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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 Nail In My HeartIn my heart
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
There's A Knock On The Front DoorI heard a knock on the front door,
and I thought it was my soldier,
but it was only a letter
that didn't have a sender;
just an handwritten letter
left by my front door.
There comes a moment in life
where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks
under the weight of a summer storm,
where the beauty of the world
fades to black and white and gray
as you stare off into the distance
too numb to think
and too shocked to question why.
When everything boils down to a moment -
when your past and your future
collide with each other
and obliterate the present,
when the things you had taken for granted
and you're just left with an empty shell,
a blank easel with no paper to draw on,
while paint is being thrown left and right
but you're untouchable,
just you, pure and white,
yet blacker than the ash you walk on,
the remnants of the explosion
that broke your heart and soul and mind.
That is the feeling
when there's a knock on the front door
and you think that it is your
I AmI am a square peg, in a world of only round holes.
I am out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
I am a white rose growing on a bush of pink.
I am the fear everyone feels in the dark.
I am quartz among glass, yet glass among diamonds.
I am an empty bottle of ink to a new quill.
I am a penny, forgotten on the street, walked over.
I am a king to no people, a god to a non-believer.
I am fire to a flood, a single match to an iceberg.
I am the best I can be, but zero times anything is still zero.
I am that, and never more.
A Perfect WorldDescribe a perfect world?
Perfect - make something completely free from faults or defects,
Otherwise known as ideal, ultimate, flawless.
No matter how perfect the world may seem it will never be flawless.
There will always be hurt and heartache in the world,
And that’s okay with me.
Without corruption we would not be able to handle ourselves when something catastrophic happens.
We would not be the people we are today.
We can try to hide all the horrible things wrong with the world,
But that does not mean that by forgetting these things mean it never happened.
So why describe a perfect world when we should describe an acceptable world.
A world that can be tolerable.
That’s the type of world I would like to live in.
A world without senseless murder and war.
A world where everyone can be free to be themselves.
A world where we are treated the same,
No matter gender, race, or sexual orientation.
A world where we are equal.
A world where we are one.
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,
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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