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UntitledI smile when it rains,
It drives away the black passion and the scarlet pain,
Tearing up my white flesh again and again.
It's the only thing that keeps me sane,
When everything else is driving me insane.
I smile when it snows,
It covers up these ruby scars that will forever show,
Hiding silver marks on golden skin I know.
It's an antidote to this shade misery that flows,
When everyone tries to deduce my glow.
The BetrayalHe was in love, she was not,
He would do anything for her pleasure,
She would draw him into her charms,
Capturing him as prisoner inside her deceiving tricks,
He fell for her immensely as he landed face-first onto the solid ground,
His heart was so innocent and pure,
And her heart was an obscure void that carried artic winds,
He would tell her how she was able to brighten his day and how glad he was to have her,
She would say the same but not once did she ever mean it,
He would carry her across any threshold just so walking won't ever be a burden,
He would climb a range of mountains to locate that one flower that she adores,
He would swim into the depths of the oceans to find a pearl that could do her justice,
He would do anything to flaunt his love for her
Yet, what did she ever do for him?
He felt this chill whenever he stood by her side,
But out of blind ignorance, he never did notice,
She was so cold, and she was a woman with a malicious spirit,
She felt and feels no guilt, and the
Yes I...yes i feel down,
but why should i tell you?,
why should i explain,
what level i'd fell to?,
yes it's a frown,
but why would i mention,
what lengths i'd go,
to find sadness prevention,
yes i'm upset,
but why talk to you?,
when you weren't there,
as tireder i grew,
yes i won't talk,
but why would i now?
when nobody stands,
when i make my vow,
yes i grieve,
but why wouldn't i?,
when it runs so deep,
watching memories die,
yes i'm in need,
but don't you try and give,
because i don't want your faking,
taking my will to live.
Your Perfectionthe sun only hides,
because it's jealous of you,
it comes back because the clouds do too,
the cause of the floods,
is an in land attraction,
a large fraction of which being you,
you were created as beauty,
the only one in your class being you,
your so kind so friendly,
my dream is being closer to you,
the moon gets bigger,
as it turns it's head,
only so it can see you,
the stars only wish,
they were closer to earth,
knowing just what you're worth,
if i could tell you how great you are,
i'd be the greatest speaker in history,
how you aren't satisfied with your beauty,
is the worlds new greatest mystery.
MelancholiaHere on this vacant shore I sleep,
Under the waning glow I start to weep,
With calm eyes trickling woeful tears.
To pass by many aching years,
Of a miserable life so alone.
By those melancholic waves I walk,
Filled with cold depression I fail to talk,
As innocent words stale in morbid breath,
To wish for a majestic longing death,
Of a dire mortality on loan.
Yet all those nostalgic sights I see,
Blinding me with sour memories I try to flee,
In a mania of ritualistic pessimism,
To bleed in that ocean of dour optimism,
Of a disturbed future I know.
ThinspirationWhen inspiration runs thin,
look deep inside your mind,
find it deep within,
the strongest thoughts,
get them aligned,
a line of poetry,
find them boring,
oh well it's good for me,
take a sip of the drink,
beside you on the desk,
push your mind to the brink,
put you're creative skills to the test,
let it infest the page,
scream out in a rage,
when none of what you've written,
makes sense any range,
in a bunch or,
in a line,
remember you can do this,
let's have some good stuff now,
rip into the page,
like a critique,
who's seen a swear word,
in a Shakespearean,
scribble down thoughts,
like you're a doctor,
whose terminal patient,
wants to be released,
outline the memories,
of enemies and bands you hate,
in NME's recent,
but decent releases,
practice your rhyme,
all the time,
until it works,
in a line,
what? i said in a line?,
a tool of the rules,
of the trade in this game,
Love Never Has An EndBoy, You Get Outta Bed,
Knock Yourself Upside The Head,
You Lost All You Hold Dear,
And You Can't Tell Her,
'Cause She's Not Here.
Go, Run Out To Your Car,
Complete The Search For Your Star,
She Said She's Leaving Tonight,
Show Her That She's Everything,
Including Your Light.
Sharply Cutting The Turns,
Bumping Over The Curbs,
You're Ignoring The Cops,
You Gotta Get There,
Before Your Heart Pops.
And Now The Airport's In Sight,
Standing Out In The Night,
She Carries Tears In Her Eyes,
Suitcase By Her Side.
By The Time You Get There,
She's Sitting Down In Her Chair,
You Can't Help But Feel Alone,
But Lucky For You,
She's Searching Through Her Phone.
Yours Then Begins To Ring,
And Your Heart Starts To Sing,
You Cry And Apologize,
For All That You Said,
All Those Dirty Lies.
You Prove You Want Her Back,
Can't Handle A Heart Attack,
She Starts To Understand,
So She Grabs Her Suitcase,
And Tries To Depart To Land.
But It's Already Too Late,
The Plane Takes Off With A Shake,
They Sadly Whispe
Bleedingburn me, crush me
kick me when I'm on the ground
cut me, slash me
drown me in my blood
shoot me, stab me
give me all that I deserve
pierce me, break me
turn me into one of the monsters
slice me, strike me,
mold me into your tool
throw me, impale me
make me your mindless puppet
abuse me, wound me
cut me down from my place in heaven
I'll refuse to eat, I'll refuse to sleep
destruct me, ruin me, demolish me, defeat me,
get the better of me, overcome me, undo me, kill me,
leave me there, broken and bleeding,
but in the end
only losing you, can truly hurt me...
A Thing Called LoveWhat is this thing they call love?
In an eternity of elegant emotion,
I've yet to decipher this one devotion.
Is it me that fails to understand,
How such a fiery feeling can freeze this land?
Some things are too good to be true,
Why the gentile grass is green
And the serene sky is always blue.
Love is a remedy that might have been,
A suitable cure to a depressive disease.
What is this thing they call love?
I am an idiot of insane impulse,
To realise this is something I can't repulse.
Is it me that truly lacks wisdom,
Why such a humble heart can hear no pulse?
Some things are never quite the same,
When the wailing wind and the roaring rain,
Always play the same old game.
Love is a word you wrote to me again and again,
But I was allured by it's idiotic illness.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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