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Crimson LoveMy heart is broken, beaten and battered
Shattered like the most delicate of glass roses
It lies next to you in your bleak and desolate grave
The solemn hole you fell into when you took your final breath
Our life was sound, our love pure
Then we watched our walls come crashing down
As fate intervened in the form of reality
We heard the death clock's chilling chime
I'm left forlorn in this tragic world
I try to live but all in vain
It's not living without you
All that's left are my memories, my illusions, my delusions
The ominous blade, a reassuring friend in which I trust
Glistening with the tears I cry for what could have been
It slides so lovingly into the empty void of my once beating heart
An incredulous and overwhelming sense of relief
I lie in a pool of crimson love
Smiling as I fall from grace
Now we can be together forever
In the land of perpetual darkness
GoodbyeThe earth, she waits for many years
Through the bloodshed and the tears
She's seen the hate and poisoned things
Listens as the death card sings
Waiting for a certain day
A lonely path where flowers lay
Two paths will cross, eyes will lock
Time stands still on true love's clock
Hand in hand, they walk along
They face their fears, love keeps them strong
Finally, they stop and turn
Tears so loud, they streak and burn
A final kiss before they part
Rose red lips, a broken heart
The earth, she breathes an empty sigh
And watches as they say goodbye
Your Hand In MineThe meadow whispers a hushed sigh
Caressed by a gentle breeze dancing by
Blades of grass shiver then rest
Rise and fall like a dreamer's chest
The hum of crickets singing their song
A night of peace that won't last long
There we lay, alone with our love
Stars from heaven hang just above
Your lips so soft, brushing my skin
Its feathery touch makes my head spin
I look into your eyes, deep as the sea
You hold my gaze as you smile at me
The beauty of our love made us appear to shine
We'll always have each other, your hand in mine
Dark of NightDressed up in her Sunday best
The little girl leads in her guest
Shielded by the dark of night
She grasps the knife with fingers tight
Hidden in her heart so pure
A wicked force without a cure
She watches as her parents sleep
If they knew they could only weep
It doesn't take long, simply a flash
Her vigour increases with every slash
Not a sound had passed their lips
Before they board death’s eternal ships
Her body stained with crimson red
She leaves behind the ruined bed
One last stop before her end
Not a moment more has she to spend
The beloved child of only four
He’ll never see a summer more
The girl lurks in without a sound
Looks right into his eyes so round
Around his neck she’s placed the noose
Checks to see it isn't loose
He then begins to speak her name
Believing that it’s just a game
She hangs the rope above her head
Waits until the boy is dead
Finally, her strength is lost
She knows just what her deed has cost
With the bodies she creates a pyre
MoonlightThe moonlight drips silver onto her white and crimson body. Her still soft skin brushes my own rough arm, as I hold her lifeless form. The blood pools and stains the purity of her platinum locks, while her midnight dress soaks in even more as though it could restore her to former light and life. The only thing worse than the sorrow that wracked my entire being, was the knowledge that none of this was real.
It all started with the shadow. That mockery of an absence, a nothingness so intense I could feel its presence even when it was not in sight, even as I slept it watched me from the corner of the room. I believed it to be just my imagination, a paranoid spectacle that resulted from my overworked mind. You see, I recently went through a tragedy so deep, not one could feel my pain. The girl of my dreams, my reason for life and all that has ever been good, left me one night.
My entire life died under the starlit sky.
She fell with grace to her knees, so like an angel, with the knife stil
Winter KissMany solemn years ago
In midst of frost and powdered snow
Down curving path he walks his lonesome
In this chaste and still December
Deep within the shaded grove
Each singing bird a treasure trove
Behind a tree of elder years
Like faerie dust, a dainty whisper
Moves like summer, sings like rain
Maiden fair of midnight mane
Spinning 'round in blissful union
Upon his lips a winter kiss
Evergreen needles brush porcelain skin
Losing himself in her delicious sin
The shrieking wind then takes her leave
His lionheart skips beat to empty
Gentle crunch of fallen leaf
Hangs his head to hide his grief
Seasoned mind and homeward bound
In this chaste and still December
MesmerizingDo you find that weird?
I want to feel the pain
I want to see the blood
I want the scars
To remind me of my weakness
The time when I couldn't hold
I don't see
Why other look down on me
Just because I'm not
I feel no shame
In what I do
The tiny razor marks
Do you find that weird?
