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Ocean of mistakesYou're drowning.
Slowly, realising, you're so much closer to the bottom of this ocean of mistakes you've made,
of all the lies that you told, or have been told to you, of all these sad, terrible things. Just remember this.. When you hit the bottom, you can push yourself up with your feet, you can still swim back to the top.
Just don't give up
The major life challenge... The major life challenge...
It was a challenge to breathe for the first time,
It was a challenge to take your first step,
It was a challenge to say your first word,
It was a challenge, that first day in school,
It was a challenge to grow up as old,
I'm sure there's been many other challenges you've faced,
Some failed, some accomplished, all now cannot be replaced,
The life challenge is a mixture of many,
You wouldn't live, if you didn't face any.
RealisationShaking, either from the bitter cold, or all these emotions I'm feeling..
I face you, controlled by anger and desperate need of understanding,
Despite all this time, all these wounds he inflicted, don't seem to be healing..
Your eyes flickering with insane madness, your voice suddenly so demanding.
"I don't ever want to see you around him, do you understand?!", I slowly nod.
I know that, I've heard you say this so many times before,
Yet this time, you sound so different, so terribly odd.
As if of all your hope had died, but you still try to search for more.
I seem to just now, discover everything I have done wrong,
Trusted him, a stranger I just met, instead of a friend whom I almost always knew..
A friend who, through thick and thin, has always been there for me, for so long..
I promise myself, that no matter what, I will always and only, trust you.
This incredibly dark, dreary night could easily be compared to my life,
The moon would be you, enlightening it for me, with friendship, l
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
A visit to TomWell, my friend...
You made it -
upon your grave -
in the fridge
us year round
or is it just
in our hearts.
in the night...
it will be
i.by the grace of an orphaned wintering,
i have known you
babel, babylon: eyes raptured rare and hands
to strange knowing and palebruised
throat of dissonance
. ...such sudden gods. such taken
you stumble where night falls
too far to the left; my wild garden
old dusks, blue
ScreamSo I'll stand and yell it to the ceiling
to celebrate the fact that i'm alive and breathing.
I'll take your hand to try and share this feeling.
The only thing I can do is stand and scream.
"I still fucking love you."
And hope it starts the healing.
PossibilitesWhen I was 5
I wanted to be
anything to be
When I was 12
I wanted to be
to learn how
the Earth works
and what makes
stones so beautiful
When I was 16
I wasn't sure what
I wanted to be
The future was uncertain
So was I at this point of time
But then again
So were other kids
Now I'm 20
I want to be a writer
My mind's eye seeing
people and places
like a photo album
words stringing together
to create something beautiful
reality vs. pretendi.
a wooden sword
and an eye-patch
i was a girl who
knew deep inside
had developed feelings
and they were all
selfishly for me.
you tricked me,
you kidnapped me,
all to tell you stories
in which good triumphs
over evil, not really;
was to walk the plank
as you planned to kill
him and feed him to
the ticking crocodile.
happy thoughts and
faerie dust would
allow me to fly,
but i only had the
first and i was doomed;
your wooden sword poked
my back, waiting for me
to take the leap
down (the stairs),
hearing the ticking
(of the oven)
go off - just in time.
surly, mother called us
down for dinner
and at the end of the night,
it was all truly
bedtime stories will
serve as my peter pan,
as my escape from reality.
Judgementi sat there and watched you with
tears prickling my
but i dared not to cry
not with them looking right at
their eyes showed a horrible judgment
that seemed to swallow me
the darkness of the aura
around them sucked
oh god i hated them.
the first man questioned you
he didn't care what happened to
he wanted this to be over
his words were at a drone
he filed the papers before him
as if he had nothing
better to do
i know what he thought of
i clenched my fists
i wouldn't hold anyone’s hand
as i watched this unfold.
the woman cared
she cared about what happened
she knew what she wanted
her tone was that of a
mother who's child
she wanted the truth
but she wouldn't believe
the one we gave her
it was plain to see
i gritted my teeth
i wanted to scream but that
wouldn't help anything.
the last man wanted to get
the truth out of you
his eyes were not kind
but his words were und
Wolf in sheep's clothingWe create our own demons
Provide the sparks for our own madness
We sacrifice TRUTH for IDEALS...
And at times IDEALS for TRUTH...
..or perhaps unnaturally...
Are we sane?
Or are we simply victims of a delusion that we've so desperately wanted to be fact
Life is CHAOS...
Because it's unending...
Because it's unchanging...
..It is ORDER.
It has become the norm of our lives
It's a wound in the lives of all who are still breathing
Rise up and disrupt the natural order of this world...
Create some TRUE CHAOS...
Make this world better...
You wolves in sheep's clothing..
You SHEEP in WOLVES' clothing...
Don't throw your soul away...
Don't become savage...
Don't lose your gentleness...
Don't lose you
The Mountains of SnowI lost my love to the mountains of snow
once he came up, he never returned.
stories spread across the Town,
three poor souls, never to be found.
a sharpened shovel , lit fire
starved Wolves, and A set wire.
my love waS found, beaten and marred,
his face indistinguishable and charred.
i lost my loves to the Mountains of snow
once they came up, thEy never returned.
A guess.I could make a guess
I could make a guess that you are a dreamer,
Maybe I could see it in your eyes,
A mystery, which somwhere deeply hidden lies.
Somewhere only you could be.
Maybe it's that shy, little smile of yours,
What do you think? Could that be it?
I am truly curious, to what lies beneath.
Or maybe it is just me,
My imagination running wild,
I'm sitting here making guesses,
Just because you smiled.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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