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Facing ForwardThey don't know who I am
They don't know what I've gone through
And even when it hurts
And even when there is pain
Survive the same
Their words may sting
Their laughter may
But there's no way
I'm going to let
Life pass me by
And people may talk
And they might judge
But it's who I am
Who I was meant to be
Could ever take that away
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart out
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
Chills Skeleton fingers
unusedEmotionI was an unused emotion
A little while ago
It was a bit lonely
All the other emotions
As they were used more
But now I can see
That they must
Have had some sort of
I became a used emotion
Now I am a
Now I am a
VoidThere's a word for what I'm feeling
I could be poetic
I could be romantic
I could be dramatic
But I won't
Because this sort of feeling doesn't deserve fancy words
It deserves hard, merciless thoughts
Feelings, opinions, emotions that would make you scream
I look around and I see blurs and blurs
Colors swirling about
I hear noises that eventually dim to a low background hum
Everything is unfocused
The exit sign
I stare at it
I feel nothing
I just look at it
While everything around me breathes with life
Bolder and bolder it taunts me
Escape it says, escape
But I can't bring myself to move my feet
I can't bring myself to run away
I'm not ready to face the world
I'm not strong enough to leave it
There's a word for what I'm feeling
It's invisible, but I can hear the ticking of the clock
It's impossible, but I can feel it down my spine
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
When oh when, will sleep be mine?
Wrap me up with cloaked mystery
Startling adventure, seducing madness, honeyed romance
Embrace me with your dreams
Nightmares attack with all your might
Brutally vicious and frightfully mean
Full of fear and thrills
Embrace the dark, no defense, no fight
Oh woe is me, just let my eyes close
Let me be seduced by the Underworld
Sucked into the black, black night
Just let my eyes close
Sleep overcome me
Old friend, visit for tea
Shake my hand and kiss me
With your stealthy lips filled with forever
Like Sleeping Beauty let me lie
Unmoving and painfully dead
A tragic romance, let me die
On a soft pillow, let me lay my head
But alas and woe
My pleas remain unheard
Advil PM, down they go
Now to bed I go, shhh not another word
I'm so sorryInelegant clanking
Shiver inducing cold
Unbreakable, not of metal
But of memories
Trap my heart
With your poison smiles
My acidic heart
Your burning eyes
I broke those chains
I broke those chains
I broke them
And the only thing left of them
Are crystallized fragments of
I'm so sorry
Trust me.Are you okay?
Ahah. Yes I am. I'm just tired.
Tired of? Come on, talk to me.
Sigh. You don't want to know.
Yes, yes I do. I care about you. What's the problem?
Trust me. You don't want to know.
Fine. I drag it again and again everyday on my back.
It attacks me,
Sometimes once a month,
Sometimes once in a week,
Sometimes once a day.
It ushers me,
To be braver than I am,
To do more than I possibly ever could.
And I'm okay with that, sometimes, even glad.
I feed it, I tend to it, I nurture "it's" ways, and give in all the time.
It requires too much of me, for the only way to feed it is through my blood and tears, for that is what it requires to bloom. The worst part of it I hear you ask?
I don't even try to stop it.
You see, It leaves these marks, these straight lines, about five tones darker than my actual skin colour, and they happen to love my ankles.
What? What are you trying to tell me?
What the hell do you think?
Monday Night Sabotagei've seen the vowels and
consonants battle upon your tongue,
a tongue-tied smile i kissed for
breakfast every 10'o clock weekday.
i've seen you regurgitate my love
onto Monday night prostitutes,
those splintered, bloody lips
smearing disease all over my
and your investigative eyes,
cooking my innocence until
you tasted adultery, but
i wanted to see the
continents come together again,
so that you have no where
I want you breathless by the time i find you.
WistfullyI want to make love
To your thoughts
I want to caress your secrets
Like what they are
Under our covers
With unlimited tenderness
And a touch of shame
I want to reach down your throat
And pull out your desires,
String them along
One by one
Until I can hold them in my hands
And admire their shine
I want to crush your dreams
Under the certainty of the future
And so deeply
They turn into diamonds
And when you speak your words
I can admire the facets we cut together
I want to know you intimately
In ways not spoken of
Outside of a poet's dream
And to sleep inside them
Until I sleep in your arms.
Paper LimbsThe compliance of paper limbs
led her here.
Plunged into a sea in the sky;
painted in ink blots of possibility
but stained with the tears
of a paper crane.
A sliver of lilac moon
burned scars into hazy eyes.
Counting coloured lines
on a backdrop of failed love affairs;
Watching bleeding dawns
and the birth of stars
through a pane of tissue paper
Seeking nothing but the thrill
of cheating fate,
ignoring plans laid out by gods
who fly on silk wings;
Resisting the simplicity
and full stops.
Her world is a road map
marked in crimson stars
and drawn in dotted lines
that lead to something—
But she'll walk there
on paper limbs.
Jenga Is a Dangerous Game
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
Sad is such a small word.Sad
a small word.
Pedants try to
expand it. To
with crammed letters; lugubrious,
a small word.
could slip it
in your pocket.
could slip me
in your pocket too,
Whispered Lullaby Whispered Lullaby
Beacon of the night
You wrap me in your embrace
Caressing my ears with your voice
Recalling distant memories....
Echoing words I don't remember
I close my eyes to the dark
And fall into your melody.....
The song enchanting
Playing with my heartstrings
Ensnaring my senses
Leave me breathless......
Breaking into dawn
Cloaking me in rapture
You place a kiss on my brow
Ending your symphony.......
.....Leaving behind only the silence....
[untitled 2]you always look to words for
some way to get out what you cannot but
you become too bottled up for words to fit
and too incoherent
and you just
what to do
(then highlight all, delete)
TogetherWe will be together.
I can hear your laughter,
like music chimes on the wind.
And your smile is radiance,
like the sun it warms me.
Your touch is soft and gentle,
fingers brush tears from my cheek.
And I taste your lips against mine,
sweeter than any chocolate.
But you become ash in my mouth,
and slip through my fingers like sand.
For you are a hope and a dream,
a lie my mind made and my heart believes.
Are you real or just a phantom,
a simple figment of my rumination?
Do you stare at the same stars in longing,
or are you like the void that separates them?
My heart says that you too are waiting,
for what cradles you in imagination.
We will be together.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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