around her but the others seemed cold and lifeless as if they were just stuffed,soulless toys
A 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 happily
A girl facing the other way staring into the horizon
A girl staring at a group of friends walking away ahead of her, laughing
A girl crying somewhere where no light shines through the darkness nor where you're accompanied by others
A girl facing two silhouetted figures fighting and yelling at the girl,
You were standing so tall
You nearly reached the skies
But then I made you fall
And you are she who cries
For all her life
She believed what she now calls lies
That 'Practice makes perfect' or 'Your effort is worth it'
It's my fault
You were a queen with your crown
But then I brought you down
By getting rid of that crown of yours you treasured so
I didn't want to hurt you
Nor did I mean to
I'm such a fool
To think I'm good enough to even know you
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
But you say nothing and run away
I'm not someone you knew even though you denied
I'm sorry for lying and making you cry
But if I'm nothing but an obstacle in your life
Then I'll die
Only if it'll make you happy
But I'm sure it shall
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
But I get no reply
And my voice withers away
DreamscapeI go to sleep
And wake up
In a place
Where possibilities turn into reality
Where everything can be what you want
Where your wishes come true
Like a fairytale
Where you are not alone
Where you are in peace
Where you can be you
I walk across
A field of dandelions
The seeds fly away
Across this landscape
Making thousands of wishes available
But no one wished
For everything in this world
Is what you want it to be
You make this world
You paint this world
This is your world
This is my world
I go to sleep
And wake up
In a place
Where everything is grey and boring
Where monsters exist
Even if you didn't want it to
Where darkness slowly consumes you
Where darkness slowly consumes
Its light it had before
Where there's no such thing as purity
I don't like this world
I hate it
All of it
Why can't I stay in the other?
A way to sleep forever
To remain there forever
And I know this way
And I don't mind this way
As long as
I can be in this world of mine
With no destruction
Everything's Going to be FineShe covers her eyes,
Smiles and says
"I'll be fine, all shall be fine."
On her hands, that covered those eyes
Were words written in black ink
'I'm fine' it said
She put her hands on her mouth,
Revealing her eyes and the ink on her hands turned scarlet
They changed to what looked like an open smile
With words as teeth that said,
After The True End"The end." mother said
And left the room
Leaving me engulfed in darkness
But with a small candle that shone softly
It struggled in the war between light and darkness
But it was enough
To guide through the endless night
What lied behind the true end
But it wouldn't matter
I knew what will happen
After 'happily ever after'
They'll all die
And lie among with the other rotting corpses
They shall descend
To an inferno endless darkness
Melting you slowly as you become part of it
They shall ascend
To a peaceful and happy place where what you imagine
Becomes your reality
You'll be unable to wake
To turn the page
It's an endless storybook
And you'll be stuck for eternity
In endless daylight
That expose all your faults
But what happens
If none of those things lie behind the end
Where's the next page of the storybook?
Why was it torn out?
What's the secret that lies behind the true end?
I found you
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!
Simile and self-medicationI have problems
and I'll swap mine with you like trading cards.
Long lovely disorders go over the lips like chocolate
but honey, we've been writing about these pits of darkness
long before shrinks slapped name tags on them.
While the rest of the world cringes and looks away
together we will scribble from one breakdown to another.
It is a saga marked by the usual trappings of our kind:
I have dizzy spells, you cry at night, I have pills
you describe flowers, I see through hypocrisy
and we both lose love like loose change.
I have problems.
I used to eat the skin at the tips of my fingers
but my bad habits are now limited
to searching out the human condition
and touching my face a lot.
I name and shout about my problems
through the glittery curtain of metaphor
because who wants to hear misery unless it's diluted
by pretty words?
There is something uniquely rewarding
about well-written suffering;
poetry is the confetti at a pity party.
I have problems
yet writing helps me and it's mine.
The New Medication.......Crap. I hate when this happens. I watch quietly as my hands and feet crash into the
walls, the floor. I watch the world spin 'round as I writhe on the cold tile. Why can't
I scream? I'm terrified, yet all I can do is watch as my body destroys itself. I feel a
sharp pain. I look to my legs, with my fingernails impaled in the flesh. With a morbid
calm I feel my hands begin to ache. They can't keep this grip for much longer. Soon they
give up, only to give up the brief relief of stillness and resume scratching the walls,
whacking the floor. My legs kick the sink. I watch my soap and brush fall, almost in slow
motion, so peacefully... When they land, my eyes are drawn to the opening door.
