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The Lonely SoulA lonely soul,
Left to rot.
It starts to die,
After it fought.
It broke in two,
Then to four.
It was left scattered,
All over the floor.
It finds another soul,
It thought it was happy.
Until it realized,
The soul wasn't with it.
To this day,
It hopes and prays.
That sometime soon,
The souls will come together...and stay.
breathe softly for memy dreams of you are saturated,
as briefly, hotly alive as flame.
i want to explore your sweet hand
trail lightly over your knuckles and down to the very tips of your fingers,
travel the lines in your palm like crooked country roads.
i want to put my face in the warm secret of your neck
run my hands over every juncture of your body
the in-and-out of your waist’s curvature,
the cord of tendon in the crook of your knee.
i want to kiss the innermost part of your thigh
the tender skin taut over the pelvic bone
press my lips there
and murmur with my eyes shut that
oh god, i love you.
Let Me KnowI can’t tell if this is love or inspiration
or the songbird’s melody fresh in my ears,
woven into my heart.
My heart is like a woven basket:
each treasure stowed carefully;
but no basket is fool-proof.
That’s why this feeling can’t be identified-
my basket is bursting at the seams,
and it’s getting a little too heavy to carry.
I need someone to share these treasures with,
Yet I fear this is
So help me.
Let me know if this is love or inspiration
or the songbird at my window.
Let me know this is love
and ground me
because I am a helium balloon
with a big fat smile ac
2.05from ashes you rose,
and to ashes you will return,
skin ripped from muscle
and muscle from bone
i will watch you burn
and laugh as your fingernails,
still red with my blood
melt into your skin
yes, i will burn with you
but at least this fire knows
no other woman's touch
and at least death
tells no lies
My lost taleI watch
He’s the reason why
He hurt me
relicsi shouldn't need reminders that you exist
littered chocolate wrappers
the dull warmth of library seats
stray threads from your skirt
incomprehensible scraps of study notes
your name on the notice board
and effusive laughs from other rooms
make me quite warm inside
NevrozaÎnchide-mi ochii și fă-mă să cred că ești adevărat
Întunericul nu încuie lacăte pentru totdeauna
Lacul de unghii nu vopsește și inimi
Ce e cald rămâne roșu
Albastrul e pentru marțieni
Și pentru diminețile reci.
Nici zațul nu poate să-mi mai vadă viitorul
E crunt, e-amar
E un coșmar în cămașă de noapte la semafor
Așteaptă să se facă verde.
Dacă nu poți trăi fără iubire
Te voi ajuta să ți-o imaginezi.
falling in love on SkypeI first met you on Skype,
our conversation kept going from day to night.
Our hearts beat like a drum,
as we came together as one,
we confessed our love to each other,
as we fell in deep love for the first time.
Speechless from meeting each other,
we blushed as red as a cherries,
wishing that we were side by side.
But month later,
seeing each other one last tine,
you turned off your Skype,
and stepped out to the war.
my tears kept flowing a thousand time,
my heart shattered like broken glass,
as the rain poured, it cover my pain.
My once cherry cheeks are now stained with tears,
will they ever go away?
as everyday is a miserable day,
LoveAs darkness from the deep abyss
As a sweet angel's kiss
A dream, a fear, so far, so near
A desire, a need, so dim, so clear
One's daydream, one's love
One's hand, one's glove
A journey of a lifetime, capable of incredible feats
A fight eternal, to find the missing puzzle piece
Left HereLeft here,
Helpless and confused,
Sad and afraid,
You lent your hand out to me,
Your light touched my heart like never before,
Your grasp so tight,
That not even heaven or hell could pull me away from you,
Your light touched my heart brighter than the heavens themselves,
Brighter than the sun and stars itself,
You were able to pull me from the bottomless pit of hell,
You were able to help me through thick and thin,
You saved me from going the wrong way,
You saved me from the darkness that was almost my grave,
You guided me into the light,
Showed me what was right,
You saved me from ever having the chance of being lonely again,
My heart throbs as you draw close
Blood roars through my body
I feel butterflies flutter inside
My breathing picks up
I feel slight panic
I never know what to do
I smile back
You close your eyes
Lean toward me
My butterflies tickle more rapidly
I lean down to meet you
Our lips meet
I wrap my arms around you
And sink into bliss
See me insideI would tell you how I feel
If the courage I had was real
I should tell you but
I keep my feelings locked in a ceel
Every time I have you in my Grasps
I let you go
Scared of what will happen
Scared of what you can know
Only if you could look inside
What's on my mind
The feelings I hide
You want me?I want your loving embrace
It took me a lot to know this is the case
I don't want my love to go to waste
And be left alone with a bitter taste
I feel your passionate words surround me
Slowly but surely they fill me with glee
I want to do the same for you
It's something I have to wait to do
Be careful, my father can be mean
And I can't date till I'm 16
You sit the and patiently wait
You desperately want to be my mate
Sometimes love seems too scary
You act like I'm the one you'll marry
If I concetrate, your almost there
Is it bad I want to hide that I care?
