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Resignation LetterWhen youre on the verge of tears.
Thats when the drive to make you laugh kicks in.
(almost all the time now.)
That smile I saw in the earlier days,
When things were light, almost carefree,
I refuse to believe it was fake.
I knew you were really smiling.
After all, I wasnt looking at the curve of your lips, was I?
Now, Im the one left in the dark,
I didnt think I was capable of feeling so much
Pasting smiles over your scars,
May get by your friends,
But there are cracks in the corners,
All too visible to me.
You were a gift from heaven,
A gift I want to return.
So very angry,
But I understand.
Advice pours in at even the smallest sight of sadness on my part.
Writing away your faults and then destroying the paper is supposed to help.
Not my fault I cant think of any.
Besides, I can shred paper,
But I cant tear my memories.
Someone told me,
Trust my heart,
But its slipping into a coma,
In the face of pain,
Shielded in past dr
welcome to my life.Often, I know you wonder,
What you are to me,
And you ask me,
What you mean to me.
I cant help but stumble over words,
Slip over clichés,
But Ill do my best.
Do you expect anything less?
You are the sight in my eyes,
The sound in my ears,
The thoughts on my mind,
The smile on my face,
You are the star in my sky,
You are the water in my sea,
you are the petals to my flower,
the leaves to my tree.
You are the air in my lungs,
You are the blood flowing through my veins,
Your presence is my nerves, clenching up
Your bad days are my inaccurate shots,
At turning things around.
Your eyes in mine, is me trying to keep my cool.
Your pain is my tears
Your absence is my sleepless nights
Your smile, my morning sun.
Your touch is my mind going wild,
Your calls are the flutters in my stomach,
Your goodbyes are the forerunners to my miss you s
Your broken spirit is my anger.
Story of a boyYouve gotta be shittin' me. I wasted a weekend for this!?
Sometimes, I wish Id known what he was. I wish Id known that he was standing with me, holding my hand, pulling me up, and letting me fall right into his arms. I want him back. Tears ran down her cheek, but they couldnt be seen from the stands.
At this point, my mind disengaged from her speech, and I took to staring at the other people in the crowd. Many of them had drowsy eyes too, I wasnt surprised that they were bored. This girl was just repeating herself
I whispered to my neighbor, This girl just cant shut up, can she?
He looked restless too, and nodded wearily, Yeah. Youd think, if she loved this person so much, shed never have left him. He spoke slowly, carefully sounding out each word.
I dont even know why I signed up for this crap. Depressed chicks were easier to score, but this is freaking torture.
Take my hand tonightThe way her lips would move,
If the words I dream of,
Just the thought keeps me going.
Look at you.
Youve lost your focus,
You cant think of anything but her,
And you dont want to think of anything else.
Look at her.
She isnt compatible.
The way she talks,
The way she walks,
Look at who shes with,
Shes taking you over.
Shes weakening your barrier,
Shes getting in too far,
And she isnt even trying.
Shes all you care about!
What happened to dreams, fame,
What happened to carving a place into history.
You cant remember anything anymore.
This cant go on.
You have a life to live,
Dreams to fulfill,
Hurdles to overcome.
She is merely a hindrance,
Just one more.
Why do you insist on a path
filled with strife?
Youre sleeping late,
Grades are slipping,
Problems at home,
Don't pull on the noose.I walk in solemn silence,
Running my fingers over the chain links of the fence
Heading for the park
I would never put effort into anything,
There really was never any point.
But you, you searched inside me,
Every corner, every cover,
And pulled out my best.
What really surprises me,
Is that I let you get in that far.
I dont usually try,
But I tried for you.
I only walk now,
Because you arent there to tug on my fingers,
And race ahead with me in tow.
I dont speak,
Because you arent here to break the dead silence.
Theres a hill in the park.
Usually I would have gone up the pathway,
And would have found you there before me.
With a content sigh, I took your detour,
And trudged up the steep side of the slope.
