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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
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
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
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day i
stopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
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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