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A Girl's Best FriendA Girl's Best Friend,
It is not a diamond ring,
Nor Sterling silver jewelery,
Or anything expensive at all.
It may not be beautiful to others,
But always beautiful to her.
She will cherish it forever,
And it will love her too.
She will cuddle with her,
For comfort whenever she's sad.
It will never fail her,
Whenever someone else has.
This little ball of love,
Will love her to death.
She'll soothe her aching heart,
When it needs mending.
A Girl's Best Friend,
Will be a man's friend, too.
Because a human's best friend,
Is a lovable, wonderful...
The ColdThe Cold,
It ties its strings tight around me and only me.
Its deathly feel freezes my blood.
And I am alone.
It splatters on me and only me.
Its cold, wet drips hide my tears,
And I feel more Alone.
It whispers harsh words into my ears and only my ears.
It persuades me that it will never leave me,
And Loneliness is my only friend.
It flashes towards me and only me.
The Rain stops,
And Loneliness begins to tip-toe away.
It strengthens me and only me.
The Loneliness drifts further from me,
And the Cold becomes warmer.
It caresses me and only me,
The Loneliness has moved on,
And the Cold exists not with me.
"Why are you so wet?"
I respond with a simple,
"The Rain, The Cold, The Loneliness."
You let out a tsk,
You take out a towel and wrap it around me,
"Lets Get You Warmed Up", You say.
But The Cold had already dissapeared.
Its a complicated thing.
Its not being obsessive,
Yet its not being uninterested.
Its not obsessively calling and texting your dear,
Nor is it ignoring them completely.
Its not making them be with you and only you,
But its being able to accept the fact that they can spend time with others.
When you look into his eyes and see a special look,
When you look at her smile and see how bright it is,
When your stomach gets butterflies whenever they walk by.
When you see them and jump for joy,
When your hands spark when they intertwine,
When your heartbeats beat the same.
When you never want to come home without them again,
When he steals your heart,
And you steal his last name.
A Ghost Ship Named 'TITANIC'
The new ship sails by me, callous with behavior cruel,
Churning up the blackening waves, racing through night's cool.
Paying not a bit of heed to me waiting by,
Who watches their every move with a disapproving eye.
They know who I am, they do know my name,
But they sail by me in haughty manner all the very same.
They think I am an old girl, and therefore are not wise,
True, I may be old, but I do not speak of lies.
Those ships would learn a lot from me if they merely heard,
What I could tell them in a few and simple words.
I will tell you new ships what I know in my very heart,
Listen closely to me, and my words shall never part:
My decks were long and pleasurable, filled with a gentle breeze,
I was once the most beautiful on all seven seas.
People laughed aboard my decks, stood upon my bow,
But, that moment was so long ago, no one is on me now.
No one gazes out my windows,
No one sweeps down my elegant stairs,
No lady st
I just wanted to tell you something, so please listen to me and no one else.
I love you.
I look up to you.
I think you're nice.
I think you're great.
I think you're smart.
I think you're sweet.
I think you're pretty.
I think you're talented.
I think you're unique.
I think you're awesome.
I think you're inspiring.
I think you're awe-inspiring.
I think you're different.
There is only one JUST like YOU, and that is worth something.
I think you're beautiful.
I think you're hot.
I think you're funny.
I think you're elegant.
I think you're normal.
I think you're special.
I think you're interesting.
I think you underestimate yourself too much.
You shouldn't, 'cause I say so.
I think you're strong.
I think you're weird but in a funny way.
That is what I like about you, you're different.
I think you're true.
I do not think you're false.
I do not think you're a bad person because of pounds.
Your weight doesn't determine your worth.
That is who you are.
You're MORE than good enough.
Don't Judge Me...I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts,
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
Love CrisisFor so long I have been in denial
never seeing the truth in my blind eyes
but I wish I could have a retrial
when all I think about is you and that's when I cry.
I remember our silly talks
how happy I felt when I made you laugh
but I didn't know our time was ticking like a clock
and I was walking on broken glass.
You had been hurt before so the trust had been broken
and my love felt like a token that I should have never spoken.
