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We may not have tomorrow...
...But there's always yesterday
Post Traumatic Storm Disorder
Wake up every morning to snow.
A blanket so graceful, inviting sleep,
Just a rest in bliss forevermore:
Full of nightmares from which you shall wake up no more
Watch yourself smothered as if a lobotomized man under a pillow,
Crushed under an infinite blizzard death becomes pleasure,
Even while demons haunt you in hell,
You'll beg an end to the storm just so as to shrivel in your cell
Did you ever give permission to this storm of noise?
The snow is but a symptom; sleep an effect,
The storm is baked based on one defect,
Based on the fact your life automatically provides permission for everything it destroys
It is done, hurricane finished and gone,
Foundations of your home in smoke,
It's time to rebuild, from the ashes grow,
Does it have your permission to do so?
Even the storm laughed as you spoke without control:
I draw a breath, and hold it in,
Trying to suffocate the beast within.
I crave my death, the golden sin,
Trying to stay together in my torn skin.
I'm lost deep inside my own mind,
Looking for something left to find.
I'm lost in reasons left to fight,
Yet I'm looking for ways to die tonight.
I draw a breath, into my lungs,
I feel like my song's been sung.
I feel like death's my only fate,
I still draw breath but it feels too late.
I lose whatever's left of my mind
Looking for whatever's left behind,
Looking for why I stopped believing,
Those lost reasons to keep on breathing.
I breathe in and then I breathe out,
I don't know what this shit is about.
I had everything worth living for,
But I don't want to breathe anymore.
I Never Knew Love
I lie awake at night sometimes
And wonder if I cross your mind
Is there much you remember
Is there much you recall
When we promised forever
When we both had it all
The story's as old as time itself
But I'm glad it was you and no one else
And as tomorrow becomes today
I wonder if you'll cross my way
Will you remember my face
Will you remember my touch
When there was no other taste
We ever wanted so much
The story's as old as time can be
But I'm glad it was no one else but me
You weren't the first and you won't be the last
You won't be the future but you'll live in the past
But wherever we go and whatever we do
I never knew love like I knew it with you
Sometimes I see you in a face on the street
Sometimes I hear you when I feel my heart beat
It wasn't forever but at least it was true
And I'll never know love like I knew it with you
I can't help but know you're toxic,
Leaving me broken, twisted and sick.
I can't help the way that I'm addicted,
But I love the way that I'm afflicted.
I choke and I cough on your perfume,
Drowning in the feeling of doom.
I choke and cough the lies I hiss,
Left hanging for your addictive kiss.
I can't stop my heart feeling so sore
When you leave me wanting more.
I can't stop myself from fading away
Like the sound of all the lies you say.
You take my breath out of my chest,
But I still think your torture is the best.
You take me to places that I don't miss,
To leave me hanging for your poison kiss.
I can't stop taking your poison,
Breathing it like it's my oxygen.
I can't stop always letting you in,
You drive and calm the beast within.
My thoughts of us keep getting bleaker
As my sense of will keeps getting weaker.
My thoughts drag me into the abyss,
Leaving me hanging for your nicotine kiss…
Dancing over ice and snow,
Making our own rhythm and flow.
Letting the sound of silence
Guide this Winter's dance.
A sudden snap and crack echoes.
Our dance forced to a close.
Your hand is ripped away from mine,
Leaving only a black glove behind.
Hurled into a world of chaotic mess
As bubbles dance and coalesce.
Watery white noise fills my ears
Until a scream confirms my fears.
Sinking into a cold watery grave
Beyond where anyone can save.
As icy fire invades my dying lungs,
Bubbles stream past my teeth and tongue.
I'm falling where you can't follow,
Into the abyss and undertow.
White turned blue and now black,
I'm gone and I can't come back.
Staring back up at your crying face
Screaming down from the surface.
I reach out to touch you again,
I'm trying so hard I go insane.
The winter is tearing us apart,
The cold is breaking our hearts.
The water drags me from you
As I fall away into the blue.
Floating in the blue-black abyss,
Thinking of all I will always miss.
Trapped in this rollerc
Let's play a game.