ForgottenThis crushing pain
This endless loss
This hope is vein
Your heart is frost
I love you so
Can't let you go
Can't breathe a word
Tears freely flow
Have you forgotten already
the love we shared?
Have you forgotten already
us, the perfect pair?
Do you even hear me
I'm bleeding inside,
bleeding myself out.
What's lost is lost
But I can't give up.
What's gone is gone
But I still love.
You won't remember
come a few years time
that you broke my heart
and that I tried to die
You won't remember
when all is done
those days of life,
when we still danced
in the sun.
Back to December
Back to December
Snow falls heavily, from the ashen grey sky
Guilt fill my soul...forcing my heart to lie
The feelings deep within me, you will never know
someone come and save me, from the pain of letting you go....
The days that seemed so warm..all lost in the blizzard's wail
how you stopped calling me at night, or sending me some-mail
you hurt me countless times....
never felt sorry for your crimes...
So tonight, lets end this
seal it off with one last kiss
The tears flow down...without...consent...
I HAVE LOVED YOU TO THIS VERY EXTENT!!!
For now as I watch you walk away
let me think of our most joyful days...
you caused me pain...
so I did the same...
In My ReflectionMesmerized by the silvery shine,
I stare into the mirror of mine.
A twisted reflection back at me,
Are all the people I'll never be.
Teasing me with their perfect faces,
Gnarled into each others embraces.
To them it must be so routine,
I reach out to touch the puzzling scene.
On the wall,
Will I ever be as good as them all?
Inhuman, Inadequate, Defective, Imperfect.
Never as good, I had to disconnect.
So isolated in this dark room,
Content, yet trapped, in my self-built tomb.
As I twist into a distressing shape,
I cry and I try to find an escape.
Haunted by people who click so naturally,
I realize this world will never acknowledge me.
I believe in youThis one is for the ones that cry,
This one is for the ones that are alone at night,
This one is for the ones that are too shy,
This one is for the ones that don't want to fight.
Bullying can break a teens life,
Bullying can tear up a heart,
Bullying can make you pick up a knife,
Bullying can make you wish you were never born from the start.
People can have a heart of cold ice,
People can fear their own life so much,
People aren't always that nice,
People can be afraid by just one touch.
A life can end so soon,
A life can start over again,
A life can go to the moon,
A life can have the worst pain.
Still I believe in a new start,
Still I believe in the new,
Still I believe in a healing heart,
And I still believe in you.
gold dust.his lips were soft,
so lovely and irresistible-
his kiss woke the day
and shattered the night,
tracing letters on my skin
and entwining his fingertips
in the auburn cascades
of my hair.
as he pressed himself
closer to me,
i couldn't help but
close my eyes and
blind myself to everything
but his gentle touch
and the feeling of
his body against mine.
gold dust fell where
our lips met,
marking the path behind us
and carrying us beyond-
turning our wounds to
the faint pink lines
of scar tissue:
memories we won't
The Broken ButterflyShe tries to fly
Can a butterfly
With broken wings
She raises them
Gazing with longing
At the stars
She tries again
Trying to lose ground
And searches for help
Her friends worry
They want her to fly
But how can a
Broken wings fly?
She'll open uo
If they promise not to go
She wants to fly
They want to help
She doesn't want to die
They want her to soar
The broken butterfly
On the wings
My friends gave me
Wings made of
Under the BladeI couldn't help it
It seems everyone is complete, content with someone else
I'm all alone out here
I don't have you
I'm starving and aching for you...
I could barely help it
Laying there on my bed, my arms shaking with grief
Legs convulsing and lungs struggling
Not to slip back under the blade again
I gripped the pillow
Tried to imagine what you looked like when I last saw you
Your voice deeper
Enough to make me flinch
I knew you were there
Looking for me
Smiling like you always would when I'd say something sweet to make you blush
I tried to wrap my hands in my blanket and
Breath in and out
It's lucky for you I'm so strong
Because yesterday I managed
And I didn't slip under the blade
My Thoughts Are A StormThe scars you bear I wish I could
Die for, only the best do I want
For you, to be happy, the fault is
Mine own which tore us apart
Some days I was screaming inside
Yet I found complete happiness
With you, when you told me my
Apology was not accepted, it was
Like hearing news of an intimate
Suicide, your hate filled mind
Killed me inside, my thoughts
Are a storm, raging memories
Of every fight, every flaw fighting
For attention, yet the savage longing
To fall once more into you comforting
Arms, but who would I be if I
Allowed myself to go back?
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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