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old memories of youdigging up old memories of you
swimming, overwhelming, drowning in blue
a nonexistent symphony
such a meaningful melody
cut short by the slice of reality
scissors sharp, their clarity
your signature etched on the scar
jagged where it broke my heart
for what this horrid, fake charade
clings so dearly to the space
where clear love had once vacated
but now this love has grown outdated
a dying soul from your embers wake
newly refined from her mistakes
a dagger impaling fate's fair wound
now sings a much different tune
prevent repeating history
no newheart stolen away from me
protect with all the power you yield
for one lost life on the battlefield
burying these old memories of you
conceal the pain they put you through
and though they'll never know of your pain
the same monster shant be slain
TrichCalloused fingers pull at hair
The tingle fueling further
Your mind won't listen, your brain won't work
Your fingers quake trying to fight the crave
The roots of your hair tingling, begging for more
Like a drug, it pulls you in
Lures you close and traps you
It feels so good to let it out
But the result is less than satisfying
Reflecting back at you, a damaged face
Pieces, strands, locks missing
Fill in the gaps upon your face
Keep your addiction hidden
The shameful ways of those cursed
The trich, it grows, it itches
The constant circle of crave, pleasure, doubt
An endless cycle never breaking
Like a smoker you inhale the satisfaction
Of pulling, tugging, gripping
Retrain your brain, reteach the ways
You try anything and everything
For to be free from the shackled reform
Of such an addiction, such sweet, far-gone goal
Don't surrender to the trich
That's When We Felt Love for the First TimeWinter days when I'd sit alone outside
Doodling the snowflakes that fell on my head
Mumbling the words to some forgotten song
But I never thought you'd come and sing along
You knocked me off my feet when you tiptoed in
Took my hand and lifted me up in the wind
Showed me the outside world I'd never known before
From London to Paris, you opened the door
Snowball fights and snowmen with your good looks
Skate across the ice and walk along avenues
You let me in to see what you had inside
Told me of your life and your sacrifice
Then I pulled you into a hug and that's when we felt love
For the first time
We played pranks throughout my neighborhood
Sneaking around like ghosts in the night's shade
Then we sat and we talked for hours on end
And you called me a snowflake which I thought was ironic
Stumbling over my words, telling you I was falling for you
Then you admitted that you were falling for me, too
I pulled you in and pressed your lips against mine
And that's when we felt love
For the fir
FOURRake in all your time you've spent
Inside you wish you knew how to handle it
Something stirs within your soul
Ended silence when the last light grows
Beneath your tomboyish facade
Reach out in hopes she'll understand
Anything but this one last resort
Veering into misery
Ending fights when fate transforms
Take a deep breath before you fall
Another step and then risk it all
Nothing will ever be the same
Grope your way into the unknown
Lanterns calling you back home
Ending it all with one swipe of a blade
Deep breath as the crown is returned to it's place
Driving forward against the breeze
Riding fast along the wind
Another step away from what you want
Giving it all up for what's right
Onward we'll fly 'til our last breath
Nights in the sky on the back of our enemies
Something changes and the tables will turn
Just one little taste of what it's like to be seen
As everyone passes through me
Couldn't I just know my purpose?
Keeping sane is a task I can't feat
Marching on into the black abyss
Fan-xietyThis tightening feeling inside my chest
This racing heart won't quit it
This newfound love for a new fiction
Driving my sanity to the sky with it
My hands, they shake
My knees, they tremble
All while my breathing speeds
I try everything to clear my mind
Though everything it seems to feed
And while this new fan-session rings
I can't even think like myself
A new obsession taking over me
A new fandom upon the shelf
That Doesn't Mean I'm in Love, Does It?Did you know that every time I see your face, I pretty much malfunction? My heart is a racecar, my mind turns to Jell-O, my stomach turns into a butterfly zoo, my hands and feet turn into pin cushions, my knees knock together like perpendicular pendulums, and my lungs forget how to function. That doesn't mean I'm in love, does it?
Not Perfect.Don't think as perfect
I'll never BE perfect; no matter how smooth or how brightly colored
my artistic works are.
I'm blunt and I'll be blunt but only to protect my friends and tell them
the sharp, blunt edged truth.
We all grow at different rates and each has our own taste and talent;
however there are those of us that must stand and point out the mistakes.
Not to hurt, No. Although the words of truth will hurt, those words of pure bluntness
and criticism are only there to serve as a gentle, yet harsh, reminder of growth and
change that we all must and have to go through.
I'm blunt, opinionated and cruel at times, and it honestly take time for me to fess up to
If I said sorry for anything that I did and said then what growth and change would occur?
But as for damaging friendships and relations, THAT I will apologize for.
