E xquisite sorrow
bring forth the holy grail of grief
bend and bow the muse to me
to sing of lost loves entropy
let's drink a toast together
from this bitter sacred cup
the finest vintage
Please don't spill
Don't make me lick it up...
The night is here, so my hands are working. When the night comes, and everyone goes to sleep, the real me comes out, the tears don't have to try and stay in, and I don't have to wear this mask, as if every move I make, and every word I say, is going to be carefully analyzized...
Many a man grieves
Taking up the stick.
The wind makes a pile
At my back door;
I can’t see the tile-
Must sweep the floor!
With broomstick in hand
The dustpan, too,
Just as I planned:
I know what to do.
But as I commence
The wind starts to move...
Daddy don’t you worry, Daddy do not fear,
just have another beer, to make them disappear.
You’ve had another nightmare, a dream that’s all too real,
But beating up your children, must one day lose appeal.
Oh Daddy- do you even care?...
It’s 10 o clock...
skill or wit to feel the heat of anger. However, to be angry at the right person, for the right reasons, in the correct degree at the right time is very difficult. Like a pot set on the stove to boil; if you don't watch it, the heat builds and before you realize it, the pot has...
into them eyes
I see an angel in disguise
Even though angels never cry
When I look into them eyes
I see perfection hidden by the dark, another disguise
You will never be alone, angel eyes
When I look into them eyes
I see a bad past, mostly because of a guy
But I promise you...
lie the thoughts that plague life. None more perplexing than the infamous, WHY?. Why am I alone? Why can't it be me? Why me? Over and over it buzzes around, like a fly in a dark room swooping past your ear while your eyes are closed. It disturbs your peace and you open...
I sit alone
on this mossy old stone
on a cold wet winters day
and I remember places
and loved ones faces
they all seem so far away
I don't really care if your reasoning
tells you that I am strange
cause your red neck ways
won't leave you room
to face the tides of...
I still see four smiling children
eyes full of love and trust
and a bitter deceiving serpent
feeding on the dust
We may never understand
the minds of evil men
Could it be part of a greater plan
to teach the sinfulness of sin
Is this the fruit of our...
after 11 in the evening.I feel her coming. I know when she is imminent. I can hear the footfalls, as she steps away from the pavement. I can smell her, wanting me, it’s on the very scent of her. I had learned, in recent years, if you can become the man she longs for, she...
and held it out to the moon
It was light, it was glowing and full
I wondered how it came off so unblemished
As though it never had a wound…
In a way, I thought maybe it reflected the luminescence of the great Lune
Maybe it has… or maybe not… Who knows?
I tuck it back into...
when I seem to be asleep. It is almost like the clouds do not want me to see the beauty of the little droplets of precipitation.
It seems as If I miss everything. The rain last night, The friends I once had, Feeling important. I miss it all. But no matter how much I want it all...
O nce upon a time
I thought I knew what love was
but lady, I'm not so sure if I do now
some where down the line
I thought I knew how to trust
but way back in my mind
I've forgotten how
I just can't take it
I just can't fake it anymore...
Don’t look for me when the day draws to a close,
And thoughts arise of peaceful repose.
For I have gone to that place of shadows and dreams,
Where nothing is really as it seems.
It isn’t all that bad you know, and the pains no longer with me.
For time can heal the...
just in time; And Justin- makes my who-le world rhyme.
(and I say)
Justin, just in time; Justin gives my heart a beaming Chime.
In Springtime as the Sun does shine, your lovely waking eyes meet mine.
I don't care what the others say, your smile for me, it will repay.
As side by...
Oh lovely Layla in the morning sun,
Lovely Layla, please don't run.
I see your eyes and your pretty nose,
just what you're thinking, I'd love to know.
Oh lovely Layla please come to me,
In a happy life, I want you to be.
To be with you in years to see,
My Lovely Layla...
Sure I wasn't happy but I wasn't this low.Ok so I felt lonely, but I actually am alone now.You took everything away from me - you criticized everyone I loved in my life until I began to think it myself. Worst of all, you didnt even realise you were doing it. Baby I want you to...
This what word describes this? A need. A…A…craving. Yes. A craving for something that you want so much it hurts and you know it’ll be ecstasy to have. Something you’ll die trying to get. Something that is just beyond you’re reach and when you stretch past your limit to...
Everyone loves her
They said she will grow up and be happy as she get so much attention from people around her.
As she growing up
Everyone still loves her
They said she is a great kid
And she is going to be successful in the future.
When she reached 13
Only some loves...
world, but it sums up how I feel almost every day of my life....
Sitting in a dark space.
I am surrounded by the sound of silence and my thoughts.
I loved you once.
You loved me.
And now you have left me here to die.
scared of what I have become.
where you knew you were
over someone but your heart said otherwise?
Have you tried to busy yourself but you find that
your mind flashes to moments from your past?
Have you ever been in the same room as someone
and find that your gaze keeps wondering to them?
Have you heard...
Was it wind or rain or raging sea
that took you away from me
Was there something more
on that southern shore
that made you be a memory
I can see you now with your hands held high
against that dark and threatening sky
with a bottle in your hand and a glint...
they notice when her moods swing. Her bed has a permanent indention from the days she couldnt find a reason to leave it. She treads the world on tiptoes, afraid of stepping too heavily and breaking something because she knows all too well how hard it is to fix the broken herself...
more than just a disaster
How many times have you said it's okay when it's not so no one would be worry?
How many times have you hurt your feelings just so you won't hurt others?
How many times you ignored everything so you could comfort someone?
How many times have you...
never talked to me, never looked me in the eye. Like a old broken toy, I was left in the attic to rot and turn to dust. My fair skin was made out of porcelain and I would have a smile painted on my face. I was breaking, like glass. I was shattering into a million pieces. My past...
To make me paralyzed in the bed where I now lie.
Sleeping the days away.
Waiting for it to be over.
Waiting for everything to be okay.
The tears that I shed,
Will never wash away the paint I go through,
The sadness that makes me hate myself.
But yet, I show everyone a...
and love turns to hate, then why do you hurt me?
You see something beautiful, but all I see when I look in the mirror is something ugly.
Something with scars and burns and blue eyes dull and full of self-hatred.
But I hate you, and you love me, and I love you, and you hate...
and I'm not sure when I wrote it but it must have been years ago:
Drown childhood dolls in the communal swimming pool
paint pictures of photographs you took under water
diseased bodies bearing swimsuits for newborn babies
I spent my summers holding my breath and coughing the...
are the reasons that my heart breaks everyday
I feel like breaking out of my own body
Getting out of my way
But my heart keeps telling my mind that it's okay
It's not okay
I'm loosing it
Thought I was holding onto that rope of reality pretty good
And now all I can do is put up...
That blank stare. Those eyes that see you, but ears that don't hear you. A mind that doesn't comprehend emotion. A heart as cold as ice. The gestures of annoyance when you pour out your heart, yet simultaneously laced with a patience to seem that they have heard. The...
How much love
will it take
to overcome hate?
How many acts of kindness
can still the cruelty?
Who would stand
against the madness
are we strong enough
to stop a mothers tears
Are there more of them
than there is of us
nothing will last;
birth ends in death,
(an early grave,
or a late one)
future or past
no one knows
a sea of days
wash over us
like a riptide
we call our life
a waking dream
sorrows take hold
all things pass
My skin is my heart.
So why do you want to tear me apart?
If you love me, if you ever loved me, how could you?
How could you never see the truth?
I'm right here.
I have feelings.
I have tears.
I have blood.
And it flows.