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He promised that he'd watch over me.Like a Hawk and it’s Prey,
You are patient and gentle at first.
You lurk in the depths of my mind,
Playing and toying with me,
Pressuring your hunt until,
You have trapped me.
That sleek, cool persona becomes deadly.
Your sharp movements are too smooth to avoid.
You know what you are doing,
You have done this many times before.
Your swift movements are fluid and,
I am at the mercy of you,
Knowing what is about to happen.
Alarm bells ring within my mind,
But there is nothing I can do to prevent this.
Your claws are too deep within my skin to stop.
All I can do is follow this chain of life and,
Feel the pain you inflict.
Feel the passion as you do so.
Feel the blood gush out of my pulsing, frail body.
Feel the last breath upon my skin.
I look deep into your eyes as you cut me off from existence completely,
Falling under your trance once more.
I'm not going to fall like a piece in your Domino“Shh, it’s Ok”
Hush, don’t fret
Stop worrying about if’s and buts
I’m willing to lead
Just go with the flow
This is our natural course
So take my hand
Come this way
I’m here for you,
Don’t be afraid.
That’s what they always say.
Wake Up‘Look at me and whatta ya see’…
A girl who can’t seem to stop dreaming of what life could be
She can’t seem to wake up
And see the reality of her wondrous life
Always wishing upon a star
Never realising the power of god
While a man sits beside her
Until she opens her eyes
And she her dream before her.
Oh why must we dance in the dark?Why not me
It’s a question I ask a lot
Why not me
I’m just as pretty
Why not me
I’m just as smart
Why not me
I’m just as good as her!
As everyone else on this damn planet!
But then a guy asks
Why not her
She’s just as pretty
Why not her
She’s just as smart
Why not her
She just as good, no better!
Than everyone else on this damn planet!
But I’m too busy questioning why,
That I don’t realise that he’s the guy,
The guy who will make me shine deep within the night sky.
Don't do it like the moviesDon’t stroke my cheek
Although I long for your touch.
Don’t smile at me in ‘that way’,
However much you make me blush.
Don’t look into my eyes and see me whole,
Even though only you can do that.
Don’t kiss me so soft and tender,
But yours are the only lips I want to kiss.
Don’t wipe my tears away and hold me tight,
Yet you are the only one who can make things right.
You can fold me into a paper airplane and make me fly.
Can someone turn on a light?Confused and lost
I don’t know how to feel.
That the silence is deafening.
That it seems nature.
‘X’ marks the spot but I don’t know the path.
Oh please help me find me way back.
Please be HappyPlease be happy.
That is all I wish for.
Although you will never feel the same way,
It doesn’t mean that I will stop caring.
So take her hand,
Hold on tight.
She is the one that will keep the light in the night.
You are meant for each other.
I should have known.
I see that now.
She is a beautiful sight.
You always had that ‘special connection’.
But my feelings don’t matter
Towards how we could have been.
Just please be happy,
Just for me.
My Ending...I laughed at people wishing
I mocked the shooting stars
I criticised children dreaming
I shouted at reasoning
I abused god's prayers
I blamed everything and anything for my ending.
Medias and Societies ReasoningToo fat,
Too much of this and not of that.
I don’t have enough talent,
Just about average,
I’m a little too strange to make the cut.
I don’t have the quality,
Too naive to understand,
To useless to make it.
These are the reasons,
These are the excuses,
These are the so-called-facts,
As to why I am worthless.
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
1969, and time goes oni imagine you
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
My leap of faithI dare to dream
A dream so big
A dream so wild
A dream so sweet
I strive to fly
To fly so high
To fly so long
To fly so fast
I leap to feel
A leap so strong
A leap so great
A leap so wonderful
I fall to understand
To realise the truth
To realise the reality
To realise the bitterness
The madness of my life will always be bittersweet
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