When all I want is to be in your arms again
I wish I could start over and let this love begin.
When it rains I think of the pain
and all the rumors that made me look vain
made you mad and run away when I only wanted you to stay
as I feel my life start to fray.
For so long I was in denial of love
never wanting to admit that it was true
but when you left and I wanted to redo
you left and the pain was to much to even shove.
Depressing DarknessI take a glance,
At the scars on my wrists.
They tell me,
It doesn't have to be like this.
I want to talk,
To let it out.
But nobody is there to listen,
Even when I scream and shout.
Depression is dark,
So speak up.
Before it takes you away,
And covers you up.
Mirrorthe silver toned glass,
glazed with steam and dust,
this bitter illusion i call a life,
plays its shadowed reflection before me,
the sinking torment of humanity,
laid bare before my eyes,
and how this reflection haunts me,
eyes glassed over and empty,
gazing out from the cracks,
chalky skin and scraggly hair,
the bitter visage of a dead man,
and no where to go,
the sinking feeling of my chest,
the drowning torment of my heart,
the cacophonous laughter of its beating,
a lonely joke,
and i ask this shallow reflection,
am i not the loneliest of all?
Israelitei know i apologized to you for these emo-painted rants but what am i but an Israelite to God/~ God is in your eyes and sometimes i think i can see it finding Revelations (yes)~ but there is always that step never taken/ never walked/ i think it must be jealously but what else do you call love/~ it is that but painted in blood and sacrifice/ i guess that's another over-generalization but its so much easier to suffocate on that than the truth/~ truth is subjective i guess which must be why its been three years now on the journey/~
is this the curse of a moon?/~ never to be as orbited as its own planet/ as it watches it get better for the winner below/~ i can tell myself that you are losing yourself to the sand but i think im more annoyed that i am not your centre of attention rather than itself being itself/~ i am pissed off at my star (or should that be two green malachites?)~/
you hate poetry/ and this is that/ which is ironic judging by your name/ and you can accept this like t
A Known DemiseA heart made of black granite stone
pain chiseled to the marrow of my bones
years and hopeless hours of misery shown
with a shattered broken throne.
What contempt can be heard
when the tears in your eyes are hopelessly blurred
feeling like a hopeless caged bird,
when you try to forget the pain until your words become slurred.
I'm here again in this broken home that I named pain
with no smiles or laughs that could have been gained
when it pours down on you with crystal rain
while your shackled in stained rustic chains.
In pieces I crawl to the remnant ashes of my heart
with the past that crawled to me knowing it took part.
I would try with a mutter to find help, to call
but no matter how I tried I would slip off my sanity and fall.
I tried so hard trying to make it on my own
to trap everyone out through my walls of cobblestone
but it only seemed to rip my wounds making me feel alone
with love that I only harshly would postpone.
Almost at the edge I walk in pieces carrying my ashes
DrowningYou really have no idea,
How you broke me,
Lying to me for all those months,
About how you felt.
Letting me pour my heart out to you,
That you're my first love,
All I ever wanted,
For my whole life,
You let me fall,
Deeper and deeper under your spell,
Taking my heart,
And crushing it in your palm,
Only took one lie.
You used me,
I was nothing,
Just a back up plan,
To boost your ego,
And make you feel good,
While your heart belonged to her.
I thought you were saving me,
Throwing the lifeline that I needed,
To survive my fucked up life,
But the whole time,
You were dragging me down,
Deeper and deeper underneath the ocean,
Trying to see how far I could go,
Before I drowned.
Now I'm drowning,
My tears mixing with the water around me,
Drawing the sharks nearer,
It's only a matter of moments,
Before they snap.
The End of FriendshipThe End of Friendship.
It ends not with anger,
Nor with Harsh words,
Or even fists being thrown.
The End of Friendship,
Is at the very end of the road,
Which does not end with bricks of hate,
Or with rude phrases.
The End of Friendship,
It takes year to come.
It gives you time,
To enjoy the memories.
Because the End of Friendship,
Does not Come by Choice.
It comes when you die,
Or the friend you loved.
The End of Friendship,
Ends when you are split physically,
But Friendship never ends,
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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