MineDaylight creeps inSoft feathersWarm cottonI stirrI wakeLight brushes my cheekI turnThe clock chimes sixThe floor is coldA breeze ruffles my hairToday is my dayToday and forever
The terrorThe bloody man comes in my dreamsHis screams terrify my slumbering heartOozing evil with each step he nearsHis mouth fixed in a forever gapeTeeth all gone, jaw brokenHe limpsThud snapHe drags himself closerI want to run but I can'tI want to hide but there is no safetyI cannot moveThen as if a cruel twist of fateI awake drenched in sweatTears dribble down my faceWhy does he visit meI do not know the answerI am so mortally terrified of the specterAnd yet I know nothing of himAm I a silly little larkFlitting mindless from tree to treeNever thinking of the higher worldI hope I can one day find the meaningThis night terror can only end thenFor now I must endureThese agonizing hours of sleepWhile the bloody man haunts my dreams
My tigerMy cat believes himself a tigerHe stalks his prey with careAlways ready for the pounce, he watchesSpecks of dust float in the airHis whiskers twitch slightlyThere is a flash of fur and then a plopThere is my fierce tigerWrestling with my beloved flip-flop
TimeTime, spaceAll is relativeOne minute to meAn hour to youWe are days apartAnd yet right next to each otherHow can one communicate with someone in the past?I reach out and yet all I feel is airMy hands pass through solid objectsI realize I'm seeing the pastAnd the presentAll at onceNothing is ever as it seemsDay is nightNow is thenTomorrow seems just likeYesterday
beautyCrimson lipsIvory skinEbony hairSapphire eyesThese are what I wish forTo be lovelyInhumanly beautifulI wish I was wantedI wish people loved meFor more than just my friendshipI wish I was noticed as I passFor that last glanceTo know that I am beautifulI wish I could be reassuredI wish someone would hold meTenderly embrace my soulSee the scared childUnderneath the cool exteriorSee the blood dripping from my cutsKiss the tears from my cheeksI wish for light through the darknessI dream of warmth out of the coldI long for a companionA human I can share my inner dreams withI hope that someone could reach throughThe cold waters of my soulLook into the glass of my deepest fearsGaze into the orbs of my painFeel the emptiness of my beingI can see the porcelain crumblingI can feel the wax meltingRed dripping flames tormenting my mindI can no longer stay blinded to my feelingsIt is finally coming outThe floodgates have opened and there is no going backI love you
how silly life truely isIt's amazingThe feelings one can createFrom a simple touchA brush of the handsElbows nudging each other at the moviesIt's like electricity,Running from the source strait to the heart,Tingles spreading up and down the spineThough the cold, emptinessWhen that contact is ended,It's nearly unbearableThe heart aches for more contactThe mind tries to softly discourage itVoices from nowhere sprout and argue in your mindThe conflict over something so simpleShould I run my finger across his hand getting my soda?Should I make the simplest contact?Why is the decision so hard to make?Why can't life be simple?I am so confused.By the time I decide,It's all over and I've missed my chanceOh how stupid the wantings of the heart are
Snow QueenShall I find thee all in ice ensnared,the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,trapped in a wet and wintry grave -the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?They brought you here, their souls enslaved.The altar where your minions prayed -a brilliant diadem of ice,the offering that your cold heart craved.They linger here whilst you enticetheir frozen limbs as sacrifice.Their wizened hands by you declaredthe chosen few who paid your price
A Sad DayPlease don't let him bring you downI don't want to watch you waste awayI wish I could run to your armsAnd promise you a better dayI want you to surrenderThe awful games you playJust for once in your lifeI wish you'd ask me to stayI watch you from my windowAs you give into his demandI know you just want to be "cool"And you think I don't understandBut as the days fly pastAnd I wait for your callI start to think you don't careBecause I'm nothing at allThen I get depressedAnd slowly wither awayI can think of nothing elseExcept that one dayWhen you told me I was yoursAnd you loved me trueNow I look in the mirrorAnd know I'm nothing to you
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofte
Losswhatshe askednot smilingshould I do nowliving with the memory of your losses?
IndependenceOnce the wind caught on the seaAnd its dress snagged upon the crestsLike a girl who couldn't help fallingFor a boy with too many cracksThen the wind tumbled between the wavesCrashing with the water when it couldn't find the sky.I always wanted to live in the sky,Wrap clouds around me--dip myself into the sea--And wander into roaring wavesOf emptiness; Rush as the sun crestsRush like wind and water into the cracksOf myself, so that maybe I'll stop fallingFor people who can't keep themselves from fallingDown, and who won't quit looking at the skySo they can avoid all the cracksIn the sidewalk as they weave through a people-sea.Well, I'm not used to riding the crestsOf others' success; I'll make my own waves.So though my hair falls down in amber wavesI fear the strands will keep on fallingAnd my white-wash hands in lunar crestsWon't show you a spacious skyUnless you want to seeThrough star-spangled cracks.Eyes and eggshells shattered, tiny cracksAnd the tears stre
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameMyself again--I heard it in the song:A mordent on a note he held too long;A stutter in his voice. I heard my nameIn these and felt a happiness the sameAs when I saw him first. Oh, I had longedTo hear him sing again, but this last song--It was so beautiful. And it remainsThe best of human works, though none shall hearIts sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tuneThrough vast arpeggios and Death's expanseExcept the dead. It will not disappear'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
none2Love is a mythTime is an illusionGive me your strengthTo be a better person