Look Up at the Starslook up at the starssurrounded by each othera blanket of darkness lets them shinelook up at the starsI am aloneThey are like me, but I, not like themBecause I am aloneIn a world full of strangersI am aloneIn this land full of dangersandno one to catch me when I fall.
Too LateJar infused with rotten memoriesHidden in the dusty attic of her mindKilling withthe sickness of tomorrow and yesterday and snakesup on her when she is unaware of these ghosts that shecan't break with that rusted broken sword of hopetaken away and never given backonce innocenta blank piece of paperShaped by the no one who has been there for her all her life, her once-been origami splendor torn to pieces by the no place she has lived inJust a life too late
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2. complicatedfrom copper wires, we are twisted pinkies andempty passageways ofstained glass and weighed-down bricks,and spring glory and summer windowswe are deserts,and forestsbound by the gravity of your galaxy eyes.we arecomplicated,we are beautiful.and anonymous,we are silent.and laughter will be joyful when wesee our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue bloodwe are parted lips of salted ocean breezesand treacherous as onebut nothing without the otherit's complicated.
Darkness in CalligraphyThe pen is mightier than the swordWith your jet-black heart you sear through the souls in my storyrip through the pages and burn them in stacks (fire of water, drowning it all)Your pen's nib cuts into the paper of my once white heart, the darkness will rule becauseyour words have closed my doors shut me out from the light andleft me bare with the darkness Now I'm sitting here, bleeding inkand pondering heartbreak because only sword wounds can healbecausetape will never work on my ripped out heart
Amaranthine and wilting dahlias.Darling, your doe-eyed belladonna is a soon-to-benameless.1000 paper cranes but she'll never reach the moon. (One, two, three, four, five she's gone and breathe no more)would be beautiful but there areCrumbling roses carved into hermoonskinI say this as a statement, not a question, thatshe buried your dahlias into her tangled heartstringsAnd she'll fall on the trail of stars to heaven,won't come home tonight.
am ibreathingthe darknesslurking in the blinding sunshineit is destroying me.i amdelusional in a different kind of wayneed everything i lostsay somethingpleasehelp me throughit's so beautiful up here but i am too scared to fallfor youare you still listeningcan you still hear me from your grave(wilted roses at the floor ourhaunted ocean ballroom)i have fallen too late.
stargazersShe lives in a river of stars, intricately weaved into the eyes of Eden it's justthe way his roses find beauty in her bramble-berry eyeswatching the sun sink into the oceantogetherwaiting for the night sky I will always remember him, eyes dancing, hiding her broken heart Rainwater, hurricanes of lonely gray spilling onto the cloudy sidewalk. The stars are gone tonight.
BrighterSing to the darkness of the night skyin hopes that the stars will shine brighter
SuicideWhen I woke up,I expected you to be alive.I expected the end of your letterTo say something like,"I'm right behind you,You moron!"But that never happened.When I woke up,You were still dead.You aren't dead to me.You should be alive,You should be here with me!Where are you?Why did you leave?You didn't have to go!I would've cared for you!I would've rescued you!There are still people who love you!You didn't have to kill yourself!You didn't have to die.I can't believe you're dead.I can't believe you're dead.
The Dark ForestThe dark forestIt takes you inAnd comes when you least expect itThe dark forestComfort youBut at the same time it’s your graveyard of memoriesAs you venture deeper into the darknessYou feel this presence sitting on your shoulderAs it gets comfortable you remember the feelingAnd it fills you with frightThe dark forestHorrible in its own wayYou hate being there but you’ve know it for so longThe dark forestInside there is no turning backWhile you know you don’t want to do thisAnd as you reach the end you see the a shovelThe presence gets stronger as you pick it upYou walk a little longer until you get to a holeYou jump down inside it and start diggingSlowly but surely you can’t get outAnd when you’re trapped there only others can save youBut you’re to insecure to accept the helpEven though the wounds on your arms, tells all your talesAnd how you started digging that hole
CruxI’m only sure of two things:I still carry pieces of your cross on my back andlilies were your favorite flowerThose last three months-A silent drive home from the mallpurse full of stolen makeupDinners with my family where no onebothered to make the conversionEndless hours spent looking at paint samplesand I was smart to not buy the brushesThe line at the liquor store blendedwith the lines on the roadAt the same time with youwithout youThen it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.The mother stood by the calf’s bodylong past nightfalland I stood by yourslong after thatWas this what we meant when we said forever?
