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RegretIn a mere instant you mischievously took my breath away
If I'd only known that deceit and death would stay
The heat wouldn't have made me lay the world at your feet
Now I'm ought to pay the price for these faked seed
The moment I curtsied as deeply, kneeling before you,
I ignorantly sealed my fate completely, a bleeding sore
Steadily numbing me with grief eternally, you'll see
The effects of leaving me, a disease far from any healing
Why have you abandoned me? And why did I let you go?
But you, purity, have no footprints I could follow, even though
I should stop giving up everything I owe for you. I will
Face my throe since I foreknow it will never work out at all.
I concede my pursuit of you, every thought's now wasted and hollow
Lo and Behold, the atrocious truth I'm about to let implode
Infinite time won't be a cure for a broken heart nor an empty soul
You only become inured to the pain, a hollering everlasting shadow.
LossA long forgotten emotion,
Passion beyond comprehension,
Was set in motion, a consuming fire
Ascending from an once plain desire.
Now my head is an area of tension,
My heart a stormy ocean, conspiring
Against my sanity, acquiring
My sense of reality. Perception
Barely clear. Your crimson appearance,
Imprisoned me in a madly trance.
You didn't let me drop,
I was solid as a rock, unable to stop.
Bonded to pure temptation,
Copped for insane admiration.
What a frustration you thought
And became bored to the border.
You left and shattered the order
Of our world. Wincing even louder
I mourn my last summer,
Summoning the outworn winter
This gorgeous feeling,
Seeking for more glorious bliss,
But the world is amiss,
Evolving at an insane speed,
I am unable to keep
Up with. Unstable and emptied
I live, yet frenzied by a sparkle of
Fictive opportunity. Aching memories
Won't leave me be.
Ich binDer einsame Wolf
Belogen, betrogen, verstoßen von meinem eigenem Volk
Wider aller Graumsamkeit bewahrte Ich meinen Stolz
Meine Grün-blauen Augen
Brennende Entschlossenheit, kein Irrglauben
Kalte Leidenschaft um Seelen zu Rauben
Arroganz und Zorn beschatten mein Antlitz
Meine Macht ist das Wort, doch meine Klauen sind spitz
Mein Geist, mein Blick, ein durchbohrender Blitz
Dreaming close to the edgeI'm lying here calmly
With my eyes closed, fearless
I'm breahting steadily
The world revolves in darkness
I dare to dream
Of an amazingly beautiful scenery
A hidden scream
Rises to surface unconsciously
Letting myself drift through my soul's twisted paths
I hope to not get lost in all eternity
A raven resounding voice distinctively calls
To give in my instincts blindly
The voice: majestic - yet scaring
It attracts, lures, tempts
My mind, for my head to be aching
Holllering ghosts it exempts
The resolve to withstand shatters
I follow the absorbing voice
Reason stays behind and mutters
But I already made my choice
The voice has me under its spell
Now it lays down its mask
Revealing a devilish monster I could not repel,
And starts its torturing task
Anger, fury and rage rule me
I dared to dream
Fear, hurt and pain caused by me
All I do is scream
The voice makes me raise the bloody sword
Pointing it at the innocent child
And - I finally wake up. Peace restored.
For now the voice is exiled.
Forced to passivityNow I'm sitting here being ill
The worst: unable to finally fulfill
What I spoke of as the quest
For my will to ultimately test
As night's darkness nears
I desperately shed my precious tears
Wouldn't care if anybody hears
What stimulates my fears
My world has been shattered
A cloak of pain is all I wear
Oh, fate don't you dare feel flattered!
And what's left? An empty stare.
VictimYou are holy
The kindest person I knew
Your fate solely
A warm heart that only have few
What I sensed when I first met you
Innocence, purity, unconditional love
Noone couldn't like you, me too
Sadly the scapegoat was a dove
She first reached out to me
When the burning pain was unbearable
Pulled me out of hell didn't she?
Yet it didn't make her destiny less terrible
Is what ripped apart her existence
At least bloodless
And now freed of all ecumbrance
Your will of ember
Within your friends as defender
We live your memory
Through my empty life
No goal set high
Nothing to lead my way
And nowhere I want to stay
Friends I had
Nice people, nothing too bad
But my bonds are not made
For a long lasting charade
We talk, we have fun
Together but I desire to run
Away. I don't feel connected
To these people. I already shed
Too many lonely tears
Is it me everyone fears?
Still remains a certain wish
I know it's quite selfish
Someone reaching out to me
Discovering my personality
Showing honest interest
And being my best
Wishes rarely come true
I am eagerly waiting for you
Until then I am fulfilling my destiny
Being the lone wolf
ResolveYour goals were set high
Wanted to conquer the sky
But progress is missing
Your doing lacks blessing
Doubt and despair will come along
Marking everything you believed in as wrong
Fear will be the harbinger
And emptiness is what lingers
Your world is turning upside down
But there is one escape from the emotional drown
Your will can be your shield
If your hearts desire is the weapon you wield
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
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