Wallflowersthe tulips spread around walls
way too high for the leaves to climb
and way too far for them to fall
try as they may, blind
by that someone that they love,
love whispered by leaves in bloom,
all too quiet to be heard above,
regret and guilt falls on them soon,
the leaves dig roots into the concrete,
hoping for the sustenance that cannot be found,
something that will make them feel complete,
but no beauty or pleasantness lives under the ground,
and this is the cycle of the wallflower,
standing alone throughout all these hours,
hoping for someone to save them, like you,
and then you hang out and do things you like to
do, hoping they'll love
you, flying above what is
true, crying for someone like
you, moping about what they can't
The leaves begin to pull away from the stem,
attempting to blossom into something gracious,
quelled into the mindset to be like them,
to feel confident and free and tenacious,
thoughts like this pick them to the bone,
does he love me not, or does he love me s
LonelyL - "Leave me alone." Don't leave me.
O - "Only me is okay." I don't want to be only me.
N - "Never mind me." Please mind me.
E - "Everything is fine." Nothing is fine.
L - "Love is not my thing." I want to be loved.
Y - "You don't need to stay." Please stay.
L - "Let your heart be free." If I could I would.
O - "Once you get to know them…" It doesn't work like that!
N - "Nothing's wrong with you." So why do I feel so empty?
E - "Everyone likes you." How would you know?
L - "Life has so much in store for you." Don't make promises you can't keep.
Y - "You are perfect just the way you are." Then why am I like this?
L - lying?
O - oh no!
N - needing?
E - exactly!
L - lonely?
Y - yes!
SmotheredI awake with the feeling...
it creeps inside my dreams
turns them into my screams
These cities, these houses
the people that surround me
turn me against myself
That feeling that wrenches the soul
Burning me away piece by piece
My mental state remains a charred husk
Its stuck inside me
My emotions quiver at the touch
because I awoke with the feeling
This is a poem inspired by PoeWe were one and few
You protected me, as i protected you
but now im here on the bed near death
you hold my hand, telling me to save my breath
Here's to you my final words and verse:
"My love, I'm sorry, i can no longer stay
as you can hear, my breath is fading away
The reaper shows me its hourglass
I look back on my past, and see my regrets
It's too late though, I entered the valley of eternal rest"
Christmas ListA Christmas list in clear black ink, formed neatly on the page
Much like the one you wrote last year, after all not much has changed
Dear Mr Santa Sir, this is a slightly odd request
Because you see my letter is different from the rest
Most children ask for a puppy or the new toy on TV
But what I ask for is a little different, read on and you’ll see
What I want for Christmas is a home where there’s no tears
A place of joy and happiness, to forget the misfortune of the year
A time for celebration, with my father and my mother
A Christmas worth remembering, not like all the others
Dear Mr Santa Sir can you make my wish come true?
If I promise to be good and leave out some snacks for you
I promise that I’ll go to sleep, I won’t wait up at night
Then will it be Christmas when I see the morning light?
Dear Mr Santa Sir I guess what I’m trying to say
If you’re so magic like they tell me, can you make the sadness go away?
Why can’t we live together, w
a fist through glass
a foot to the ribs
the demons take dibs
on who will make me
Right and WrongThis is why we must grow up:
Our minds are getting more polluted with the thoughts of sex, lust, greed, ambition, and
more of what we truly desire.
However, like all things do, these four things come with a price.
Lust gives way to obsession, Sex gives way to unwanted drama or pregnancy, Greed...gives
way to losing everything, and ambition...gives way to pure madness, strength and desire
to become stronger or to have what we want the most.
All of us, has a choice to make, right and wrong, pure and evil, madness and insanity.
Which of these will be the choice you make?
It will not be like this foreverI'm in cage of my own flesh and bone
In those hateful and cruel lands,
Living life as outcast, all alone,
Almost hopeless to find real friends.
You can play any horrible trick,
You can make up ridiculous names,
I am always the one who is weak,
Who is hurt by those mocking blames.
Oh, who knows for how long this will last?
I don't hang my head, however:
I will not be some sort of outcast,
It will not be like this forever.
I will wake up in early morning,
Everything will become so normal,
That will finish my endless mourning,
I'll be grateful as it will be eternal.
Cycle of a Broken HeartDusk welcomes the burial of my perfectly good heart
Shattered without even the chance for love to start
For the one single soul it yearned for most
Didn't notice and claimed a new host
Midnight stars console my depress'ed soul
Keeled over, teary-eyed, in it's giant hole
Wishing that I was the one he chose
To have and to hold, his delicate rose
Morning sunrise welcomes a new beau
The cushion to fall back on which softens the blow
He is the refuge I take comfort in
Though not as passionate as that first sin
Afternoon cycles such indecision
Which do I stay with, who I love within?
The one who has already been stolen
Or the one who I have started to console in?
The dusk once again returns with it's sorrow
The sun asleep before the come of tomorrow
And so the cycle endlessly courses
Until I, too, am buried beneath with the corpses
Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
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