We used to lay down there,
Hands behind our heads,
Watching the clouds pass by,
Spotting birds and scaring fl
Old dog, new tricks.Life truly begins, when the eyes open.
When you realize dreams contradict reality,
Blood runs through your veins,
Its use never appreciated,
But when it flows on your arms,
When you see the crimson bathing your skin.
You know just what you stand to lose.
Life begins, when you leave the shadows, and enter the light.
Life can be eclipsed, when confusion takes a hold.
And with confusion, comes pain.
I wasnt living before.
But did you know that?
That one day,
It all changed
I look back now
And see a reader, a thinker, a lover, a dreamer, a leader.
Sapped by revenge,
Driven by hatred,
I dont blame him.
When defenses are disarmed,
Its time to launch the offensive.
This instinct to fight back,
Was all that kept me alive.
To sin upon them, as they have stood against me,
To tear at their memories, to eradicate their dreams,
Opposites attract: Perfect dayWake up!
I sleepily rubbed my eyes,
and pulled the covers over my head
(I really wasnt a morning person.)
the alarm clock was blaring.
[but it was your voice
That opened my eyes]
You open the curtains
and the suns rays
nearly got me out of bed,
but not quite.
Then you splashed cold water on my face,
and that jolted me wide awake.
The view was always perfect in the morning.
you would be in your pajamas,
hurrying around ,
making coffee and toasting bread.
(once upon a time, It was a dream to wake up to you.)
Id give you a light kiss,
upon your cheek as I headed
to the bathroom to wash up.
I came out the door,
and raised my arms just in time,
to catch an apron aimed at my face,
I lowered it to see your wicked grin.
You settled at our little
sipping from the mug.
I found it strange at first,
how you used to cut out the crusts from toast,
those were always so delicious!
Ill make omelettes. I murmured,
InsomniaSleeping pills just dont work any more.
I lay on the pillow, my hand over my forehead,
And I wonder.
Where did I go wrong?
I want to start over
Forget our past and forge a new beginning,
Mistakes consume my thoughts,
Regrets fill my mind.
Is it possible?
To talk to you as a stranger,
To build our bond into something far greater,
But to start at the bottom,
To start from scratch.
Ive lost it all now,
Will you help me find it again?
I see you now,
And the pain
Is even worse than the last ending,
Pouring salt on my wounds isnt helping.
To see you talking to another boy,
Just a mere acquaintance
But the way your eyes widen,
The way you roughly throw your hair back
As you laugh
I remember when I used to receive your complete attention,
Remember the glow from your enraptured face,
Now, Im lucky
if I catch a glimpse of your averted eye
and in desperation, I tilt my head to
A child's armyI was never good enough
I stood against the wall,
My back melting into the paint
My parents kept me under fire
Shooting Teflon coated word into my ears
Why cant you do anything right?
I tried to shut them out,
Again and again,
Retreating to my room,
Frantically waving the white flag,
Stained with my own blood
I covered my ears in front of the dressers mirror.
The reflection mocked me cruelly,
Testament to their assault.
I closed my eyes,
I didnt want to see tears fall.
I was worse than useless.
I hid myself behind toy pistols,
And they fought to get inside,
To break me down into perfection
I never let them see that pain,
Those open wounds that had no notion
Of ever sealing shut
Perhaps thats why,
They thought I didnt hear.
Teen years are considered rebellious years.
These are the years we start
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
Mild MarksLips coated red like apple skins,
the curvature of my mouth now ready
to clasp the contours of your refined neck.
But I am not your vampire, dear.
I am not the cunning young woman
anxious to deepen the craters
of your sun-kissed shell.
No - I am far too mortal for that.
And you are far too mortal for me.
My only wish is to let you escape
through the subtle caress of my character:
holding you, receiving you
like dusk receiving the stars.
My carmine borders gently staining
Crossfade.What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I feel that no one understands me.
Could things have been easier somehow?
You bring it back for me, those things I thought had left me.
You are the antidote that gets me by
One day I'll mention it to you.
No more pushing you away
Throw this all away and start again
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