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Kissing in the rainKissing in the rain is cliche; I want to be kissed whilst feeling the sun on my skin.
Everyday, always.I want to spend every day of the rest of my life telling you that you're beautiful.
The LetterI place this pen on paper
Again and again and again
To write the words in my heart
That I can never seem to say.
I'd bleed a pint a day
Just to see you again.
Seven sunrises, seven sunsets,
Just to see you again.
I write this to you,
This love letter, this song,
To tell you just what life
Has been like without you.
I've drowned every day
When I couldn't hear your voice.
I burned in every way
When I could see your face.
I screamed to hear you say
That you missed me too.
Every day, every month, every year.
That I've lived without you
Has been hollow, empty
Of the sound of your laugh, you voice, your name.
I put this pen to paper
To tell you: I love you, I miss you...
I'd bleed just to see you again.
The DeadThe restless dead
Call to me
Whispering in my bleeding ears;
About hands wrapped tightly around steel.
Bloodstained bayonets and guns that peal.
The hungry dead
With blood on their hands
And swords in their mouths.
Rotting in trenches
Fighting their Fathers' wars.
The sins of the Fathers
A dept paid in blood.
By boys that are never coming home.
The blood price for a gluttinous generation.
The forgotten dead
Rotting softly to dust
In unmarked graves
In a foreign land.
The empty fight never won.
And the dead, the pitiful dead;
Lie in their graves again.
I Sat And Talked To God TodayI sat and talked to God today;
The first I'd done in a while.
We talked of many things...
I asked Him about love.
"Do you love this world?" said I.
"Look, with what art I have shaped
The world from my heart." He said.
I stood and spoke with God today;
To ask him about many things.
I asked him about controversy.
"Are homosexuals going to hell?" asked I.
"Look at the beauty that I
Have hidden in their hearts." He answered.
I sung my concersation to God today;
I asked him one thing.
"Is there anyone on Earth who loves me?" spoke I.
"I stand on this Earth, and I died for thee."
He spoke with a smile,
With outstretched arms he called to me.
Perhaps if you talked to God today,
He'll have something wonderful to say.
The HungerI can't speak for loneliness,
I can't think for bitterness,
I can't love for hopelessness,
I can't dream for longing.
Maybe one day I shall rise above,
And memoreis shall fade like seasons;
Blurring one into another.
And I will be content as the hollow girl;
Missing her organs, an unending ache,
Spreading from my stomache
And into my bones.
I desire a better world for you.
But like a selfish sickness
My heart still bleeds for you.
Oh, but let memory fade like photographs!
Let the sun kill the slefishness
Of my self-serving heart!
And let me once
Think of what's best for you,
And not seek to satisfy
The hunger of my needs.
RibbonsCut the ribbon whilst I'm screaming
It pushes against my skin like venom in my veins.
Never realize what you're seeing
Watch the flowers bloom all along the lanes.
Wondrous in all her beauty
Red lips, pale hair, white skin;
All the things that tend to make you moody,
As you take this breath in.
Just as I am, where I stand;
All the things that burn the flesh hot,
Never move across the changing land.
Remember all the things that I am not.
Things aren't at all right, it's all night,
Tremble in the hollow of her might.
TonightI said I could love you forever,
And hold you tight.
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear,
Kiss the lids of your eyes.
She said, I knew someone like you
who broke my heart;
And I wont let nobody in, tonight.
I said, darling take my hand;
And hold it tight.
Cause I dont want nobody else, tonight.
Oh, just cry yourself to sleep for tonight.
She said, you might want me here
But only for one night
I know, that sometimes we mean
The best of things, itll only last for tonight.
I said, girl I cant seem to hold you here,
Even for one night.
Cause you just refuse to see the love between you and me.
You can try and keep yourself aloof, tonight
Ill just let you cry yourself to sleep for tonight.
I said, I just need you to know,
Right now, and tonight;
That I cant go on living without you,
But I know I can make it through, tonight.
Ill let you be alone, and cry yourself to sleep...
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
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