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Moving ForwardWith every breath I take it becomes harder to breath.
With every move I make it become harder to walk away.
The past haunts me. The future scares me.
What have I become?
I look to the left and look to the right,
There seems to be nothing in my line of sight.
Nothing but darkness up ahead.
Where have I gone to?
Lost and alone.
Left behind once again.
Stuck in a place I no longer wish to be.
How do I move one from here?
To look past the clouds and into the sky.
To smile like I mean it and enjoy the sun.
To simply hold the hand of the one I love.
Is it possible to let it all go?
Move past the hurt, the ones who once treated me like dirt.
Look to the stars and know everything will be alright.
Be free to actually be me.
Can I walk forward?
No longer do I want to look towards the past.
My eyes covered from the pain of before.
Hold my hand and guide the way.
I no longer wish to stay.
Tearsyou cry yourself to sleep
hoping to ease the pain away
the heart never forgets
and the tears continue to shed
you curl in your bed
with everthing stuck in your head
the memories hit had
the tears fall faster
you tell yourself things will get better
as the tears make your pillow wetter
you hate yourself
you dislike what you have done, what you have become
even though you thought
the outcome would be far better then this
you muffle the sounds
as your tears just fall faster
trying to lever look back
just keeps becoming harder and harder
you cry yourself to sleep one more time
hoping maybe this time will be the last
you dream of the unforgettable past
knowing the peace could never last
all they are, are painful memories
that cause you hurt because they tease
as you dream you shed your last tear
after all it was your fears
all it is, is one more night
as your pillow takes your tears with out a fight.
You Lost YourselfYou lost yourself
Lost yourself among men.
You thought you were perfect
then you began your dance with sin.
Hurting the ones you so called love
turning your back against the sun.
You lurk in the shadows
falling further beneath it all.
Words slip off of your serpent like tongue
your down fall has begun.
Spiraling down, down
screaming for a hand that cannot be found.
No one can help you
no longer the need to call out.
Born from the sun
fallin to the shadows you have become.
You lost yourself
among those called men.
Forever will you suffer
may it now begin.
Tainted By DarknessMy soul, tainted by the darkness within
hiden away and covered with sin.
Lost with no where to go,
Left with no sound to be known.
Burried with hate.
Stuck with fear,
and shadowed by doubt.
Tainted by the darkness within.
Struck with guilt,
like a blade to the heart.
to tear everything apart.
Left alone to burn in hell,
no longer a reason to scream and yell.
Tainted by sin is my heart,
left alone is my soul.
To cry myself to sleep at night,
no one will ever know.
Tainted by the darkness I am,
hidden away to be found by no man.
If I could turn back the hands of timeIf I could turn back the hands of time
I would take away all of your pain.
Every wrong every done to you
Would be completely erased away.
If I could turn back the hands of time
I would still be by your side.
Make you smile and brighten up your day
Take all of your fears away.
If I could turn back the hands of time
There would be so many things I would change.
So many things I would have said
To make you want to stay.
If I could turn back the hands time
There would be no more running.
No more reason to hide
Pain would be just a bad memory.
If I could turn back the hands of time
I would hold you.
But I can’t.
I cannot turn back the hands of time.
The past is just the past
And the future is unknown.
But I will be here
To guide and to hold you.
Because If I could turn back the hands of time
You would be truly happy.
Smiling ear to ear
With love in your heart.
Who am I to you?What did I even mean a thing to you?
Right now it feels like nothing.
Tossed aside and forgotten.
Do you even know who I am anymore?
You never speak until spoken to.
Never write or call anymore.
Who exactly am I to you?
You left me with false hope.
Tore me apart from the inside out.
And when I opened up to you,
You just shut me out.
Left behind and all alone.
Until someone was brave enough to pick me up.
And now I am here standing on my own.
While it seems you never look back or care.
You left me alone.
To stand on my own.
With no reason or word why.
And now that I stand on my own again.
You leave me even more behind...
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
I sat thereI sat there.
I sat there and said nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a sound escaped my lips.
I just sat there. And I looked. All I did was look.
I looked at you of course. Wondering why you said all that you had.
But who am I? Apparently no one according to you.
So I sat there and I looked.
What exactly caused you to say all that you did?
I'm sorry. I'm quite confused. . .
What did I do wrong? I'm thinking in my head.
I don't dare say anything out loud, I'm afraid of the response.
What caused you to lash out so?
Aren't we supposed to be friends? Friends till the end I thought.
I guess my thoughts are only dreams. Maybe even fantasies? I'm not exactly sure anymore.
As I try to get out what I feel; you decide that it is enough, and just walk away.
Didn't even give me a chance. A chance to express in words, how much you meant to me.
You just walked away. Left me standing there, my mouth full of words.
And it hurts me to say, I still care about you in the same way.
Even though you left me s
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