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He really did change that day
More cynical and cold
And distant in a way
Gestures of kindness, became selfish acts
But he would roll with it, to keep his smile intact
He'll walk around in the dead of night
Alone going to places, where other's might
Try to understand, but they never do.
All because of a wish that never came true
He dreams of a day where his life could be light
But for now he is always Dreaming of Night.
The Scientist He was lying sprawled out on the bed of the hotel room fast asleep. Downstairs a convention was still going on hard and loud in the early morning. He had spent the first day walking around viewing the different panels and booths. He was dressed up to be the "invisible man", wearing black sunglasses to hide his light blue eyes; he bandaged up his face and hands, and wore a long black overcoat to complete the outfit. But bandages of course don't really breathe well. After 2 hours of wearing them he went back to the hotel room and ripped them off his face and collapsed onto the bed asleep. As he slept he dreamed about the black lace and corset that framed her small body. How she cutely winked at him and made him chase her through the crowd only to disappear when he thought he had gotten hold of her.
It was day 2 and he already had missed her twice. The first time, when he finally cornered her it was in the elevator of the hotel. She had been teasi
Cuddle RoomThe organizers chose to tint the room a rosy red, and only one exit seemed available for the appropriately named "cuddle room". In the room sat comfortable couches and chairs. Warm fuzzy blankets and a heater were placed to push away the oncoming October cold. In here, no one knew the coined phrases of "TMI" or "PDA". If you wished to tease your respective partner, make love to them, give them a passionate kiss or even be simply held, you would not be judged. Sometimes it becomes a room of laughter, a place to share stories or to laugh at antics. At other times, when you walk in it would make you feel like a voyeur peeking into someone's house. But during the quiet time, it turned into a place of deep thought, and genuine romance filled the air. Whether it be friendly or more, this place had been turned into a sub's paradise.
ShhhhChildren should be seen not heard
But you know something is wrong when you no longer hear them and you get nothing but cold icy stares,
the results of lonely days, and the abuse they had to bear.
Because you no longer hear the laughter of a happy child enjoying the sun.
No longer seeing the smiling face of someone who had a day of fun.
Just small grimaces and smirks.
And just the occasional worrisome quirks.
The flinching at a raised hand when it's meant for a high five.
The high pitch scream when going in for a hug
The all out bawling when voices get raised.
Every night this child wishes to have its voice to be heard again
They wish to be seen as they really are.
But dreams only go far
They can cuddle close to their blankets and think of the days that don't end in silence and slammed doors.
When they don't have to hear pounding footsteps come at them on wood floors.
A day when silence didn't all come at once
And they don't have to worry about t
Broken HeartThe beauty you "lost"
Came with a cost
The "radiance" in your life
Has been stabbed with a knife
She no longer awaits your call
She no longer wants to kiss you at all
She died of her last heart break
And will no longer wake
She can no longer trust
She no longer believes you stand for what's just
She no longer wants to believe in you
And so she does one last thing
She died for you
Just a FriendWhenever you are near
My happiness becomes crystal clear
The smiles and laughs are hard to hide
Believe me, I have tried
Just getting to see you is enough incentive for me
No matter how brief the time may be
I could listen to you geek for hours on end
And then let you rest, and use my lap as your bed
Letting you cuddle me when you’re feeling down
Going on ‘adventures’ to another town
Confiding in me when things went bad
And getting you the best night’s sleep you ever had
I’m fine with being just a friend
I rather have that then see our contact end
Who says there can’t be love between friends?
You gave me back some hope I had lost some time ago
But that’s something you’ll never know
You make me want to become stronger and more resilient too
It’s one of the many reasons why I still love you.
Not that GirlYou’re always there for me
Yet you push me away
“I’m not good enough”
“I’ll hurt you”
Is all you manage to say
“You don’t know me!”
Is what you shout
It’s really me you know nothing about
You’ve never seen the other me
The one who will destroy you
And leave you with nothing
The person who will rip, tear and belittle everything you do
This person picks at the fresh wound
And often wishes for your doom.