LacerationsLacerationsby AtreyudrksthourFlesh torn from gnawed boneYou really thought you were going home?Uncontrollable cannibalistic instinctLimitless desire; the funeral pyreIt’s what you were meant forIt’s what you will die forPsychotic self obsessionRipping, tearing mindless goreYou’ll never forget what you sawA mockery of a failed existenceCrumbles to ash with the sands of timeDesperate to retain possessionOf useless pointless hopeless dreamsFeeling the grip tighteningNever fading, always hidingWaiting for vulnerability, the time to strikeParasitic leechA soulless depiction of life once livedA sculptor’s interpretationOf thoughts once hadHear it sputter painful wordsUseless pitiful spineless wormYou’ll never learnThis world owes you nothingAnd no one cares
My MaskI put my mask on.Time to face the day.Time to plaster on a smile.Time to pretend it's okay.I want to crawl in bed.Leave the world behind.You're too ugly to go out,whispers my mind.I know I am,I stifle a cry.I want to leave,I want to die.My mask is done,and I have to go.Time to face the people.Time to put on my show.
What Poetry is to MeWhat poetry is to me, Is an escape into a mindless sea, A place where I can write endlessly, About the wonders and ruins of this world I see.What poetry is to me, Is this I write accordingly, The words that are crafted so beautifully, By those who let go willingly.What poetry is to me, Is not the same for everybody, That different style, whatever it may be, Keep it going and you'll succeed.
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,Left in the world on your own.To fend for yourself, find your smile,Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.Another place, smaller, much smaller,You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,Is doing anything the right thing?The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.You can, dig deep, I know you can,You were once stronger, once a better man.Don't let them take you over, don't you dare concede,Is this what you want? Is this what you need?No, this is not what I want.Who are you to say you're the one to flaunt?It's my turn, you've played long enough,I know this is hard, for me it is rough.I have to put you away, it's time to go,
Grelle and Will talk #1*in Will's office* Grelle: Will!!!!!!!!!!! Oh it is so nice to see you again darling!Will: Hmm...interesting...Sutcliff please leave as you see I am doing paper work..now go.Grelle: Oh no paper work...you know it won't kill you if I stayed a little bit longer..silly...I missed you today where have you've been?Will: None of your concern. * adjusts glasses*Grelle: Yes it is...where have you been Will...please don't tell me your trying to kill Sebas-chan again...are you?Will: Ya right...please go and mind your own business.Grelle: You know Will there is nothing to be jealous about I don't like Sebas-chan "that" way...it's quite simple you know...I like you "that" way.Will: Please Sutcliff don't suck up to me and leave...as you see I am not in a "pleasant" mood today.Grelle: You never are in a "pleasant" mood.Will: Do you really want to get in a damn argument...I don't have time for this Sutcliff!!!!!Grelle: Please Will don't get any more
WinterA dream of silver coins and gossamerof frankincense and sacred myrrhtugging, gently tugging at the coverletthe draperies drawn,the candles lit.Winter's wizened face and beard sent packingby the blazing willow loga'crackling, gently crackling in the fireplacethe shivered windleads on apaceThese dreams to warm us lingering like a balm,and cider mulled with cardamombubbling, gently bubbling in a bowlblots out the windand shuns the cold.
Hide Hidewatch the e m p t y hallway fill no one will noticeif you hidearound the corner no one will care if you hide your thoughtsno one will laugh if you hideyour tears no one can hurt youwhen you hide your heart