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Life is a never-ending coil With twists and turns And you are one thing that I did not count on.
You are the mistake in a waltz. 1 2 3
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You are the messy footprint on starched carpet, You are the wrinkle on pressed sheets.
when I offered you a heart full of love you answered, like this woman in a toy store when I tried to spend a two-dollar bill a relative had given me years ago, when I was young . . . Keep it. It may be worth something someday.
i am not a poet i am a girl with too many feelings to hold in but somehow with an escape in dreams reality is a nightmare too dark to understand yet just light enough to pass by i do not write poetry i write what i see down on paper i want to be seen though all i am is an invisible image to the o
You make me so happy Why can’t you see Just how much I love you Your best friend
It’s so hard for me Not to tell you how I feel Even though I know you feel it too I can see it in your eyes Every time you’re with me If only you weren’t with her She’s changing you
Wrist sewn. Heart torn. Attempted suicide. Her gun was cocked. Her bullets locked. Suicide’s not so easy without bullets. Especially when you’re ready to cock and pull it. In sudden panic she reached for her razor. Who would have known her mom would have been there to save her. She rushes, as it
The sea shimmers as if a child, has poured glitter in its soft blue path. Mountains linger over such water and are outlined by a china blue sky. The sun dances across the water, casting this magical scene. A fisherman casts his line in various shades of orange and red. Clap Water collides with th
Of melted glass And broken waters A dragon’s eye And burning fire.
Of icy crystal And howling wind A dragon’s claws And beating wings.
Of rosy quartz And hematite A dragon’s heart And lasting night.
Of fantasy And faeries’ lands To hold a dragon In my hand.
as the snow flies around me i wonder why this cold winter day brings back memories maybe it was the hot chocolate or the holiday cheer or maybe just maybe it was the snow the snow laying on the ground melting into the earth was there when i was small and making snowmen and i was laughing it was t
In the fall you notice leaves that are hanging on the trees, noisily moving in the gentle breeze. All the leaves hang lowly through the night as if they’re poisoned, the leaves and trees alike. They are dying slowly, yet as if they were imprisoned, and have the need to fight.
For the first time, in her selective memory she lies in bed, alone without a light or heartbeat to keep her company. Her heart beats, in rhythm with her thoughts. She barely knows the way to her own door yet she knows the feeling of being a stranger in her own body, living out a fellow stranger’s
My Soul yells at me I’m dying inside wishing that I felt no pain but It keeps coming I take the pills of pain and hate to wish it all away when the pills wear off I slit my wrist to see the blood run down my arm I let people feed off my pain blood sucking demons wishing someone would come to my r
she cuts and bleeds to fell the pain she cuts and bleeds, it leaves a stain she cuts and bleeds everyday she cuts and bleeds because she cannot say say what she needs, what she wants if she does it will cost cost a price too high to pay all because she cannot say what she wants she doesn’t want t
through the blistering cold she falls to her feet to land in the warmth of your touch her glass slippers give way to the dancing but the scent of your voice is too much the chandeliers hang from the ceiling the cocktails overflowing with pride her hair falls in curls down her shoulder but to her
How many times must we say goodbye? Too many long and drawn out mornings without you. After sunrise, I have no one to wake, No one beside me, No one to shake. Hundreds of times we have had to say goodbye, Too many long and boring days without you. I am alone in my car, With an empty seat beside m
What happens when you’re at a stand still in life? high school seemed to go by fast – and now you’re left with memories. Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd, in the end you’re not concerned with what the next person said or heard. You’r
I wish I were not so perfect! I am so perfect; when the wind is blowing 100 miles an hour, not one hair raises. My clothes do not have one wrinkle throughout the day. (my clothes are as smooth as silk) I have never spilled anything on me in my entire life, and have always used a knife and fork. I
The sky sits on the horizon and sighs. The sun rises, the wind cries. A raven is flying beyond the trees, shredding through the breeze The sky sits on the horizon and sighs. The sun craves covering, a cloud complies. From above dim darkness, thunder replies. Slick black feathers shimmer on the ra
Peer pressure, You always hear, Those words spoken. What they don’t know,
Is the pressure of family, Continually asking, What happened today? Your parents wonder, Why you answered, Answered nothing.
The reason is simple, Simple as hell. You don’t need to know,
Hey baby, Chill out And just maybe We won’t shout You gotta let go You gotta freak out And just maybe We won’t shout You ask me to love I ask you to yell ‘cause hey, I ain’t no dove And trust me, I’ve fell It ain’t no good To stay and to think You really should Put yourself on the brink