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ControledThis mad world of mine has decided to control my mind
I say and do things not of myself
Tired of the strife and everything else
Love withers and dies a harsh death
I love you with my last breath
Be you my mother my brother or my friend
Just live in peace till the end
Because this mad world of mine
Controls this mind of withered dreams
And false realities and won't
Let me rest in peace
She IsShe is a deception. A prophet of false reality. She is a doomer, One who has two faces. She is a whore, Who never wants her kids. She is a liar, One that has all the cards. She is a bitch, One who needs death. She is my sister. I shall never speak to her again.
Dark OneMy Dark One is here, drying the tears this world of pain has left on my face.
My Dark One is here, carrying me away from the abyss I seek.
My Dark One is here, calming the fears the tormenters give.
My Dark One is here, saving me from my self again.
My Dark One is here, caring for me like no other.
My Dark One is here reforming the soul once thought broken and gone.
My Dark One is here, to keep from death with his own twisted love.
My Dark One is here, I'm safe now.
Pretty dream butterflypretty butterfly up high
pretty colors way up high
calming dreams aye
little one's sleep
in peaceful draughts
never doubting nor pouting
the pretty dream butterfly
flies through thier dreams
and calms them aye
pretty dream butterfly
way up high
calming their deams
worldpain is all i know even after all the joy somedays
i wish i was away from this mis understood world
because then i would be able to understand why
this world treats it's self like it does but i know
that will never happen and for that i know is
rong because we should treat eachother like brothers
and sisters instead of lower and upper class citizens
with no middle people because maybe then the world
will be well again instead of the sickness that is now here.
Hurthe hurt me more then words can say
he said he loved me then pushed me away
so fragile are my emotions
that i wanted to die and i do but i can't for it
will hurt him and others i know i am not allowed to
see him and that i was not allowed to hear him
but why do i care am i doomed to repeat all but again
he hurt me more then words can say
he said he loved me then pushed me away
so fragile are my emotoins
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
jackal grinMy orange peel
lips split: the beams
a deck of cards
nana’s worn porch,
and fingers weaving
through grass blades
when the light is
soft and warm.
(have you f
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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