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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.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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.
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