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"Loving Love"The heart beats faster,
Breath is determined not to be caught.
Let loose the butterflies!
I felt invincible, incredible,
I knew what I was feeling, too:
It was love.
I felt safe around you --
I wanted to let myself be vulnerable.
I could only think of how we could become closer.
You allowed me to feel this way.
I loved those feelings.
And because you gave them to me,
I thought I loved you.
I was wrong.
They were feelings,
And you are a person.
It took me far too long, but now I realize:
People can give us feelings
And feelings can lead us to people,
But, in the end, the two are not the same.
How's that for 'being in love with love'?
AutumnOn covered heads
Lips cherry red
Orange wings being to fall.
From age-worn hands
Anchored on land,
Caressed by wind, given nature’s all.
Once forest green,
Now tempest red
With flurries of orange and yellow.
Fall as angels
And demons alike,
The trees weep as they go.
Yes, the trees weep,
Didn’t you know?
"Isn't It Fun To Pretend?"
To say to you all the things that I’ve been thinking,
All the while that I’ve been thinking,
Would be to say all the things
I’ve been thinking I couldn’t say.
While, all the while,
All it required
Was for me to stop thinking
To be the person I’ve pretended to be
Would be pretending to pretend
That I am no longer pretending
And that, with the end of my pretense,
We would become
What others are pretending to be,
And that which we pretended didn’t matter.
While all the while
Our pretense was more real than
We were or could ever be.
To hear you say the words that you’ve been saying-
That you have all the while been saying-
Would be to hear all the words
I’ve been hearing
Even when you haven’t been saying them.
Because all the while
I knew I required you
And all the while you lied
And I was thinking,
‘Isn’t it fun to pretend?’
Ever AfterThis path somehow seems familiar
Have I been here before?
I followed the bread crumbs – turned mold
Down a yellow brick road
Where are you taking me?
Around turns and bends
Under branches and over roots
Careful not to fall –
For the truth…
I Quit...!I'm hurting...AgainYou hurt me again!When will this end?Why did it begin?What can I doTo avoid hurting again?
I thought you were goodI thought you were pureBut you're more like Muddy water That settles & deceives.You are a liarAnd you play your role to perfectionEvery step, every wordIs careful deception.
You don't belong in my worldYou only pretended to belongAnd you were so well blended I almost didn't realize how wrongYou were for me...
By then,It was too late. You had dug your claws inAnd, save for the jaws of life,I don't think I'll ever be freeYour talons may even linger with mePost Separation Pain...I can't erase you off the face of this EarthBut I'll still try to erase your face.
You hurt me for long enoughAnd I thought I had deserved it somehowThat I had doneOr not doneSomething to earn your disgustBut what have I doneThat was so utterly wrong?
I shouldn't have to make excuses for your truthI shouldn't have to get used to your abuseYou
ToolYou are a tool
This is not to say that all men are tools
But the way you have allowed yourself to be used
I can call you nothing more fitting
Than a tool.
You have made yourself
The Knife, stabbing me in the back.
And the flame
Searing away my very last nerve,
Your words weren’t your own
But they came from your mouth.
The arrow did not come from your quiver
But was still shot
Sure and true
From your bow…
You have been a tool
Time and time again
And I have tried to save you
But you would rather hammer
The nails into my coffin
Than build your esteem…
You could have been the needle
With that stitch, just in time
But you chose to be the scissors
Cutting my life line.
You are a tool.
Had you been aware of what you were doing
I may have thought differently of you
But instead of being the man behind,
You were the gun.
This may not have been
The way you started out
But it’s who you’ve become –
I mean, ‘what’ you’ve become
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...
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
On Breaking Apart Your Dreams For a GuyTwelve months ago, we swapped rumors about
the hottest bad boys; counted the number of freckles Tanya,
the Queen Bee of Beverly High, didn't cover with her polka-dot skirt;
and discovered our favorite song on a blog we both wished
we owned. "What do you think we'll be doing this time next year?"
I asked over peanut butter cookies from a bag
and a commercial break between late night movies.
You giggled, pondering, and said, "Hanging out in our dorm room.
You'll be snuggled up to the flavor of the month--
a basketball player, no doubt, or a starving artist--
and I'll be green with jealousy, like always."
When Dirty Dancing came back on, we rocked along,
shag carpet burning streaks across bare feet.
This morning, listening to my roommate sing with the radio--
some country ballad you'd never approve of--
I remember your laugh and the dark, curling fingers of hair
at the nape of yo
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