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.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.
It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,
like powdery snow.
Every day you hit the bathroom floor,
grasp the porcelain rims,
and your vomit echo through the door.
I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.
I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,
and your noises I could ignore.
It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,
but through your selfishness and saliva,
I hope you realize I suffer too.
I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.
When you scream at me and yell,
I've always had your back.
How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,
I wish I could be weak like you,
but my strength is just too much.
How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,
and when you saw your broken form,
then you would see the pathetic look on your face.
But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,
and through the repetitive screech,
how I wish I could slam the door.
I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.
Because you couldn’t take this anymore.
You laid there and said to me,
Through tears that fell from your eyes,
“Who cares if I were to die?”
Reminding me of those hundreds of times,
I’ve seen people bend and break.
I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.
I remembered standing by silently,
Watching everyone collapse around me.
Seeing bottles scattered around,
Broken glass covered the ground.
And I wondered to myself,
“Is he ever going to get better?”
And I watched you as you died,
Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.
Memories are still flickering,
Behind my eyes.
I suddenly remember my own cries,
For someone to save me.
Because I was so close to falling,
That the abyss seemed more inviting,
Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.
Because my arms were too tired,
To hold on.
I am back in reality,
Watching you fade away.
And I see myself,
And the countless other people I’ve wit
i'm cold, could you pass me a blanket?my kindergarten teacher
told me there were flowers in my soul.
too bad it's always autumn;
dead inside of me.
the garden is a crumbled heap,
and my heart suffocates
beneath the leaves.
untitled (broken records don't have names)my fingers flutter sunrise butterflies,
floating in the morning
as it breaks through the gloom
that came post-gloaming.
but i confess,
i have no grasp
on what to do with daylight
you were a drop of sunlight
reflected in my cloudy-sky eyes
eventually you became too
good for me, and i gave up
my waxed wings are still intact, but
my shoulders are too sore from
carrying this deadweight with an
obnoxious, obstinate heartbeat
and how are you faring this golden afternoon?
you will never answer and yet
my mind loops broken records,
asking as if you could hear.
light halos the plain beneath my feet
but i shy away from sunshine,
an icarus-inherited fear of falling
or just of
because we were supposed to
be something beautiful, something
worth falling for
(or you were, at least, and there is
no way to ask if you fell hard enough)
but shattered cds still lie on the floor
collecting the sunlight that i
don't know what to do with
because i can't spend it on you, anymore.
Falling Only Hurts When You Hit Rock BottomFalling is only terrifying,
When you see the ground.
It only hurts when you hit rock bottom.
But for the free fall,
You almost feel nothing at all….
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