If so I apologize
I find it hard to be wise
I love you
Yes I do
One of the only things i
Desperate DisbeliefTell me everything i see is a lie
Tell me the feelings you had for me didn't die
Tell me everything we had wasn't a test
Tell me so i won't be such a mess
I can't help to see, i can't help to hear
That some of my memories are now a painful fear
A fear that will haunt me for the rest of my years
A fear that will take what's left of my tears
I wish you'd come back, back when it was new
Back to the past where our love is true
But the past is forgotten, it can't be saved
My Heart is dead, i refused first-aid
still i remember the good times we had
the laughs we shared, now it makes me sad
I would still do anything to make this real
I would wait fo
The TurnHe smiled.
A tantalizing mix of
AXE cologne and Adidas deo, and I adored him.
Thought the sun rose and fell with him,
every breath he took, I sought
to shelter him and to praise him
from the negativity that was going around.
I buoyed him up
but it was too much.
Once atop a mountain, he held me close
and sheltered me from
the icy glares of teenage girls
prone to jealousy-
I think that was the time
he was in love with me. Only,
I was too caught up in the sweet kisses of
another boy who ignited lust within my
too ready teenage body.
He wanted my mind,
and I was afraid.
Still, he held me. Despite my fears.
Freudian slips brou
Papa love MamaI cannot be
my mother's daughter-
it is far too hard and much too much
like a cooker
and I am bursting to break free
and almost like Mt. Vesuvius
behind barbed words spewing fourth
and liquid hate burning holes
into silicone hearts.
Does she even care
how much I'm hurting inside?
Papa cheated Mama's youth.
I've been cleaning up the pieces
for far too long now
Ocean's too big, tears are forbidden;
you don't cry over a man, luv.
I cannot be my mother's daughter
but I'm afraid
I've become exactly like her.
God save me
I do not want to end up
making other people miserable.
Other WomanI'm losing him.
I don't want to. I want to hold on
to the warmth of his embrace
and the feeling of his
lips upon my hair; soft whispers
when he thinks I'm not listening
and the promises of the world
once underneath a Manhattan skyline.
I want the boy who chased after me
threatening tickles as I
jumped into his rock solid arms
cradling me gently against his skin, holding me
like I'm all kinds of porcelain, and not
the man who is breaking me
into every piece of pathetic.
I'm losing him.
Then the quiet voice calls out
and yells maybe I never had him before
and he's stringing me along, telling me
to wait, but how can I when
Youth Can't be Helped?I cannot help it-
the arrogance seeping through every movement
deliberate in their attempt to
disarm with teasing smiles
and too wide "innocent eyes" quick
to shoot scathing glances to men
years older than me.
I cannot help it
even though my heart beats the thump-thump of
disrespect and my soul aches with quiet guilt;
I cannot bring myself to pay attention
to teachers who know nothing,
even if they quiver from age and look so
pathetic and lost.
Still, youth is arrogant, but can youth
really be forgiven?
Jack, You're Deadburning under the intensity
of my college mind
mother burns another pot of water.
the thrills of his voice echoes
through my soul as
the longing cries out
he sings wah-la-la
to my high soprano riffs
perfect in the length we twine together;
he cuts away the crusts off my bread.
Mother told me once to keep the boy
because the man will only break me.
What now, Charlie BrownI am cartoon in colour with a tendency to
tune out adults into mrowp mrowp mrowp
words falling onto deaf ears.
Us Chinese, we have them words by Confucius designed
to confuse with their irony and one such statement
declares that love can be cultivated
like the sha-la-la of Chemistry.
Core's aching and achy, he is grey in shades of pink
and too loud indie rock blasting soul into my tired drums.
Daring Beautiful into several layers
condensed into glances specially shot to leave
the other breaking for more we are
too alike but too apart and removed.
Today, he slung his arms across my heart
and my skin burned in that familiar fashio
what unfinished meansi will paint you with a smile.
may memories be
in saccharine sweetness
that young love
it's a bit unfair,
this bitterness that wages
a war between my senses
for what's meant
and what's not.
i will paint you with a smile
in the memories that devour
the loss i feel so keenly within
this heart that's beating slowly
you will write me when you want
and that is enough
because i am an unfinished concept,
an abstract work,
a grotesque example of
the bittersweet madness
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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