Genetically impounded, rusty garage my game's board, love wrapped destiny my play cards, imagined: a role play, where play intersects humanity, start the clocks; smile, predator and prey are not imaginary-the hunt is it's name, scream out the game: it's time to proclaim, who is predator and prey, love smeared butchery my hand, what's yours?
Are the rules not plainly writ to see?
Confused are we? Urgh, let me spell it out stupidly,
Finders keepers: I care not if you die lonely
Can you not read, ha, perhaps stupidity is too clean for you,
Perhaps I shall dirty things up for you... perhaps I'll play this impossible game with you,
let me whisper it close to you
Tear down your hands, slap them down, break face: begin the crying like hail in summer... now's the time. Lonely rot, cordyceps confound you, come closer-let me taste you, feel the touch... before I leave you, bones cracking in your brain, shards of flesh only for you, not even pain to share
Let's play a gam
Mature contentKilling Me or Time joeyws91 6 7
When it comes down to letting go
Won't you let me know
How to heal a heart
When it's hurting so
It's not easy to walk away
No matter what you say
Tell me what I should do
How to get over you
You're Not Alone
If I could go back to the past, when I was a little four year old kid. I'd stand my your side, hug you and tell you its okay to be afraid. That you're not alone, that Jesus is protecting both of us.
Jesus is love,
Jesus is grace,
Jesus always puts a smile,
On everyone's face.
A school divided Chp3
(warning harsh language, and homophobia)
3rd pov: Grayson walked over to Oliver's table, and sat down. "oh hey Grayson" The younger emo greeted, his friends then got up and left, leaving the two puzzled. Grayson took Oliver's hands in his, and asked. "Do you wanna go out to dinner tonight, it is a Friday after all?" "Sure, where though?" "Olive garden" "Cool, how about 6:30?" "Yeah do you wanna hang out after or want me to take you home?" "Uh, we could hang out at my house maybe. Just gotta ask my mom, I'll text her now." Oliver got out his phone, and texted him mom. "she said sure" "So I'll pick you up at 6:30, and we'll go to olive garden then hang out at your house." Grayson listed "Yup, hey is emo attire okay?" Grayson looked a little shocked at Oliver, but chuckled. "why wouldn't it be?" So the boys had their plan for the evening after school, they couldn't wait for it to be in action.
After school Grayson was getting ready for his date with Oliver, trying to find a goo
A school divided chp1 / Chp2
Oliver's pov: Eating my lunch with my friends, or so called friends, I noticed them giggling and whispering. "what?" I asked my 'friend Lily smirked. "That Grayson guy, is totally checking you out." I turned and looked over, and he quickly turned away as he sat with his friends. "See I told you Olive, he likes you." My other friend Jeremy agreed with her "I think Lil's right, and I know you like him too. So just admit it." "I didn't deny it" Its true I do like Grayson, he's so cute, he's nice, and he's on my side of the social structure line, he's emo too. They got giddy, and started chatting about how cute we'd look together. "Your guys are such preps" I teased.
After lunch I was in science class, writing my notes. Grayson was my lab/table partner, I don't mind it. "Hey Oliver" I put my pencil down, and looked at him. His black bangs covered his eyes, till he flipped them. "You wanna be friends?" I thought about it for a second, but replied. "Sure" I then continued my work, but
He hides in his shell the teacher did tell,
Family shrugged-maturity crosses wisdom,
Smile scarred onto his lips, a turtle locked in death grips,
A tortoise on its back, shell buried in wet sand,
A trapped, caged, screaming band,
shell shock from hell
Tank not cocoon-weaponized not marooned,
Ammo vanished before nuptial battles,
What was a clash turned to slaughter,
As the chrysalis burned in fire
Heads above and down between; two,
Strikes to vulnerable twins brought the end to,
As quick as surely penetrating, shell rot spreading through
Mind above and only one there too,
Flip the animal onto a back tattooed with words,
Awestruck aren't you?
