shadows of my heartWhat is the point of us continuing?
I am dead inside because of all this pain.
What is the point of working things out?
You dont want me anyway.
Why must we try to retreve what is already dead and gone?
we want to love eachother so we dont hurt eachother.
How could this ever work out with the fairytail ending?
We are both missing the required passion to care for another human being.
Why cant i feel for you the way i used to?
I have lost my soul in the darkest shadows where it can not be found.
Instead, demons follow me around, patiently waiting for the time to strike.
Their purpose is to strip me of any human compassion until I am ready to leave this life.
The joke is on them.
I have been ready to leave this skeletin of a body for what seems like years.
They have been despratly trying to plan the perfect moment where everything is gone.
Their goal is to kill me then latch onto the person affected most by my death.
The only meaning for these parasites is to infect other people that were
2. LoveLove.2. Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love was a thing I wasn't used to and a thing I never had.
Love was an unknown orbit of thought that only other people experienced.
Love was a desire that most humans achieved
I wasn't among them.
And just as I thought I had it. Finally! I had gained the insight on love!
It was ripped away from me, on a piece of paper in a storm.
Naked and alone, the rain pouring down making it unbearably painful, hair hung limp over my face, blocking my vision.
I had glimpsed love for half of a millisecond.
Now it was gone.
The feelings I had, washed away, leaving me clean and soulless.
It had started with sweet words, a smile or two, a wink.
It opened up portals I had never seen before.
It showed me life.
I had never thought love was so important to me until I sacrificed it.
I sacrificed myself.
There I stood.
In the waters of misery.
I loved for a millisecond, it lasted forever and never.
Love on Every Inch of YouI love you.Love on Every Inch of You in Free Verse More Like This
With the glasses your classmates teased you about when you were little.
With the acne you can't seem to get rid of no matter how much you shower,
how little chocolate you eat,
or how old you get.
With whatever feature you find so utterly repulsive
that you cannot believe another human being would ever see you naked and rejoice.
I love that you are alive.
I love that each breath I take contains a little bit of you,
and of me,
and of every person who has ever lived.
I love pressing my hand to my heartbeat and knowing you feel the exact same thing.
I know you don't believe me.
You can't even consider the possibility.
And deep in your heart you doubt anyone
not just a perfect stranger,
but people who know you down to your last neuron
can really love you.
Do you know what else I know?
I know that it isn't true.
You are precious.
You are beautiful.
You are handsome.
You are every face I have ever wanted to kiss, to touch, to laugh with.
Cyanide SwingIt was a cyanide swing,Cyanide Swing in Free Verse More Like This
sticks and stones made to break bones,
and a spilling of guts meant for love.
A sweeter sin than sacrificing
for a love that didn't want to be loved;
hanging her by the neck before an audience.
Tremors from treasonous words
tickled her throat like a razor,
kissing away the pain with fresh agony.
Common sense cut herself,
bruises of a broken heart littering her neck;
she choked it down to be thrown up against the wall.
Failure found fresh purchase as
poison infected infested wounds;
it promised fate worse than death for the soul.
Don't mind the shadows
They're just stitching her shallow cuts
And confining her to the coffin of affection again.
He should be the corpse,
She could be the killer .
Or he could be the devil and she could be a sinner.
This is their cyanide swing
a backbreaking chorus of love
so insane that when their done she'll break.
The VanishingIf I were to open my eyesThe Vanishing in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still be there in the morning?
When I turn to glance at the clock
Will your form disappear into the past?
I feel like your vanishing before my eyes
Fading away into the shadows
And I can't reach out to save you,
I can't even see you anymore.
I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry.
Have I lost my sight or have you lost your substance?
You mean so much to me
But I can feel you slipping through my fingers like sand.
You are the first warmth I have found in a long time,
I want you to linger with me here
And I want to live the impossible dream
But you seem to be just that; a fantasy.
When I turn my back to work,
Will you become a shadow of a monster?
When I wake up early from a nightmare,
Will you be there to comfort me or are you part of the dream?
I don't want a handsome prince;
just a friend I can share my life with.
Can I trust you not to be
Just another of my dark memories?
Cracking TogetherThe cracks are starting slowly,Cracking Together in Free Verse More Like This
But they have been growing deeper
Like fissures of destructive fire
Searing away any hope of a normal life for a marionette.
The pain is growing stronger,
Digging away at flesh and bone,
Pulling already fragile pieces apart
Until there is nothing left to the doll.
Alice's madness is slowly returning,
And this Ace of Hearts is turning black.
Wonderland is falling apart petal by petal
But turning back means being eaten alive by the past.
The finish of the game will be worth it,
It must be the focus if anyone is to win here.
There isn't long now; its getting harder,
And that guarantees the end is near.
So as the wood splinters to pieces,
As the mind retreats within itself,
Remember that its almost over,
The impossible is possible together
if we don't crack together first.
What Shall I Be?It is a blank canvas,What Shall I Be? in Free Verse More Like This
Just waiting for the artist's hand.
It is an empty book,
Waiting for the author's inspiration.
Like a soft ball of clay,
My mind is waiting for shaping.
You can turn me into a doll,
Or I could become something almost real.
With a little bit of luck and work,
My body might metamorphasize;
I might become something better than before.
But for the moment,
It is as white as the fresh fallen snow,
Waiting for the master's hand.
What will you make me?
What shall I be?