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Second BestThe wind whispers' are such a sweet sound.
A gentle kiss that glides off arctic lips.
"Es wird in Ordnung Liebling sein."
Divert discernment towards damaged portions of enduring concrete.
Revoke sympathy, empathy, a childhood memory.
"Sarà il tesoro giusto."
Roses lay beneath the earth,
Scent the cobble that stills the air.
"Det vil være okelskling."
Envious glances represent beautifully.
Clenching anxiety as the sparrow sings.
"Het zal Ok lieveling zijn."
Happiness is a color-blind gift.
Yearning drops down the strongest.
Ich bin am zweitbesten.
Sono secondo migliore.
Jeg er andre best.
Ik ben tweede best.
I am second best.
Watch it End
Let me walk away,
Watch as my path starts to stray.
No longer reaching,
My throat is raw from preaching and beseeching.
Afraid of speaking,
I'll close my eyes and keep on running.
Days of crying,
Constantly stopping and waiting.
The adoration is stretching thin.
I supposed now it's sink or swim.
However in the end,
Everything we worked for-
Will simply, be abandoned.
Black claws of ink.
Marking the canvas of a withered mind; yet hypnotized in peril.
Addiction, preservatives to fill collapsing veins; but the needle is no longer sterile.
Moralistic failures are indefinite as they spin their sweet coos
Fought war with shrouding darkness; and a clear conscience; for the blood beneath its un-sound nails
Rustic fingers, curling, were crumpling as pristine bone penetrates the knuckle.
A tattered fabric coils itself amongst the rubble, weak knees begin to buckle.
Lay dormant, meaningless reflection of devils' infamy.
Shredding faith with laughter, the body was no longer a shelter, Lord and father-
The 'Im'Perfect Girlfriend.:The [Im]Perfect Girlfriend:.
-Hair down and curled, lip gloss on with eyeliner and a regal opposition.
Hair tossed up, no make-up, and watching a documentary about Religious oppression.
-Dolled up and sweet, hoping for the best and planning out what she's going to say. Innocence is her picture.
In sweats and a un-flattering shirt, not worried `bout shit. Her lost virginity a tragic puncture.
-Asks you about your day, makes you diner and indulges beside you with her body, so elegant and smooth.
Ignores issues and would burn down a house toasting bread, she showers alone, atelophobia a constant bruise.
-Athletic and charming, she wasn't neutered by reality, she still has pride to show.
Thrown and cursing points of life's blasphemy, neighbors hear her screams.
-Afraid to give herself to you, with her body that of our Heaven's mercy, Ready to take the fall.
Willing to expose the inner ache, give and take. Knowing a mistake
PlayedRemorse and Anger,
All other emotions they overlap and devour.
Ripping flesh shapes a smile of poisoned innocence,
Only the words "its okay" were my defense.
Feet beating down the fading grass, I wonder why it hurts.
Finally the beating heart begins to burst,
Goodbye is so simple when you scream,
But smiling is so difficult- When your tears are streaming.
A pawn in this game, but my heart stayed,
When I knew that overall a game was meant to be played.
I Remember and Forgive
The ache is fanatical.
The priceless facial expression,
Makes it hard to breath,
She's looking right at me.
I know you're worth it,
But should I regret the hurt of this?
How I can never be perfect,
When I crave every part of it!
Why does this heart cry?
These tremulous hands try to hide,
Any insecurity inside,
No longer felt with human feeling.
No one is really there,
With a hand outstretched,
Full of regret!
The mind yearns to forget,
Why I love you,
Yet I can't,
Live without someone like you.
Plead with my indecency,
To let you see,
How much this love affects me?
A question is within these tears,
Twisted and prolonged,
Throughout the years,
Will you still be here?
I would tell you,
"I love you"
If I could watch,
How your lips moved too.
So I'll write it for you,
Let Jesus whisper this,
As if it's porcelain,
I will always love you.
Free From Healing,
Does such a word even offer much meaning?
I'm pleading this won't be the feeling I ever come to know.
So much, does love resemble snow?
Angel from who I used to know,
How familiar was your face?
