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CrY...

Tears blur the words

As my heart is bled

Onto the page

A bitter river of my emotion

I cannot sleep

My thougts consume

Twisting within my mind

As the dam breaks and floods my consciousness

For the world, no for me

My self-pity sickens me

My eyes release the waterfall

And my soul stains the pillow

The burning inside me

Doused by this nightly rain

The flames are quicly stayed

Before they engulf me

A sea so beautiful to me

but a pool of sewage to all others

I swim aloneLost in this ocean

They see not the poetry in tears

And so as I swim

They drown

In an attempt to stay dry

HATE pierces like RAZOR BLADES

I see these cruel people
they treat me unjust and unequal
They treat me in society as if I'm their slave
With these hateful strong chains
Binding me to the ground
While they kick my emotional spine out
TEARING ME INSIDE
TEARING AND CLAWING AWAY AT MY PRIDE
They eat it and spit it back in my face
Only to knock me down again and walk away
With their sick exasperated devilish smile
I would love to make my hate all worthwhile
But I won't cuz I can't feel like I'm cold inside
Despite all the progressive hate locked on me
Like a magnet to a magnet
The hate is pulling me closer to despair
But I don't wish to ever go there
I want to snap OUT OF THIS OLD SHELL
And get out of my own personal hell
BINDING ME
BLINDING ME
FRYING ME
I'm dying inside SEE
And they just scrape my soul onto my grave
Only to bury me and throw the happiness I had away
Am I serene now?Do I feel down?
The head that wore the devil's crown will be broken
The hate shall not be spoken
But the deed to be stronger will be done
I won't let all this rage and hate and fear make my insides rip out and become numb

♦ I AM ♦

i am an echo...
words whispered by countless others...
tossed and beaten on the rocksthat rise to infinity...

i am the wind...
unseen yet heard...
untouched yet felt...
unbidden yet welcomed...

i am inspiration...
creation and destruction...
through me lives the abstract...
i radiate feeling...

i am unique...
the sum of my existence...
none have taken my path...
none will follow...

i am the omega...
finality and eternity...
i walk the stars...
the little cosmos...

i am human...
trial and error...
love and loss...
striving for infinity...

i am in love...
i walk the rosy path...
my soul is home...
i am complete

.: Asleep Yet AwaKe :.

I want to love

But I am too tired

To tired to reach out

I want to feel loved

But everyone is in thier own groups

To involved to become individuals and think thier own thoughts

I want to be free

But I am tied down on the rocks

To be pounded by thoughts of an uncontrolled mind

I want to grasp me

To know my center

But I am blinded

I want to know my world

To know what is making the waves in my mind

But it is changing too fast

??!!Insanity!!??

My darkest soul whispers my name,

My mind screams the same,

My sins shout my blame and shame,

Insanity is so hard to tame...

Randomn outbreaks to shout, laugh or cry,

The feeling of wanting to die.

My mind is playing tricks on me,I don't know who I should believe,

Or if I should trust anything I see.

But Insanity is Beautiful,Like Summer Rain...I

t's so Beautiful,It just makes me scream for more pain...

...Epilogue of a Break-up...

How do you trace a scream?

Such subtle lines that softly blur;

a moment designated to singby beautyor ugly:

a lily lying in a field.

Sometimesshe wishes on the leftovers

of last nights rain.

Closer to starlight than starswith two weeks of tracing,

screams singing:

"We can't talk about it now.

We can't talk about it now."

--Clarity--

Existence is not.

Life is.

Scarred by the legends of tomorrow, wreaths of immortality echo.

Silently.

Stirred by the rustlings of darkened day, Dawn sleeps-

Unawakened

By the stealthy dusk, in its tiptoeing madness;

A frenzy of tap-dancing raindrops fall

As the broken sun fades Casting clouds of burnt amberInto galaxies of no colour.

Yet death survives from the futures past.

A broken world- illusions dream

Realitys curse, shrouded in torment?

The warmth of heavens deepest hellsends

crawling shivers

through the minds cold embrace.

Whispered screams fill the stifling void,

as clammy oceans give up their frozen memories.

To be free from reality is to be chained to eternity.

Forever bound, in a mental liberty that few ever realise-

For most exist

Yet do not live

Butterflies are dying today

I thinkthe butterflies are dying today

They scratch at my windows

with their tissue paper wings

Screaming into my dreams

Today is the day, I think they say

But in the morning the glass is silent

And all I see left arefragments of kaleidoscopes

no hopes

Only powder stains

remain.

::FRiENdS::

Friends are the only angels
We’ll ever get to see
While still on earth
While we still can breath

They’re there for us
Through thick and thin
They light our way
When our path is dim

To hold your hand
To counsel you through
To help you out
To hold to you true

They’re God’s little gift
To show you He’s there
They’re his angel’s to you
To show you that he does care

?? Your Friend??

Once a teardrop leaves your eye;
it continues to flow to your neckline
and when it does, it leaves a mark
a path of sadness in your heart.

Water as it cleans your soul
Fire as it melts you down
Ever so clear that the reflections are
your greatest nightmares stabbed behind.

Someone judged you of who you are
Gave his word and bid goodbye
turned his back and took your place
Your friend disappears without a trace.

You apologized but is denied
Unspoken thoughts run across your mind
Unforgiven you stand up high
A silent war has begun.

.: If I Were To Die :.

If I were to die, right now…

What exactly would happen?

Would I be top of the news?

Head line story
Death of Fame and Glory
Everyone feeling sorry
Even the girl down the street, Lorie

Would no one care?

Just another dead waste
Guy with no taste
Waste of a case
Guy born and died with no home or base

Would people even know?

The forgotten one
One man who’s done
Some forgotten son
None ever called him “Hun”

…Or even remembered?

Who was that guy…
The guy who died
No guy died, you lied
Musta had my tongue tied

It would happen so fast…

No one would know
Who my love was fo’
Even tho
The guy was twisted and low

But that’s just a theory, with a bit of fear and wonder

I have people that love me
People that support me
Serve me morning tea
Talk and laugh with me
Days full of glee

I’m so happy to be alive…

Death is too sad of a topic
My happiness is on a level of “thick”
The only thing is, I’m lovesick
For a loving, caring chick

?? Do They??

do they miss me
do I ever cross their mind
do they ever think back
to our crazy times
do they close their eyes
and smile...
or are they glad to be rid of me..
oh i wish i knew...
if they do...
because if they don't...
I must be wishing my life away
and I wanna go back someday
but it seems i have to stay..
so far away..
do they miss me?
do they care..
have I been replaced?
oh how I want to be there..
and of all of the things im my head I say...
do they...