Desperate words unable to hold back the laughter crew
Turtle, tortoise, tank crawling through closed down
shells, cocoons, chrysalides cracking,
Sure words-they are meant to open,
Flower, butterfly, freedom,
Opened at the cost of a kingdom with castle moats of scar tissue,
But as the family said earlier:
Her Life Is A Lie
There was a woman who lies turned to flies.
They'd creep up her throat as she spoke falsely.
This disgust and distrust bred without concern.
She was ignorant to the truth and no one ever learned.
Any little jab that buzzed in her head
She'd spew it out and the vulture's fed.
Then come the flies to swarm her again.
The more she grew cold the more she lies told.
As they buzzed around her she saw people move away.
She would flail around and flies hit the ground.
And the lies that they carried were freed.
It got to where she couldn't move.
Twist a wrist kill and ten or two.
The more she killed the more people knew.
Isolated and trapped in a swarm of deceit.
She couldn't move and never left her seat.
Already all alone but she couldn't harm the flies.
She's told so many lies one might be her life.
A knight in white armour with death at his side
On water he walks and on lightning he rides
The shield and the sword lined in silver and gold
With a flame in his heart and a fire in his soul
You've got me on a wire
And I'm hanging by a thread.
You're my only heart's desire,
The only voice in my head.
I'm hanging by a thread of hope
That's tied around my fucking throat.
Please help me up or let me down
Instead of fucking me around.
Can't you just cut the fraying rope
Instead of leaving me a thread of hope?
Can't you cut the shit, let me know
Whether or not I should just let go?
You left me hanging by a thread,
Holding on to faint memories.
Cold and alone, I'm left for dead,
Hanging in Hell, I'm starting to freeze...
Out of Body (Out of Mind)
He sits all alone in a cavern of despair,
Hanging on to hope he knows is no longer there.
He's trying to find a way
To find more words to say.
He's almost lost his hold on
Reality and serenity.
He's losing his ways to hold on,
Slipping into insanity.
He's losing track of perspective,
Finding that lost is not a way to live.
He's out of body and out of mind,
Viewing himself and going blind.
Trying now to hang on
To life, not memory.
When he can't hang on,
Please remember me...
Why did you pour your love into me?
Poured tears born into rivers, but dams I built in front,
Drowning before your onslaught... my sole reaction a raging shrug
I discarded your baggage, ruthlessly sacrificed you as garbage,
Love I put in the shredder, what came out-I shudder,
Mother, oh mother, I wonder what became of our time together?
Reconciliation: I tried but failed,
It seems I only hugged your corpse, what remained; rivers no longer flowed,
Tears gone, seems I'm the only one left to make them go
The pain I feel will not repent, the guilt leaves nothing but the dams I built,
Fast asleep, will you never awaken? Scars I have left on you, I cannot retake them,
But perhaps you'll return somewhen, for I fear we'll not meet in hell's after show...
Mother, oh mother,
Where did the love go?
i. Short Poetry
Don't touch me i'm afraid,
Of the invisible razor blade.
A moment in a lifetime
A love song I could sing
Movement in the dead of night
That told me everything
A voice long since forgotten
Time that's been erased
Beauty forged in chaos
A kiss more than a phase
Love that moves the mountainside
A touch that parts the sea
The taste of destiny
Words that moved my heart to dance
And burned within my soul
The world at once at my command
I'll never let it go
Bending breaking bloodied baking
in an oven's sickness spreading,
Smeared across a white pure sky,
Teardrop one ink spot and
out until I die
in this oven built by life's unfairs,
Permanent colors smudge my retinas fused with welding flares,
Blindly stumbling crumbling through this oven's savage thundering,
A rotten throbbing gasping storm is brewing-is coming
The air no more, the sky though
I swear it swore, it would never be put out anymore,
Now blazing tempests roam, the oven swallows the sky I used to know,
I beg it, beg it, beg it: show me the sky once more, once more...
I am the ribcage once broken come back in shards spread on your face,
I have mixed your body with human paint I found on the floor,
There is nothing in your times of antiquity that steals away from my sentence,
I am your life's pallet scarred scared wrecked and disjointed,
The storm; a toxic smile come for-I am back once more
Locked in melting iron jaws I bre