I'm begging this passion is one I should erase and learn.
Is the body an ache when it develops the concept of who to yearn?
So little, does rain compare to a rosary.
Wrinkled, or folded inside the basis of memory.
I'm wishing a wonder like this, will be mine to own.
The 'One' I Never Found
The 'One' I Never Found
And I cry.
I soar high,
And I roam the endless sky.
And I rest upon,
Holds my feet steady,
When I imagine you whispering to me!
The scarlet is creeping,
Into every part,
Of this fragile body-
Oh, the yearning.
My throat is burning,
You're the wind that keeps,
My wings roaring,
A never ending story!
I want to see,
How loud we can sing.
Out in this rain,
I think of you,
How I need,
Every inch of truth-
I never found you,
But I haven't stopped trying,
To reach you.
Forgive What's Left of Me
Shows all of,
Is full of previous and
Past fears I have yet
To watch disappear.
They rub and smear,
All the sneers and hold fast
Maybe the looks won't last?
Why can't I find the words?
I want to write with blood,
Would I be shunned?
The constant worry,
My world has gone blurry.
Everyone is rushing past in such a hurry.
It wasn't you,
It was this,
Messed of version
Of what I was supposed to be!
I can't make you happy-
Yet you love me.
If I bleed,
Will you cry over little worthless, me?
The screams will carry,
This body far from,
It's useless dream,
Ask Me To Write a PoemAsk me to write a poem
about kissing witches in my sleep.
Ask me to write a poem
about the bump on my middle finger
from forcing pen to paper.
Ask me to write a poem
about the discolored bruises on my knees
the poetry written in ink upon my flesh
the love in a foreign tongue on my wrist.
Ask me to write a poem
my possessive Siamese,
about my rose thorn teeth,
and the battle scars I wear like trophies.
Ask me to write a poem
about how my own words make me sick,
about how I swear I'll die by the pen.
Ask me to write a poem
about boys and peaches
and how I wish they tasted just as sweet,
about how I sanded away layer, after layer
after layerjust to see if I really bleed ink.
Ask me to write a poem.
For the Coming Death of MeSnap my neck
Or, snap me back
Show me the path
Tell me the truth
Cut my throat
Or, cut out all of the stories lies
Alice can only walk in her wonderland
Before reality over comes her
Stab me in the back
Or, scream your truths in my face
You are now the root
Of a new agonizing fear
Hang me to suffocate
Or, hang out the old photos and give me a reason
to stop and ponder, and wonder once more
The reason behind your actions
Overdose me till I can take no more
Before I choke on the words of the next lie
You planted the seeds of hate
Knowing full wll what you were doing
Let me "slip" and fall off this cliff
Before I fall back into my self destructive habits
The only thing that will truely silence
Silence the voices this new pain has created
Bleed me out
Until your words are written in my blood
Maybe that will make the meaning clear
As I lay in a haze on the floor
Crack my skull
Let the nightmares pour out
See that you are the only thought I have
The center of my panic
But, what ever you do
A Happy EndingA stranger walked by a crying little girl,
Tear and blood stains on her sleeves
He asked, "Darling are you okay?" She nodded.
He took her heart and then took leave.
A small boy crossed the little girl,
Mascara crawling down her face,
He asked how she was and she sighed, "Fine."
He grabbed her toys and left with no trace.
A lonely mother glanced at the girl,
Bleeding out in the middle of the street.
She asked her nothing, too weighed down with grief,
And stole the shoes off the young girl's feet.
The girl's soul mate was crawling by,
Bleeding, in pain, with a fever hot.
When the girl lied and said she was okay,
He kissed her and whispered, "No you're not."
I Am HumanI have feelings too.
Your words break me,
They cut through my spirit,
Like a hot knife through butter.
They crush my self worth,
And bruise my being,
To a crumpled mess.
This smile you see,
It just to cover up,
The true pain I'm feeling.
You don't live my life,
So you are not aware,
Of the hell that I have to deal with.
I have feelings,
And they can be hurt,
Just as easily as yours.
Let's make you the awkward kid,
Who's constantly being ridiculed,
For everything they are.
