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the letter of our life Sincerly,
I've started at the end; that's where we began. This is all backwards. It's what we are. It's not fair to me, that you are stronger when we both share the same pride. If opposites attract, we wouldn't know. Differences are many, similarities abundant. We're both made of ice, but together...somehow...we melt. As our forces oppose each other-youawayfromme-meawayfromyou-this time we don't go. There's a reaction and we both end up alone. Did you want that? I didn't. I'm sorry for the damage I've done. I don't want to admit my faults but I guess I just did. Perhaps we can never be.
1.Does a person need a reason?
She gropes for a foothold
(someone to hold her)
and echoes of her troubles
shake her insides.
Superhuman hero hath no fear.
Carry her shattered remains
to the catacombs
(safety buried deep)
Naked soul, she's up for grabs.
Tell me what makes you tick-take-talk.
"Listen to the birds. Soon it will flood
your emptiness. Your impurities can't
win me over"
She's losing it, losing this,
"Edgar Allen Poe killed me in a
wine cellar last spring."
She hates you, they hate her.
Indifferences and identity
can't define character;
just a drivers license.
augments her gash.
Bleed bleed bleed-
bits and pieces of my words.
mold them to your desire;
this is what they mean to
tell me that
i love you
in a way only i understand.
do i really?
i love the word
for it speaks of my mind
scattered and clattered
by his musical
ricochetet off the walls.
he's far less (yet very close)
tell me again why you
i love you,
i love you,
the moon and the
stars are no surprise.
i've fallen right here.
leave me deadDon't touch me.
You're the best and the worst.
I can't finish my thoughts;
you abduct them.
Weave your fingers through mine,
maybe I will like this.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I swear it, I will.
You gave me a taste of what
I fear and used to dream.
Congratulations, lets hear some applause.
You make me sick.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'd rather be alone.
Hannah's SongLost in the depth of his resplendent eyes, blue and bold in the pale moonlight. A fine smile kidnaps her breath; he spend his day with someone else.
Honey coated melody of his voice...radiate through her secret heart. He does not grasp her actuality nor abounding love for his distant soul.
JoyYou fear reprimand,
love feels so far away.
That blade leads you astray.
Your life is not unplanned.
Don't refrain from tears.
Have faith; you're not alone.
Scars and lies...heart turning to stone.
Do not give into fear.
You said it's art...
the result of a mistake,
and happiness is fake.
This breaks my heart.
Traitor of My HeartCrippled hearts.
Complications led to empathy;
admiration declared from the beginning.
Insecurity held me back-
consisting words of refrainment.
Potent pursuit to make me fall.
Factual I will be.
Opposite occurence of my life...
despite, my affections climb.
Uncertainty screams in my conscience.
Flattery was birthed in deception.
Affirmation is a promised death,
abrupt came betrayel of trust.
Adaptation of a dreaded loss;
just my luck.
Silver tongue, slippery words, tumble downhill.
Faith like shattered glass,
puppy lost in the rain,
begger with only a coin.
Life like a reciprical.
Well pondered apology.
Too late for the return.
Forgiven; but unbelieveable.
Struggle to regain confidence.
I won't take the journey
of a simply unworthy cause.
ExpressionYou've finally reached me.
I finally trust you.
I hope I don't overstep,
when I speak.
The depth of my feelings
may come as a shock
You're my best friend
but there's something more.
Moments spent with you,
I'll treasure forever.
Are you listening?
Without you, where would I be?
My intentions are honorable,
we have our boundaries.
I don't mean to confuse
yet I'm not sure if this is right...
Perhaps my feelings
are different from fact
Can emotions control truth?
You're always on my mind
Patience is a virtue-a fruit
Love is complex
Far too many for words
Lightening strikes so fast
Is that why I've
missed so much?
When you find your wings,
and learn to fly...
may I come along?
TransformationOut stepping my shelter, following His footsteps
An act of faith with a roar of intimidation
My enemy hates, he attempts destruction
Darts, arrows, piercing blades
Wallowing in defeat, I see no way out
The attack prevails, I dive toward the floor
"God please, please! My knees are bruised,
My tears are gone, can't you help me?"
Beyond the silence and the fears, God speaks
His voice is like honey and sweet to my ears
His words are a shelter, obliterating fears
My heart absorbs His strength and might
Spoken are the words of triumphant victory
Uplifted hands tremble in awe
Rising upon weak knees, rejoicing while weeping.
God has saved me!
Comprehending my purpose, I progress
Marching alongside the lifter of my head
Declaring His name through every word said
Pursuing Him into obscurity
Trust presents a vivid light
Could it be possible for God to fail?
He has not, nor will he ever
He is God!
Flesh reaches it's closure, God has taken charge
Promised victory has now come, outreach increased
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
Dizzy Girl,you can't cure sorrow. The drops
on the windshield are swallowed
by this traffic's color and you
are just the driver.
Other people pass
with paint blearing,
though I do wish
there was an ending,
questions spark in halos
of low street lamps as you veer
toward the center,
recollections are ceaseless.
She will be at your left and the gust
through the tinted window
will be humid,
you taste her last spirit
in the smoke and
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
What is it really?An apple can't fall too close to the tree.
Love is a hurricane.
A spoonful of sugar makes your symptoms worse.
Laughter could be a cure.
Actions really do scream louder than words.
You don't get all of what you see,
and if you can't feel it, perhaps it does exist.
Building up walls keep people from climbing over.
Just because you need them doesn't give you an open door.
No one will chase after you even if you run away.
Equal and opposite is never the reaction.
Forgivness is easily forgotten.
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