Even if you don't feel it, try itStories written, stories found, the match ~ its set
Letters converge and characters write~ beyond the threshold, they guide the light
Adventurer moving, explorer in sight
Lets push the dark away
The Edge of Truth/Fear Its time
Its time to give voices to all who believed
The time of reflections has come ~ face your value
Who are you, space in time ensues
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Hearth The cadence of an uncontrollable fire calls me
I can hear you, from echoes of a night long gone
echoes of a night long here
Fleeting footsteps upon fog listed trails
The ivory seating, a song of believing
My story, might ~ a break upon the night
Shake the skys, let the earth tremble in our might
Fleeting, flewing ~ earth ever moving
The Rumbling, the soaring
Hide and SeekCobwebs to A Cherry grove
Singing of sorrows from deep below, a rumbling of sing song and water's lights glow
Touching of light and the soothing sounds of might; the love of the break comes at morning's night
Darkness consumes the reverberations of the singing bird
Searching and crawling, lost soul among feeling, the sorrows
Echoes of the signs left for us,
A song of fright
Sound where there is no sound. Breath where there is no fight
We are alone
Was I always lost?
fight me as I lay and fight me as I fray, tears of the forlorn
Wailing into the night of forgotten sails
This trail leads forever
Sorrow's song lead me
Drifting above, the world in silence
Strumming cords of the <
Breathe of FireAmong the battered blades of grass, she laid dying. Gripping tightly, she began to rise . . .
Defiance in her eyes . . .
IncantemSumbling, settling lingers from within
what have I become?
The stranger from deep within
Where has it all gone
I'm lost to the city of sorrows beneath
Trembling and weakening my tears drown me so
A gem, a shard. Its before my eyes.
A linger, a story, fury of the frights
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" Reaching the top of the hill, the young traveler mounted with the cadence of a wild animal; yet, something more. Upon her arrival, her eyes were met with death. It surrounded her. Enveloped her. The smell of ash and flames saturated the air. Red st
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.
I didn’t notice all of the bottles
That littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.
I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.
I didn’t think it odd for a moment
Because the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.
I haven’t seen you actually happy
And it kills me.
I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquor
Hiding behind it.
You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadow
The darkness sticks to you
It slowly made its way from your shoes
To your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.
A hollow shell.
Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.
You broke all of your bones
And couldn’t make it back home.
You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.
To see that things get better,
So you never
The things that I never paid attention to when I was small
That I can see now.
And I feel so horrible
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
and I think, maybe they don't shine for us.
Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,
I'm important and I can do good."
Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,
just the way we use them to search for our home across the ocean
and for a new world
and for something other than dead sea.
Maybe they're afraid of burning out
just like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendships
and maybe they think they're not good enough
that they could have been better,
that they could have been a sun or a planet
but they missed their opportunity.
I wonder if the stars live in cliques,
or if those constellations are their family members,
and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parents
or run away from home
or write about it?
I bet the stars live like us,
but what would I know?
I'm just a dead girl from the grave,
and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Is This Love?Okay,
I think I finally found out what love is.
Is it when,
The sight of her,
Turns your heart,
To her element.
If so, iron man you got some competition,
Because I’m in the position to fly,
No suit needed.
When she isn’t around my heart is bleeding.
I just, want her and only her.
We can fight til morning,
But please don’t leave,
If you do, at least,
Punch a hole,
Through my soul,
So in my next life,
I will still have your imprint,
But while we are still living this one,
I want you close, no space for an indent.
We can have fun together,
Whether or not the weather is kind.
The harsh sun couldn’t burn
The galaxies I seen in your eyes.
It’s hard to define this I know,
But do you remember your first sight
Out of the womb, me either.
But I’m sure it was a beautiful creation,
Just like when I seen you.
So all I ask, is if this is love,
And you feel the same for me,
Let’s commence this operation,
In hopes to get married someday,
And dance to the Beatl
Just SmileJust Smile
The rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.
It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.
People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scorn
Sometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.
But like my dearest friends taught me, just smile
Smile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.
This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.
Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”
Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.
There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,
and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.
So make your life, and your body feel much better by
on salting the field and winning the warthe phone rings again; pick it up.
today, the boss asked her when you're
coming back to work. she says she doesn't know
when the last time you got out of your house was.
you're not sure either. not all pain is fleeting.
not all pain is bright and hot. sometimes, it's
through the phone, she talks like the sun filtering through
newborn leaves. she is miles and miles away from
the hurricane that is battering your shoreline.
she wants to know when you'll be able to look her in
the eye again. 'the boss is thinking of giving away your job,'
she says. 'when will you be over this?'
you don't know what you should tell her.
'did you know,' you start, 'that years after
the Mexico City earthquake in 1985, citizens
walked around thinking they still felt aftershocks
in the soles of their feet?' break off
halfway through another word. stop. start again,
voice shaking. 'did you know that more soldiers in the iraq war
have died by their own hand than by that of an enemy's?'
voice shaking, h
.my head has become a
teeming with ugly whispers and most days
i just want to get drunk
it's too much:
sitting in a history class where
the teacher just drones on
like a broken record about how in sixty years
we'll all be suffocating on the exhaust fumes
of our parents' sins.
driving on a clustered highway
in an empty car with half a tank of
gas getting passed by people too
occupied to live their lives.
contemplating a black hole pompous
enough to call itself the
future as an insatiable
debt worms its way into
the valleys and canyons of
my skin and bones.
give me a scalpel and
open up my skull.
exterminate these savage vermin
from my mind before
my veins turn black from their
toxic desires and my heart stops
beating the moment i close my eyes.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
coincidentiacut and paste blindly
into the machine
and i am reminded:
and i will not die.
i promised you that.
GhostsYou have just become a shadow
It is no longer what it was
It is no longer the same
I'm just a stranger I used to know
I know that much has changed
Just a stranger
Nothing that is now really you
You shattered and gone
And now it's just one more person I used to know
I miss you
I feel that it is difficult we could still be friends
But you simply forgot to live