Let's see how you like it.
She mattersShe unloaded her pistol and untied her noose
She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too
She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin
She lifted her head up, ready to start again
She descended her heart to me like an angel from above
After holding on to life, she finally found love
Something changed inside her and she decided to live
She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give
She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face
Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place
She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be
Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me
How Long is Forever?Gerard walked the dark alleyway with his long-time boyfriend Billie. They had just finished a dinner-movie date and were heading back to their apartment in Manhattan. Along the way, one would stop the other with a gentle kiss. Then they would continue on their way home. They had been together since high school. Billie had known he was bisexual since he was a freshman, but Gerard didn't know until he had met Billie their junior year. And just last year, when Billie had asked Gerard to move in with him, Gerard had known that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Billie, but he wasn't sure Billie felt the same.
Billie stopped Gerard again to kiss him gently on the lips, but, instead of pulling away and walking ahead, Billie reached into his front pocket, pulled out something which he quickly hid behind his back, and got down on one knee.
"Gerard, we've been together since junior year, but I knew the minute I saw you for the first time freshman year that I want
A Good Place To DieRain skittered and popped across the battered window. The trees and foliage bowed respectfully before the lull of the wind, letting it caress the fragile house the window belonged to before blowing past it. The air was cool and soft, tangling with the rain as it dropped on the house with a sweet rhythm.
Inside the house, a face peeked from underneath a hood and a bed sheet it had been hiding under. Pale blue eyes gazed on the scene outside with serene curiosity. The eyes belonged to a boy, barely 17 and already dying. He had left his home behind to find a quiet place to die, not one filled with drugs, abuse, and hate. He struggled to find a place to stay before he found the house, as broken down and abandoned as he was.
The insects and birds played a bittersweet dirge.
The flowers wept.
The trees bowed.
The rain sang his eulogy.
He knew he'd found a good place to die.
And so, as he watched how the rain ran down the plants outside his window, how each drop gave itself to the plant silen
Imaginary LiesEveryone is so pre-occupied with being skinny
But what about your soul?
There will be no more room for it when you're
only skin and bone
And everyone is so pre-occupied with being beautiful
But you already are
So what are you changing for?
Everyone is always fighting to be perfect
Well, too bad
Because no one is perfect
But that's just what makes you so damn beautiful
Because no one has the same blemish on their face
On the same spot
No one was born with the same freckled constellations
No one else's skin folds,
Creases, or stretches
In quite the same way as yours does
And no one else's bones protrude,
Curve, or wrap
In quite the same way as yours do
They say the heart is deceiving
But the eyes are the only ones
Capable of telling a lie
Alchemists of The State-Pt1
"Edward...Just hold on okay!" Winry shouted pulling him over her back,Ignoring the cries of the creature behind them,
"Alphonse...Im sorry..." Ed muttered weakly slumping his head over Winry's shoulder,blood spewing from the side of his mouth,leg and arm,ignoring it Winry pulled him up the stairs out of his home "Just hang on Ed!" She begged struggling the carry him,his blood dropping on the floor,
Running thourgh the rain Winry finally made it to the nearest hospital,falling over on the doorstep to her knees still tring to hold Ed on her back,A nearby doctor caught a glimpse of them both from the window and imeadtly rushed out
"Please...help him..." She begged "He's going to die if you dont.." Winry said panting heavily completely out of a breath,a hurddle of nurses and doctors imeadtly took both of them in at the sight,Ed was rushed deeper into the hospital that night,leaving Winry in the waiting room
"Oh god Ed,please be alright..." she kept thinking,as she turned to the window she
Messed Up Girl
I'm not special, but I resemble a piece of scrap metal.
Each glance towards the mirror is a war, yet I challenge the monster more and more.
I harbor a priceless frown, and I'll always let you down.
Judging stares for this whore, for walking out the door.
Shaking bones are molding, and a broken sling isn't holding.
Another woman's body is bliss, but that's what he may miss.
I'm sorry for changing because I thought I was managing.
Goodbye sweet girl; close your eyes, this is were the story undoes it's ties.
Wave farewell, yet got back what I gave.
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