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A Teacup Heart (94)My heart is like a teacup,
Full of cracks and ridged seams.
So many times I wake up
From a world of broken dreams
So close to breaking-
Will I be shattered again?
I watch the pieces shaking
How many times can they mend?
I blame you and you blame me,
And it goes on back and forth.
How many times do I have to see
That you are my true north?
If I pick up our teacups in pieces,
And we put them together with rhyme
We'd never smooth out all the creases,
But we'd stand the test of time.
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.
A Chaotic Peace (61) A clear chaotic mess is what I am today
No one understands the song,
The music that I play.
Knowing myself; understanding my needs
Yet wanting something,
That only makes me bleed.
Seeing clearly; standing for what I believe
But never knowing,
What my life's purpose could be.
Truly I am sane- I see both sides of the glass.
But sometimes too many elements,
Can create a storm- Can clash.
I can think- I am rational and calm.
Yet I am on the balance,
Waiting for love's Psalm.
I am just a writer- an oddball without doubt.
My peaceful pen and charming words
Are what let the chaos out.
EscapeI am a blurry reflection
In a mirror cracked by time.
I seem to have an infection,
Where everything has to rhyme.
I leave myself disgusted-
My case totally busted
I don't know what I see.
My mind is horribly twisted
How can I have existed?
I don't know who I'll be.
A heart in my hands
Slowly crushed by these bands
Of stubborn hate and fear.
A road of my own
Full of hopes that I've sown
Gently washed down by my tears.
What is there to say?
How can I escape
This prison I helped create?
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-
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-
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.
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.
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?
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.
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
-Drowning Nothingness-N o t h i n g brings in the
pain like this, like angry seas.
Waves crashing against my bones,
draining me in that endless throb
that encircles me like sharks in
open and untamed waters. I keep
waiting to just bleed out already.
Focusing, aiming in on their target.
Pain is like the seas, the great unknown-
growing as you keep looking down at the
darkness. Wondering when you'll be able
to come back up for air, most times it
truly feels too late. Filling me like
water in my lungs and I hate when that
is all that comes from my mouth..
The drowning nothingness that is my pain.
Abuse MeDon't take it in
Don't let the sadness win
Beautiful is the human life
If you open just your eyes
If you feel that no one cares
If you feel that no one is there
Then turn around
I'm right there
Whatever you do to me
I will always care
Scream at me
For in the end, I will always love you
If you're my friend, then I will take the beating
Take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head
I want the abuse, abuse me
Sadist - Chapter 9
Evening of the next day; Esther had just finished work. She walks outside to see Zehnder waiting for her, as he usually does. She smiles and walks towards him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk.
“Anything special today? Or just the usual walking around?” Esther asks, as she catches up to him.
“Yes, actually. Something more exciting, it should be fun.”
“Where are we going?”
“Again?” Esther sighed, a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry; it’s more exciting than those sorry asses that we dealt with yesterday. I think you’ll enjoy it. You got your hammer?”
“Yep! Right here!” Esther opened up her bag wide enough to see the top of the hammer in it, although she didn’t take it out; someone might see.
They walked along; Esther was excited for this special event. She felt that is was going to be a happy day for the two of them.
They arrived at the park as the sun was almost f
Sadist - Chapter 13
The six policemen pointed their guns at Zehnder, a little unsure of what to do, as they were in the presence of this intimidating being.
“Hands where I can see ‘em!” One of them shouted out.
Zehnder snarled at them.
“Esther, stay behind me.” He said quietly to Esther, and stood in front of her.
“We can take them on, right?” Esther said back to him quietly, and took her hammer out of her bag, “They’re not so tough!”
“No. Stay behind me.” Zehnder took her hammer from her and tossed it to the side.
“Fine.” Esther grumbled, but obeyed.
“I said hands up! . . . You!” The cop yelled.
Zehnder growled. He reached up and pulled his bandanna down, revealing his blank face. The skin around where his mouth should be ripped open, baring his crimson teeth. Black blood poured from the ripped skin and down his face.
“W-what the fuck is that thing!?” One of the cops shouted, frightened.
Sadist - Chapter 7
It’s late, and dark. There are hardly any people around, but still Zehnder walked around like he normally does. Esther is following him, joyful that she can finally be with him. Zehnder walked silently, and when he passes by anyone he only turns his head slightly to look at them; they never notice. He seemed to be looking for a worthy candidate.
After walking around for about an hour and a half, Zehnder finally sees someone that he feels like killing. The person seems to be young, maybe still or just out of college. They were walking a large dog, a German Shepard.
Zehnder muttered under his breath “What the hell kind of idiot walks a dog at this hour?” He began to walk across the street; they were still a little ways away from the dog walker. Esther began to follow him, but he turned around “No; you wait here.” Esther stopped obediently and waited.
Zehnder reached the other side of the street and began to approach the man with the dog. The man didn’t
If DeathWhat if death,
Was one breath-
How would you live,
Through your last day?
Scream to the world
"I love you",
So all may know it's true?
Spend all your money,
Or save it for a miniature you?
Close your eyes in shock-
Then live your life again,
Longing for one more word to pen?
Smile with your family,
Hide the time from them?
Do you desperately pull,
Yank at the hourglass
Glued firmly to the table?
Does your mind go blank,
If death is only,
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