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Jealousy There was a kid who was once friends with a monster
His only friend, the first one, indeed
Invisible to others, to his father and his mother
But happiness, would there lives lead
They had cherished each other's emotions
They had learned to love both their devotions
But then one day, the lad went away to play,
And it all went downhill from there
SecondsTime goes fast
Rapid and vast
It has no mind, no body
Only eyes to see us
Grow and grow and grow; quickly
And before we know it
It flew away
Above the land, above the sea
Above the stars, above the skies
Above you and me
So please, I beg, don't part now
Stay here for a little while longer
We don't have all the time in the world
RiseThey're still here
Appearing among light and dark
Glimpses and flickers of the bright past
And a bleak future
Persona There once was a world
With only me, myself and I
Yes, only me, myself and I
I hated me, thus I killed me
Then I killed myself
And now there is no more of me, myself or I
Remorse Her throat was dry; burning
She hacked and coughed as flames consumed her
Screaming in pain, inside and outside
Crying tears, bloody or clear
And the burning, ungodly witch nailed to a cross
Bestowed a spell upon all before turning to ashes
For vengeance was all she had on her mind
But when she regretted her curse
It was too late, there was no more time
No 'redo', 'undo', 'end game', 'restart' or 'replay'
Just 'continue' was left for her
Green with EnvyIt came, in the night, in the day,
In flames, bursting and igniting all in its path
Leaving behind only ash and leaves
In the sole shade of green
It came, and swallowed his heart whole
And though his face was red as a beet
His heart lost colour and became tainted fast
Since that green flame of envy
Burnt his heart 'til it was no more than black
BondsBy my side, sleeping peacefully
With a silly grin on your face
While the sun stands out
In the brilliant blue sky
And your hand on top of mine
Entwined, in warmth
Oh, how I hate it
Why do you look so happy?
You disgust me
But my lips are sealed
And I, in no motion, do nothing but wonder
I can end it all now and forever
With a simple flick of a knife
And yet my heart tells me not to
As if I, of all creatures, had a heart of a mortal
It's absurd, ridiculous
Foolish and idiotic
I, a cold-blooded, remorseless being
The one who is told to bring fear and catastrophe
Has a heart of a mortal dwelling within me?
It's impossible, it's insane
Just one scratch on the throat is all it takes,
But why is it that,
I do not have the strength nor the audacity to do so?
GrieveHe looked me in the eye,
With his bum sat on the street
And in his ragged clothes he said,
"Don't you pity me."
A coin from my pocket, that was in my hand
Had quickly fell onto dry land
He had a glare upon his face, and so I backed away
"I am a lost soul," he said,
"The perfect castaway."
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
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
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
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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