It’s amazing though, when she hides her face
She only does it when you and I are in the same place
She hides from you, like a vampire from the sun
And fails to visit after we’re done
I often wondered:
“Does she hate you for doing this to her?”
Because when I try to remember all the rage, it becomes a blur
All the bad memories fade to black
And when I open my eyes I see that your back.
You’re still with me
And still unaware
Of the devil lying next to you there
I dreamed a dream
People say you never forget your first
Even if it's the worst
You never forget who shoved you off solid ground
Who opened your eyes to all the dishonesty around
That's when you can see the status quo scream
And your oh so happy childhood becomes a distant dream
Welcome to reality!
Your label is ready.
Are you black or white?
Do you side with the red or blue?
Do you believe some don't get equal rights?
Does it truly matter who you decide to screw?
Hurry up, you have so little time
The world won't wait as you make up your mind.
And it's far too late to close your eyes.
When the light comes in, you'll truly realize
Life has a tendency to kill dreams.
Sometimes you wonder is life really as it seems
You keep waiting to wake up from the horrible scare
And hope to god that it's all just a nightmare.
Did we really kiss?
Am I really coddled in his arms?
The sad part comes when I hear the alarm.
All you can do is wait for the moment you have again
And maybe one day, in reality you can actually b
Don't Leave me
My heart has been broken so much, so
Don't Walk away
Because you're voice is all I want to hear.
I never asked to be a martyr
But I will gladly become it if just one more time I could see you smile.
I would reveal all secrets take all the blame.
Give up all fortune and fame.
I can't bear to see you hurt.
I can't stand to see you cry.
If any tears on your face appeared on your face I would die.
I would do anything to keep you.
Just please don't say goodbye.
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return,
and her friends will be there until they wont.
Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,
she puts a smile on her face.
She loves them as much as any,
even though there aren't many.
They bring out the best in her,
the happy girl,
not swamped by words.
The one who isn't drowning in formula.
Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,
she knows this now,
engraved in her
Perfectionist ComplexI know I can never be perfect.
I know I can never win.
I know that.
But why do I always try so hard?
To strive to perfection, that's all I want.
Why can't I just be normal?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
That's all the same.
Laughing and crying are all the same things.
I can't be perfect.
I know that now.
I will be perfectly imperfect.
i Am PeRFeCt
Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-
We watch the others run:
Our race is a different game.
Not as much a contest,
More of an art
So take my hand in yours
As we begin this masterpiece;
Without opinion -
LearningI discover more about you,
you teach me what love is.
I unveil hidden knowledge
everytime you give me a kiss.
The most genuine wonder
when you caress me softly.
Could you help me to discern
dream from reality?
All the ways to love you,
so different from all I knew.
I want do discover everything...
loving you is just so new!
My Widowed HeartMy love for you was something I can't say
the reason of my breath, the light of my day
I'll never find someone like you used to be
I'll never recover the part of you missing in me
When I listen to our song, I still sing along...
Though I'll never understand why it went so wrong
I had never felt that a sentiment could be so true
What will I do once I can no longer count on you?
Will I ever overcome this loss and the pain?
Will I ever hold you in my arms again?
I pray that I will up wake from this nightmare,
look at you, feel you near, see that you still care.
I'll always miss all of you, every single part.
Rest in Peace, while I try to heal my widowed heart.
Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.
Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.
Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.
A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.
I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
Virtual InsanitySorry is all you have to say?
'Sorry' doesn't make the pain go away
Sorry doesn't remove the knife in my heart
Sorry doesn't even begin to start
To heal the blood that has been shed
To revive the heart that has been dead
It doesn't remove the scars that have been made
It doesn't even help the wounds fade
You tell me of your regrets
All of your lies and yet
I can't seem to care
Because I don't know how much more I can bare!
My fragile mind can't take much hurt
It can't stand by and watch you treat me like dirt
As you kick in my heart
Rip out my spine
Poison my brain
Until I have nothing left
And go insane.
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