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ProblematicProblems are problems, I must fix them myself.
I cannot believe this is how you felt.
My euphoric personality is starting to drain.
Over the hills and through the rain.
I always thought I could stay strong
but it seems that I'm
the weaker of the two.
I seem to be systematically
pushing you away.
Maybe that's how
I'll save you today.
I am one of your problems,
I will fix myself for you.
Just please give me another day,
And as the strikes move up to three,
I can only hope you'll stick it through with me.
Confessions We are so pointless, like writing the names of stars upon the Earths crust. We're pungent, disgusting creatures that make death pale in comparison to what is growing in the ever thickening imagination of humanity. Though we say humanity is what is best in things, but oftentimes in brings out the worse in all.
I think I need to stop falling in love with people that can't be real to me because oftentimes I am not a real person to them. I have fallen in love many times, but not the love you think of as written in most fairy tales. I have fallen in love with people that I want to spend the rest of my life with, but not through marriage, but through friendship. Countless are those I would die for and countless are those who want me to die.
Fragile like eggshells are her bones, since she has always been supported with crutches through her entire life, never trusted to be let alone for a moment. Fragile is her soul, since
misunderstanding the unspokenLover Boy hands you a gun
a .42 with a star on the hilt
and says if you don't love me shoot me through the heart
I've had enough with this game you're playing
I think that love isn't about what people will do for you
but what you will do
I say and
I say that
I have not led you on
And does that gun
have a bullet for my chest
because I never felt I needed to say
I haven't loved like that
But do you really need confirmation
Or will your hopes keep flying higher
as my thoughts keep going deeper to the dark
honestyI'm nothing anyone should look up to
I'm not an inspiration
to the one I want to inspire
who is the girl who inspires me.
It's simpleTo be honest,
I just want to know who you have fallen in love with
because it's really hard.
I want to know because whoever it is
must be really special
because you are special too.
If you have fallen in love with this person
the way I have fallen for you
they must be truly amazing.
Happy Father's DayFather
how I miss you
but I don't know why.
Though I try
the present will have no effect
on my past
and I looked weak
in your eyes
Then I tried
and I failed
and died some more inside
I loved art
I loved others
I loved you
I tried hard to make you love me too
You loved your wife
you loved my brother
but you never loved
So the artwork stopped
my smiles too
I tried anything and everything at all
Isn't it funny how I always dote others now
even though I yet still always get frowns
I still kid myself by saying that
I still care for you
This is a little late
that's always up to debate
but I guess you can't read this anyways
fallshall i say that you are more beautiful than the twisted limbs and mossy roots of the forest
and the leaves scattered on the ground are me
i was once part of your beauty but now i have fallen away from you
and begun to decay
You've known me too long to still like meplease don't pretend to like me
please don't pretend to care
please don't act like you're not annoyed
that we're breathing the same air
knowing that you hate me
will leave me better off than not
because i swear to god i really want you here
and you seem to want to not
i don't want to upset you
i really hate it when you cry
because every time you do i feel
a bit of me die inside
in all honesty i want you to love me
in all honestly i want to be the one you trust
but my steel hard heart will start to rust
from every single tear
with my doting of your smile
my infatuation caught up in your beautiful snare
i fell almost like
i make you like me a little less
i'm just another fucking pest
EndingsWhy does everything I write have to be about love and hate.
Everything of late seems to be that way.
All I write is contradicting myself:
"I love her but she doesn't love me,
wouldn't that fill anyone with glee?
I wish to love her like family,
but I want us to be more."
I want to be able to write about adventure and lore,
I hate being such a bore.
I can't stand how I always have to rhyme,
it makes me crazy.
I guess I'll stick to the riddles and cries.
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.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
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
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
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
I am sorry (for not leaving soon enough)Hey there, my beauty, I'm sorry, but it's time for us to part ways.
I love you, so dearly, but darling, you are growing more distant every day..
Or is it I?
I love you, the way you love your prince, okay?
Hey now, I'm sorry, but really, there is no way for you to love me like I love you.
Wait now, please don't cry, I'm broken, but you are strong and you are mighty, more than I can be for you.
I'm worth the dirt on the bottom of your worn shoes, old from your wonderful travels.
you are an uncut diamond, but I still manage to get under your skin.
You are my sun, with your ferocious personality,
you are my stars, shining bright against the dark,
you are my moon hanging low above the sea..
it's just that you're just worth so much to me..
And I can't bear the fact that if I stick around any longer that I will eventually hurt you,
and therefore hurting me.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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