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Golden DreamsDreams falling from my hand
Like small golden grains of sand.
I watch them, sparkle and shine,
Knowing they will never be mine.
They're stolen, one by one
Shot far from me by a gun.
One was plucked apart by love,
Another kidnapped by a dove.
Hate is sharp and tears them-
Pain's strength has crushed them.
I just watch them all,
In their golden waterfall.
HushTHE hidden name behind this face
The memories that time cannot erase.
Things no one wants to know,
Are things I whisper, quiet and low.
THINGS that may not seem much-
A gentle hand, her soothing touch.
Mistakes and choices that they made,
The red inside this burning rage.
I'LL wonder when I lay at night,
Who'll be there to hold me tight?
My heart longs to rise, to grow
To seek the answers I'll never know.
NEVER is what I hear at your name.
A hush, a whisper- Oh, quiet pain
You surround me all day long,
You are the music, but he is the song.
TELL me no secret and tell me no lie-
Don't say you love me, for I cannot reply.
My heart is tucked in a bottle away
It screams the words that I'll never say.
I'm My Own GhostI'm still in a violet haze,
Lost in the murmur of yesterdays.
Making a countdown of all the years
Tired of constantly fighting the tears.
My life moves on but my heart does not-
It refuses to simply be caught.
Remembers soft touches, a brush of a cheek
So many things that make it feel weak.
"Own person, own life"; They say it is mine
But right here is where I draw the line.
I gave it to him and he took it to keep,
He is who he is, for you sow what you reap.
Ghost, they call me, for so I am
Nothing more than the common man.
Now I lay me down to die,
So another is born and here I will lie.
HiddenYou ask me where I am
You ask me what I'm thinking.
You ask me to come out;
To stop this endless dreaming.
You coax me from the shadows
You coax me from my mind.
Why is that your fear,
Is never far behind?
You wish that I was open,
You wish that I was sweet.
Yet when I am myself,
Your heart skips a beat.
I wonder who I am,
I wonder who I'll be.
I wonder if you'll ever
Let me, be me.
I am: LifeIn the beat of the wing,
In the beat of the heart
In the beat of the dance,
I am the start.
Everywhere you look,
Everything you see.
In all that you hear,
There will I be.
From the mountains and the valleys
Where I am seen each day,
To the deserts and the low land
Where I am tucked away.
On this Earth I am a right
I am one for which all fights.
From my beginning,
To my end-
I am life.
Who She IsShe is the strong silent type
The one who always puts up a fight-
To stand her ground, to speak her mind
There's only one like her you'll find.
She seems reserved and lost,
The penalty of a too high cost.
Living in her own little world,
The pages of her life slightly curled.
The words on her lips die away,
No one listens until it's far too late.
Her mind had a false start-
So now she's gone and hidden her heart.
Her tears make her stronger than most
Eyes following a far away ghost.
And while she always stands alone,
She lives a life no one has known.
I pity the man who will raise his hand
When one day he sees her strongly stand.
One day she will learn to live-
Once she discovers who she is.
Don't Say a Word (71)Hush little darling
Don't say a word.
I'm about to tell you
Something no one's heard.
It's not quite a story-
It's not quite a lie
Yet the characters inside it
Have always been mine.
Once upon a morning,
Twice upon a dream-
Never trust the blind men
They're never what they seem.
I know that I've scared you,
I know you want to hide
But it is now a part of you-
It's written deep inside.
Quiet precious secret,
You can't say a word.
Quickly fly away now,
Silent as the-
Please- Don't leave me, please.
I can't seem to breathe,
Unless you're here with me.
I know you say you're there,
But do you really care?
Is that love on your face,
Am I truly safe?
You got a hold on me.
I'm down on one knee,
Please listen to this plea!
You see, you hold my heart,
And that's only the start.
Not even the worst part-
Am I truly safe?
Of Two Different WorldsA world that is black and a world that is white,
One that is daring and willing to fight.
Another that's humble and quiet and true-
One that is me, and one that is you.
You, who were raised to be silent and calm
Crush all your hopes in the fist of your palm.
Never quite letting your heart to be free,
Wearing the glasses that make you not see.
I was the one who was timid and shy,
Raised to be gentle, taught to be kind.
Learning each day how to be who I am
I lock my feelings in tight as a clam.
But you have become someone scared as a deer
Instead of the world, you can only see fear.
Anger is something that you took in stride-
Something that you've simply learned how to hide.
They say I'm wild and a bit off my head,
Because I'm the kind that will not be led.
I make my own path, trying to fly
Letting them see that I can still cry.
These two worlds, so different, have come to a clash
And we've made a decision that seems quite rash.
But what has happened is, and what will be is done-
Continue OnHow can I continue?
