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.ME.Somehow I end up alone, always one way or another
is it that strange, that it is not your fault but my own.
I could end up blaming you, yet my tears only tell me
that this is my very own fault, my blame as it is mine.
I like to dream, that miles away is where I belong
that my salvation lays there, my neverending peace
my heart now doubts it, because alone I am crying
without you there, crying quietly alone in my room
I believe that crying is weak, yet some say I am wrong
but I do not believe them, beacuse these tears are weak
and I do not got the strenght to stop them, cursed tears
their falling down, neverending, your just as weak as me
I was born as everyone else, pure and innocent. As you.
But i ended up as something deeply different as I grew
as if someone had torn of my wings, I grew tainted.
But I cannot blame you, becase this is me, my fault.
I cannot wash off the stains that is burned into me, my soul
I cannot change the dark blood my soul have spilt, nor you
I can look in the
Black Wings - the startMy name is Ashlee, now I feel so old, so grey. As life passes by I keep remembering them, everyone who ever mattered to me, some faint, and some so very close to my heart as it just happened yesterday. As years passes I may forget again, I might forget them all. But one thing I do know, I will never forget him. Kai was his name; I've told people about it, some assume it was all a dream and it never happened. It's not one of those happy summer tales, with happy endings and flowers everywhere. Where should I start, it may sound like the beginning of a million of other stories. But this one isn't some lovely fairly tale, this happened, this is apart of my life. I was young, 15 years old. Hadn't even seen any part of the world expect the little town I grew up in. I had just gotten my first heartache, my first crush; David was his name had been a friend of mine. The last few months he had been flirting with me, calling me sweet names and giving me the impression he had some feeli
this known pathwalking down this path again
my entire heart is screaming no
but my body just wants more
i have been here before
last time, i ended up broken
but this time i just cant stop
and i am scared, yet i cannot stop
if i ask, they all tell me to stay
don't be blinded by fear
so i stay, to look what this time will bring
whatever it is, i'm sure i'll stay strong
for i have survived up til now, i can again
.l o s t in e t e r n i t y.walking around in the blizzard,
looking into the darkness
am i really lost in eternity
for when i think of you
thats how i feel, so lost
lost in the sweet sense of eternity
and am i not always thinking of you
then, if it feels like this
aren't i lost in eternity
it's such a sweet yet cruel taste
being so lost in eternity like this
like a trapped fairy in a glassbowl
something so beautifull,yet painful,
my heart is shaking, worse then a thunderfall
like its about to break or something worse.
lost in eternity, what an odd feeling.
this feeling im having, is it sorrow
or is it peave, lost in eternity - both
.:: your name, my scar ::..:: your name, my scar ::.
it's hunting me now, never easing from my mind
wherever i turn, your name is whispered from my lips
pretending your forgotten, stopped talking about you
yet, in my mind, your name never disapered away.
sometimes, just sometimes i get a urge, a deep urge
to burn your name into my skin, the name i cant forget
put it someplace i can hide it, yet watch upon it.
just to make your name disapere from my mind, your name...
i don't want to forget, i want to remember you, like a warning
but the burden of these heavy memories, pain, such pain.
it becomes to much, and i know it will break me. only break me.
i try denying it, i try forget it. it only gets worse.
somewhere miles and miles away you are, i don't know where
and i cant seem to stop missing you, yet your never coming back
when i know i never knew you, i only want you here more
your name, is my scar. because it will burn forever, and ever
close my eyes, and all i see is you, the memories you left me with
.:. her ::.Oh, princess, why did u come
to save me, help me.
Is it a selfish act,
or is it mearly out of love
or out of wanting to help
oh you dark angel,
why did you come back
when you once left for good
when i thouth i was safe,
so i no longer could hurt you
why did you come to me,
when you know the pain
i once caused you, o why and why
its all i ask, because i dont know
because i want to know
or is it only, that your born this kind
that you don't want to see people hurt
or is it that you want to understand
to know, to read people.
Is it a game to you? Or is it kindness
either way, i am greatful
for you, to come around
i dont care, for what reason
your soul, heals.
do not mistake: a love poemback then, when you where mine
then, i loved you so highly.
Do not mistake that love
for something as simple as lies
those words i told you
they where ment for you.
Those nice and warm words
ment for you, and only you
my love for you, used to be so strong
now time has gone, we went our ways
my love is changed, as we both did
do not mistake that, for lies
back then, when you where mine
then we were happy, for awhile
life moved on, our past remains the same
yet in a calm sense, i love you still.
.: best friends forever :..:: bestfriends forever ::.
that was what we was,
that was what we said
best friends forever -
our magic words
hand in hand
like nothings wrong
we enjoyed life,
as it came everyday
the bad, the good
we remained close,
never to drift away
my hand seeks yours -
and your gone,
you packed your bags
and walked away,
going out somewhere
and leaving me alone
the words forever,
crushed infront of me
all lost in darkness
and i still look at the sky
asking where you are,
you've forgotten me yet
or if your still thinking of me
once we where
best friends, now -
we're only doomed
to be strangers
another baka poem bout cutingthe pain fades away, as the tears fall down and blood spill
the pain fades away, as another bottle with pills go empty
all the nights i cried myself to sleep because of you
i just want to forget it all, all those times i did forget
somehow i cant forget you any longer, as every memories
every moment i shared with you, is stabbing me deep.
the pain fades away, as i cut myself deeper and deeper
and i force my pain away, with all the wrong things
someone ask me, whats wrong, wonder if I'm okay,
and all i do is look at them, with tears in my eyes
because every thought i have about you, kills me on the inside
to the end, where i go insane. breaking slowly, dieing on the inside
the pain fades away, yet i still find myself crying
the pain fades away, yet my heart is still bleeding
and everything around me is reminding me of you,
everyone around me telling me I'm thinking to much
yet my heart don't let go, my heart keep hurting.
and i don't understand, why i cant move on. I'm still crying
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
.:: Broken Childhood ::..:: Broken Childhood ::.
I wish I could be the one you were proud off,
I wish I could be as perfect as you want me to be.
But I know this pain only exsist as a provement,
that I am not the child you want me to be.
I wish you would be interested in me, and in my life.
I wish you could care, but these tears only prove,
that you don't, that I'm not the child you want.
You still turn your back to me. Like I'm not there.
Your not a bad person, your eyes just never search for me,
as I do not live up to your expeditions, I never did.
You rather cover your eyes, and ears, for the wicked child,
that child you brougth to life, because you do not want me.
Some day I know I will find a place I belong too,
a place where this pain will fade away, even if scars stay.
But I know, that some day will be without you,
because even now, you still don't accept me.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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