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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.
Change this lifeHiding in the shadows
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
A lifeA life
when i stimulated the prayers of rib-beat
when i licked the temple of my teeth,
speed pushed my fingers shaped like confessionals
clasped holy, carved my throat to fixing-
lover; i did this for the anthem of your eyes,
the feel of strangled feet crushing the fame of stars
for the glow of streetlight worship, for the moons
of your crooning throat, for the halls of your arms,
the strayed revels of your arms,
lover: you manufactured a god out of the drugs i used
and had me addicted to the divine, to the dignity of music
you pressed in my direction: just what i am, hallelujah,
marijuana, day and night-
lover, i fell in love with your culture
that preached the real definition of dusked kneecaps,
the plea of closeted throats, the whisper of bless,
unlearning how to say please god in borrowed tongue,
i fell in love with your attention, nervous grace
lover. i levied the rubble of my sins
Even The City KnowsIs it at all easy?
Being by yourself, I mean.
Sitting in a car, on a train, on a bus--wherever you might be now, isn't it hard to be a drifter?
There are no men with newspapers, no women with strollers, no love-crazy teenagers, no annoying toddlers, no anybody.
You stare out the window, like there are people out there, calling your name. The trees are out there, and they've lost all their leaves, all their buds--they've lost everything, just like you.
The sky is out there, and it's gray and colorless, just like you.
The stars are out there, and they're so blown-out-of-proportion, and they're just like you, too.
But the trees, the skies, the stars, they're used to being left alone.
You lack the ebullience of your drink, but it, too, is fading.
Frost has gathered on windows, on the ground, on rivers, everywhere.
Frost comes and goes, just like you, when you finally melt away.
The city draws to darkness and quiet--it disappears, just like you.
But, even frost
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmith
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
Synesthesia - III have learned not to say
when your voice burns under my tongue -
learned not to shiver
at the cold of sirens on the street -
learned not to describe
the pricks and strokes and touches.
I have learned that skin cannot hear,
nor ears feel
(whichever it is).
How strange to think:
I may travel all my life
and never find a lover who can hold my laugh in his palms.
Death to the LoversHe screamed,
He tore his hair from his scalp;
But it didn't bring her back.
The beautiful girl
With the gorgeous smile
And witty remarks
Would always lay six feet under.
She would lie in her death bed,
Her arms folded on her chest
And her face full of peace
Known only to the dead.
He would be the first to rot.
First his health,
Then his sanity.
She would forever feed on his emotions
Like a pretty little leech,
Sapping his well being
And happiness from her underground world.
And he would let her,
For a fool like him
Who allowed himself to love,
Where my corpse is foundAs I lay here,
On the guest room's bed,
My grandmother exchanges the oxygen
for the delectable scents of cinnamon, sugar, candy.
She does this through the magic of baking
Gingerbread Men, Gingerbread Houses, Yule logs, Candy Canes.
While I smell my cruel ex-boyfriend's suffocating tangy cologne.
I hear the laughter of people outside the streets.
Their loud, cheerful voices show the huge smiles on their frost bitten faces.
While my ears hear the bitter melody of arguments.
My parents' failure to stay together as promised in a holy place
caused my lovely imprisonment here at my sweet grandparents' house.
Through the slight opening of my door and through the windows,
Color penetrates the Darkness I have worked hard to create.
One usually embraces the Illuminating Decorations.
While I lie down here to reminisce my friends
Who are Traitors;
Proof of their conniving betrayal was the broken art project
of A Christmas Star
sitting alone on the floor.
People at this time feel w
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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