.........Mom must have heard the banging. She tries to restrain me. No, stop. Ignorant to
my silent pleas, she continues to try. A fist flies. I watch helplessly as it goes toward
her. Contact is made. For the first time, I begin to cry. Please leave, Mom; don't see me
like this. I'll try harder to
Injection DayInjection Day
Monday mornings were always a rush. I sighed, picking up a stray sock at the bottom of the stairs. It was probably my eldest’s, Arthur’s. He hadn’t seemed to grasp the concept of the washing machine yet. But then, few ten year olds do. I took it with me into the cluttered kitchen, and left it on the worktop next to some bills and my car keys. My husband, Sam, looked up briefly as I came in. I was glad to see that he had organised the younger children, who were now eating breakfast. Freya and Peter both looked grumpy and half asleep.
My skinny daughter, with her petulant expression and hunched shoulders, glared at her plate crossly.
‘Mum, I’ve eaten half my toast but I’m not hungry anymore,’ she whined.
I exchanged a frustrated look with Sam, who shrugged wearily.
‘Fine, leave your plate by the sink and go and clean your teeth.’ My voice came out slightly sharper than I had intended, but she leapt down from the table, o
My LonlinessMy Loneliness
That feeling deep inside you when you are alone.
Loneliness has nothing to do with the people around you.
Loneliness has everything to do with the people within you.
Loneliness is standing alone in the darkness, afraid, with no one to help you.
Loneliness is holding out and keeping others away for fear of harm.
Loneliness is having no one to stand with when you need it most.
Loneliness is a desease of the heart.
Loneliness is the feeling that fills the gaps where another person should be, but isn't.
That is what loneliness is.
Having no one.
The Angel and the DevilMy heart is split into sorrow and joy,
And the tempting each brings never ends.
Golden haired to the right is my angel boy,
To the left, a dark man whom evil sends.
He has been sent straight from hell
To lure my angel away from me,
And turn him into a devil as well,
Destroying his goodness and purity.
And though I hate to say, I still think
My demon will never stop
Until he pushes my angel to the brink,
And ends up coming out on the top.
And yes, I hate to think, but now must tell
That my angel is my devils hell.
ChoiceAlrighty now i've wanted to write this for a while now and please do read it, i know it's a bit long but it'd mean an aweful lot. you dont have to fav it or comment or even like it for that matter, but just read through it.
Now, where do I begin. we've all heard those answers that models give in pageants when they're asked what they want, "world peace".
that's their wish and it would be most people's wish.
so now what's the problem? famine? poverty? abuse? depression? inequality?
there's a whole heap of crap in this world, and to think we've come a long way from how we were in the past. Jeez, go man kind.
Now dont get turned off this, i'm not here to ramble on about how miserable life is and such, quite the opposite.
Now when we all think peace, it's mearly a wish, something that we can all hope for but deep down are convinced will never be the case.
Now for a moment think, really open yours eyes and think for a moment. Weapons. Billions of dollars every year are spent on weapons of ma
SafetyShe sat there in the corner, head between her knees, hands clasped tightly over her ears as she rocked back and forth. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she tried to contain the whirlwind inside her. They hated her.
They were pushing her away, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep pushing back.
Everything that was wrong in her life was weighing on her soul, crushing it slowly. She wasn't sure how much longer she could fight this fight on her own. She needed help. But could she ask? No, who would help her? She was just the sniveling one in the corner that everyone was doing their best to ignore.
She sobbed, curling more tightly in on herself, as if making herself smaller would make her heart safer. It wouldn't, but she tried to convince herself that it would. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up the illusion. It was when she couldn't have felt more lost that she looked up and saw
ForgottenYou walk towards me
With the rest
You greet me
And say goodbye
You walk ahead of me
Not waiting for anyone
Not waiting for me
To catch up
In my heart
I find a small pain
But I won't mind
You're moving on
I'm crying for no reason
Since you're coming back..
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