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I Love You SoI love you so
And it's sad you know
But what makes things worse
Is I'm trapped and cursed
Because you can't see
Things the same as me
And while you disappear
I'll still be right here
My head against the door
Always wanting more
After you've moved on
Because you were strong
You turned the lock
And the key's been forgot
Yet I'm handcuffed here
Because I lived in fear
And now I have to watch
You go run off
With some other girl
Though you're my whole world
upholsteryI hate insomnia. And I hate anxiety. I hate how they act as if I can control this, that if I try hard enough, I can eradicate this hell in an instant like it's controlled by some tangible button. I hate how they don't understand. They punish me for things that are out of my reach. I want to sleep but my body won't let me: it racks me with yawns yet refuses to keep me calm enough to slip away. My brain, that twisted little organ, keeps manufacturing scenarios that keep me awake; it mixes your voice with my fear and the shrill static of radio signals, the chemical burns of poorly developed photographs, schlopsing along in disturbed psychadelia. And all the while my heart pounds at the slightest mention of you, pulsing adrenaline through tender veins like Nirvana journeying through earbud wires. I crave your attention, for a taste of your narcolepsy so I can finally sooth this unbearable itch which keeps me from overcoming your obstacle. Constantly I find myself tugging at the stitching t
I am a RainbowI can be Red...
Angry and dangerous,
those emotions very contagious.
I can be Orange...
I can be so happy and alive,
it will catch you by surprise.
I can be Yellow...
A cheerful bundle of energy,
needing attention from you to me.
I can be Green...
So full of envy and greed,
emotions I do not need.
I can be Blue...
I have loyatly, faith, and trust,
give me those if you must.
I can be Indigo...
Depressed and tears rolling down my face,
wanting nothing more than a comforting embrace.
I can be Purple...
A confusing mystery,
I'll leave you guessing for my history.
I can be Pink...
Giving out gentle love,
my love being bigger than the stars above.
I can be White...
Innocent and pure of heart,
a little girl side I've had from the start.
I can be Silver...
Having soothing wisdom,
giving you a cl
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
You hold my heart in your hand you hold my hands you make me feel
tightly together completely safe
warmly packed secure always
and friendly and homely
don't let my hand go
back into dark
I love you
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
My IllnessMy invisible illness, you don’t see it at first
But 5 years ago I had an unquenchable thirst
I became quite tired and then stick thin
The hospital said there was a problem within
My body stopped working they don’t really know why
Now it’s all blood tests doctors and insulin supplies
The professionals and nurses are all very kind
But none of them understand how you’re confined
I know I should be grateful and others have it worse
But this is my life and this is my curse
I hope one day maybe they might find a cure
But there are no promises and they don’t know for sure
So each day I get up with extra things on my mind
An extra burden that the universe assigned
And although I get through it, it fills me with fear
That without my meds I wouldn’t be here
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
From me to youYou wonder and ask why I care
Why I always seem to be there
Try to downplay every trait
Your doubts I promise to abate
By the very end of my tale
If all else truly does fail
I hope to cast away the stranger
So you can see the true angel
You say people only admire your body
Don't listen to their words so bawdy
You have so much more to give than they know
Don't live in fear let your true colors show
Prove all those crude creatures wrong
Show them that you're indeed strong
You're so much more than a piece of meat
Rise above their harsh lies and deceit
Your talent to turn music into a lovely sound
Why you say it's nothing really I find to be profound
I'd love to sit there and just hear you play
A lovely thing I'd cherish every day
Your personality so kind and pleasing
Makes me heart feel like at times it's seizing
You're more than you make yourself out to be
And I hope that his will help you to see
Whenever we talk I cant help but smile
I haven't felt this great in a while
You might not re
It's unfairIt's unfair
It's wrong, disgusting, and just unacceptable! Why is each and everyone of the grand master got their chance to shine in each and every game while the first enemies of the game was left alone and been killed by the fake hero who's diagnosed with Anti-social personality disorder. It's unfair and unforgivable! Being use was a road kills, and horrible things and not being treated with respect like others. Let these species be part of the game and not being use as killing enemies, they have families, friends, hopes and dreams and they share the same pain as many other species in this world. Let these species be part of the game. Let the Goombas be part of the Mario games.
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
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