Down this winding road,
With all the lies I knew;
Becoming dark and true,
Like the sleeping thundercloud.
How can I continue?
Along this narrow lane,
I'm not sure if there is a clue;
Bleeding clear and blue,
Like the stinging winter rain.
How can I continue?
Up this towering hill,
Is it really old or acting new;
Breathing smoke and dew,
Like the snarling immaterial mill.
The sacrifice.the ocean sings
the bluebirds fly
the shells will scream
their silent cry
when divers come
to get the pearl
you raised so long
for a little girl
five years you were working
for the final move
get it ready in time!
For the final approve
he CRACKS you
he SMACKS you
he HACKS you
and you were just shielding
your little pearl
and while you are sighing
the diver is smiling
and while you are dying
the princess is crying
'cause you had to die
for the princess' delight.
Thirteen haunted years.
Thirteen cold bitter tears.
Thirteen memories linger and leer.
Thirteen days pass as death nears.
Thirteen screams that no one ever hears.
Thirteen foggy futures that never come out clear.
Thirteen cries for help that die when fate sneers.
Thirteen faceless figures that hear all helpless cries without ears.
Thirteen towering clocks that chime each passing life with dusty gears.
Thirteen windows that never break against the pounding fists and bloody smears.
Thirteen words that echo, echo, echo through the insanity your mind surely bears.
I RememberI remember everything
And I wish they would go away
These memory in my head
And these dreams, they are too real
I feel everything
The tears falling down my cheek
The sins pouring down my hands
The innocence washed away
I regret everything
And I know you do too
For trying, even when it fell apart
I still care, for me it wasn't the end
Things just do not go as planned
The harder you hold on to something
The more you suffocate it
But you won't notice
Till it's dead and gone
On The InsideOn the inside I'm alone
In my head there is chaos
On the outside I'm free
I'm calm and just me
I hang myself everyday
Under my skin I kill myself
What you see is a smile
What you hear is a laugh
A lost soul looking for a purpose
What does it expect to find?
Answers or the truth?
Cause am I really alive?
.:Seasons of Desperation:.Autumn approaches and the plants begin to die,
Leaves fall with the whisper of a goodbye.
And I miss you
Abundant brown turns to lonely white,
As Winter snow stirs a chilling fright.
And I miss you
Succulent Spring brings life to us all,
Yet why does it leave me feeling ever so small?
And I miss you
Finally, Summer comes around again,
Feels as though nothing can be obtained.
And as always,
I miss you
You will return,
But when you decide,
Is my concern.
Time is by far the most awful thing,
When you must wait for your love again.
This pitied girl of pessimism and dread,
Will only rest fully,
When her hunger is fed.
Love is the food,
That she craves for the most,
And without it her heart wanders,
In a precarious hope.
So as the seasons come and go,
And your heart grows hungry too,
Remember that I am lying here,
Waiting just for you.
And I miss you
InsanityCan you hear that?
Those voices -
Those demonic, frightening voices
Dull vibrations, static noise
Clear as misty fields in the dead of winter
Screams so loud they may shatter my skull
With their deadly bassline
Can you see them?
Why can't you see them??
Distorted faces, rotting flesh
Pitch black eyes and gaping wounds
Hidden in a corner; fetal position
"Our Father who art in heaven -
Hail Mary, full of grace."
It isn't real
This can't be real!
Futile reassurance lull me to sleep
Grasp my wrist and paint a perfect picture
Agonizing howls ring out into the night
Left with the scars of their mutilation
Silence falls as the knife hits the floor -
And they're no where to be found
He's The UnknownI'm looking in the mirror
And what do I see?
A boy that looks just like me
But this can't be me
He has a small smile on his lips
My lips forms a frown
His eyes sparkle
Mine are dull
His face is relaxed
Mine is full of anger
His hands are free
mine are tied
This boy in the mirror
Is my small mask
The boy I show
When I'm around
This isn't me
I'm not who you think
This boy in the mirror
He is the unknown
once.the world was wider, once: strewn bright
and willing to a fingertip's beckoning, riddled
with roads that spilled in breathless wanders
to otherlands of reverie. i remember
the promise i made a wild changeling child
before i bade her hush and say goodnight --
i've not woken her since: she sleeps and i steal
her spun-glass dreams for my garden
of wilt, ever longing to hold
the ghost-dance that spins by their dying light.
I am: PastI am always there,
And when you turn to stare,
I flit across your mind.
I haunt your dreams,
I give you peace
Our stories intertwine.
You cannot erase
So turn and face
The already written line.
You forget me-
You resent me
I am your darkest fear.
And though you may pretend,
I am here.
I am a rainstorm- I am the sun
I am a moonbeam
I am one.
I am past.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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