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DreamerWhen I first awoke in this strange new world,
It was dark
The only light shining bright, was the moon and stars;
My sole night lights
And the one I first saw, had their backed turned to me
That's how it was, that's how it started, and that's how it'll always be
O cursed web of fate, why must thou bestow upon me;
A dream that wasn't meant to be dreamed, nor captured
I who can't stand, walk or run
I who started to crawl; I with two hands and two feet
Yet I have the audacity to dream that perhaps one day I'll carry the world with these hands
I, the helpless and hopeless; the stupid and careless
I, the one with strange dreams
The Dragon and The Knight in Shining ArmourIn all the books I've read,
The villains remain dead
They, the 'victims', buried under stones,
Leaving nothing but wounds and broken bones
But have you ever wondered,
What if they have survived?
Will the heroes still be alive?
FateIf I am nothing to you, then please already
Cut me away from this red thread called life
If I am nothing but a problem with no solution
Then don't hesitate since you won't be needing me
At all, don't deny, my 'friend'
And since I am just the troublemaker in your life
I'll end this quickly so I am no more
No more, I'll be gone, for good
Farewell dear friend, see you on the other side,
Perhaps, one day somehow, some way
But let's just say,
The end of our days together starts now
ScenarioA fake, a fake
A reality I make
A fake, a fake, a fake
A fake, a fake
That won't break
False, a fable, a fairytale, a mistake
A fake, a fake
A reality that I like to make
A fake, a fake, my only escape
Until once I wake
World (2) I didn't find it odd, the fact that he hugged the teddy bear from his childhood tightly even though he's 21 years old. The fact that their was a night light in this room that's lit only during the day, but not at night. I didn't find it weird or peculiar that he drew pictures of another world or his reality, nor did I find it strange that there was always her silhouette behind him. What I did find rather strange was that his hooded eyes never moved from a blank wall; he saw something I didn't, something I couldn't but a voice, a whisper in the wind said,
"Don't worry, it'll all come flooding back."
I sat down beside him.
World (1) Tick, tick, tick. I'm running out of time. A clock continues to tick though there's none to be seen. Hurry, hurry before it's to late. Wake up.
Doors. Millions —no, maybe more, maybe infinite. I stand still, listening to mother's lullaby in a dream-like trance. Before me, all the doors close besides the one in front of me. The knob turns and the door starts to rattle. Someone's knocking on the other side. Something. The knocking turns to bangs in furious rage; what lurked on the other side is what I'll never know, nor do I want to. I mutter the same word over and over again.
"End, end, end..."
An eye peeks through the keyhole and a faint whisper, carried along with the wind, repeatedly echoing its message.
I found you.
I woke up. Skies are blue, sun is shining and a cool spring breeze comes along every so often. The perfect day is
Short ChatsWhy is it that
Whenever I said hello
You'd always say it
Why is it that
Whenever I said goodbye
You'd always say it
And why is it that
Whenever we spoke
You never say a word?
I'm sorry to say
That 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 you
All you've ever done
Was making money for your greed and selfish needs,
And slowly creating a pile of cold, lifeless, heartless toys grow before me
I who have no friends, no family, no one at all
I who had someone who loved me before
But not anymore
Happy/GlowA flicker, a spark, a flare then a fire
Shines through the ever engulfing blackness
Faintly, softly, calmly and slowly lighting up this abyss
Who had lit this flame that day
Who had stopped by and lit a match?
Questions asked, but faces pass by, without giving a single reply
That light spreads through my veins,
Like blood but warmer, not cold as my heart
A new warmth, a new feeling along with a new word that I never said nor learned but knew
And though the cold, chill of the wind whistles by,
To erase and distinguish this newborn light,
A wisp, so faint, so bright
Illuminating through the dark, causing all worry to fade
I worry no more, I cry no more
I walk along with this wisp and burned out candle of mine
Walking along, passing by the faceless,
But with hope that one will stop
To reignite the once-lit flame
And I have no fears nor tears nevermore
For I know one day, one will
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
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
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,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
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
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Little Birdie, Please Look AwayStop staring at me, please
Though you have beautiful eyes
Round, black and bold
Not showing the secrets you hold
But please do,
Stop reading my mind like a book
Searching for sins I've committed
It's only fair to do so,
I'm human, thus I sin like others
Stop having high hopes and expectations as well,
For fate only knows what I may become
So may I ask again, for you to stop staring at me
From a branch whilst the snow falls upon you
Please stop staring into my heart,
With soulless, beady eyes
Please do stop,
My little bird
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