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BulletproofI’d like to think that I am
But the truth is,
I’m simply a glass
For different reasons altogether.
The Season Before The SnowBillowing
through the curtains, the wind tried to whisper to her. Secrets she
needed to hear, secrets that scared her. She turned her head away, and
the whispers feel on deaf ears. Vengeance - the chilling fingers
grasped her skin, to the bone she shivered. Fear creeping in through
every pore, stealing her bravado, steeling her blood.
She turned back to see the spirits mocking her false courage, enticing her with
the secrets she longed to fear. Amber spells at their fingertips and
shriveled curses at their command - theirs was the season of curses,
the season of death.
Before this, before tonight she was someone else.
Never had the thought crossed her mind that this season could be
anything but pain. But everything changed the night she saw him. In the
cluster of fall spirits - everything changed the moment she began to
listen. She had never given any thought to the season before the
Burn OutSometimes I think you’re like a hot coal
If I try to remove you from my life
I get burned,
And if I try to cover you up,
You just burn a deeper hole into my heart.
I can’t walk away with these scars.
You don’t have to take care of the flames
But will you at least sweep away the ashes?
"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
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
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Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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