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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.
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.
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.
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.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
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,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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