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Rest In Peace...So you may rest in peace,
I will breathe
For every breath you can't.
I will love
For every moment you won't.
For every joke you
Could have told
But never will.
And I'll cry
You never did.
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine over here
You just rest...
Without You...The sky is darker than I remember,
Were the stars always that far away and small?
They don't shine tonight, glowing dimmer than embers,
Was the moon always that lonely, and those trees so tall?
I'm so scared, I know I'm alone
But without you here
I feel as if the darkness of this night
Will steal my tears away
Before they can fall
Before they, too, can run away from me...
Was the night always this dark?
The noises form a giant I can't see,
But somehow still, he's chasing me.
Now there is no hand to hold,
No arm to squeeze my emotions into,
No warmth to steal into my frigid body...
Did it all disappear into the void of this night?
Re: The Greener Grass...I used to be jealous of friendships like yours
I used to want one so badly
I wanted to be on the inside
With everyone surrounding me
Until one day when I was inside...
And I realized that everyone surrounding me
Was out to get me
Or get something from me
They wanted to suffocate me...
With no escape
I was in your shoes
And they were glued to the floor
No place to run.
So now when I see you
Smiling in the middle of your crowd
I don't envy you
With your multitude of friends
I like my solitude...
Someone wise once told me
Useless things like
"Be careful what you wish for"
And "not all that glitters is gold"
But the thing is...
I'll wish because I'm curious
And sometimes gold glitters
And other times, I just want something to shine...
All that really matters
Is that I'm happy where I am
Because I know that if I'm not,
I'll want everything I don't have
And I'll stay unhappy forever...
To An Old Flame...Seems like every time you return
You take a piece of me and burn
The edges off my natural self
Now there's only ashes left.
And every time you say you want what's best
I just feel like I end up with your rejects
I'm starting to wonder why they say I'm blessed,
They don't see the ashes you left.
Seems like every time you're here
I lose another piece of myself
I'm starting to wonder if I'll have any of me left
When you leave again...
Will there even be ashes left?
My Last Memory of You...My last memory of
You is my first memory of you
Well...it's my collection of memories
That I've stacked away
Under the label of
"This is what love is supposed to look like"
And I know you don't remember
Because you left me behind long ago
But that's fine
All I need is this memory.
My last memory of you is a collage,
All of them running together
On the canvas like a stop motion film
I remember smiling a lot...
But these days
My memory's fading
I can't remember your face
Or your laugh
Or the words you used to say
I remember my blue sweater
But it's gone and so is the memory
Explaining how we got in trouble because of it.
I think I remember it being a funny story...
The kind you'd tell to your grandkids
But you don't even think of me anymore
And we won't be growing old together
So I guess that's why I forgot...
I remember the day I went to school
And heard that you had moved away...
The year that followed was the most miserable...to my recollection
But it's all become a
Mechanical + AbsenceMechanical in his absence
That's what life was and became
A torturous cycle of
Relieved only when he takes pity
Planned to imperfection
Functioning in synchronized chaos
Proclaiming that the shadows have secrets
That's what I am
Routine is my sanctuary
While his is random,
But he is absent
More often than he is present
And this heart is getting rusty
It needs to be oiled
I can't carry on....
Held back by the limits
I was programmed with
I cannot follow and I am
Eluded constantly by his "someday" answers
Energy running low
Trust on empty
Mental power on overdrive
That's what every day is
In his absence.
Say What You Want...I'm done
With keeping up appearances,
let them think what they want,
Let them hear what they want,
Let them see what they want to..
It shouldn't affect you [anymore]
And I'm done,
Smiling like everything's OK,
When I really want to curl up in bed and cry..all day
Let them do what they want,
They can say what they want,
Let them hear what they want
It's not my concern...
If you wanna make every detail
A newsflash newsflash newsflash
It's not my concern,
If you have no life
Other than mine.
Being the light of your life
When I can't find my way out of this dark tunnel
And I'm done,
Laughing like everything's OK
When I really want to be alone
Just leave me alone!
Think what you want
Say what you want
Hear what you want
It's not my concern
If you believe a lie...
Yea; so I'm done.
USMC Tribute**USMC - United States Marine Corps. **
For your country you would lay down your life
For the men and women you fight beside
For the commanders who promised to bring you back alive
But you'll never see the dawn.
All evil will perish at your hands
Intruders in those foreign lands
You do what others fear and can't
But for this you'll never be known.
The shadows lurking in the night
'Devil dogs', come end their plight
They dare to challenge American might
Hell yes! They'll get it full blown.
I respect your courage,
I appreciate the loyalty to the country of your birth,
Who can contest your gumption and girth?
You who can't truly feel the daunt of fear.
This well, it never runs quite dry
This blood, it never bleeds quite right.
This quill, this curse
Writes [this] magic verse,
I must write another,
Followed by yet another.
My flesh and blood
Poured out on selfish white,
Greedily it takes all I have
And asks for more.
I have more... more than I can give,
The greedy white bares its fangs,
This well, it never runs quite dry,
This blood; it hurts to bleed so right.
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.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
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
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
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
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Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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