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Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
tantric slaveI am your tantric slave
to your unbeating heart
I can hear you calling my name
and it's like a whisper carried across the ocean
And in all ecstasy I can't remember why
I ever fell in love with you in the first place.
While your hands caress my hips.
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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