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Be My Future For a WhileBabe,
There's something I've been wanting to say for a while,
just the thought of it makes me smile.
I sit alone and day-dream, dreaming the rest of my life with you
So I dream, and I dream for a while.
In this dream, this dream I dream all day,
life's okay, we kiss and smile.
We share one bed, we share one house,
we share the life of our sweet child.
I know, my thoughts run wild but,
my heart is the one to blame
when I say crazy things like
"We can even share my last name."
You don't have to feel the same if it doesn't make you smile,
but just know this is how i feel all the time,
all the time every once in a while.
I love you Brenda
Exposed Flaws and Personal HellsTeeth clenching and eyes burning
My body frozen and stomach churning
I pull at my hair, I confess to a wall
Shove these pills down my throat to erase it all
Doesn't work (it never does) Only breaks down the thought
Of the world severing my limbs and leaving me to rot
But I suppose, instead, I can go back to my corner
And make you all see what's beneath all this torn fur
Am I such an utter failure
That I have to constantly be rebound
By the mistakes that I have made
That I wish could be rewound
Well go ahead and expose my flaws
Turn this boiling blood to tar
Because you call me narrow-minded
But oh my, how wrong you are
I've never heard of being remembered
for thinking like everyone else
So stop telling me who to be like
We all have out little personal hells
Yet again, another mistake has been made
Once again, it's been shoved in my face
Still again, you crave to be obeyed
And again, with these false accusations in place
I've spit out these words you've placed in my mouth
And have repla
A Word or Two for the Girl I LoveYou,
More captivating than the midnight moon
have made me happier than I've been in years,
Lost for ever so long, you've walked me through this maze,
you've banished my doubts and fears,
With a love that is anything but wrong,
let our love song sing on through tears,
Because every morning,
of every day,
are the reason my sun appears.
I Love You Babe <3
Love Speaks For The UnspokenHello pretty girl
Will you be my friend?
We've had our beginning
But will you follow me to the end?
And even in the end
Will you continue loving me?
Because an end without you
Is a short eternity
I give a grin
You smile back
From your heart that fills
All the things that I lack
To comply with your needs
Is a need to comply
So when gravity fails
Let our love take to the sky
And so that day comes
When I do not see you
When I sit around all day
Writing "I love you's"
But those days I cannot choose
Whether I win, tie or lose
So I just hope and dream
You're writing "I love you too's"
I know.. I get tongue tied, I get quiet
My thoughts always slip away
But do not think it means
That I have nothing to say
You've tightened up my screws
You've made my lonely heart unbroken
So when I say that I love you
It speaks for every word unspoken
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to begin
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
Step 1- Give her love that weighs a ton
Step 2- Just follow Step 1
Do you believe that
Love at first sight
Can be as quick as a hit-n-run?
Step 1 is just the beginning
Because I've only just begun.
So i've found out where to begin
It begins with you and a cute little grin
Sitting next to me under a starlit night
Because every loss streak ends with a win
So if you ask me
A Sound Unheard From A Love UnsaidDoes the heart make a sound
Besides the beating and the pound?
Does it cry out and sing?
Singing you, I have found
When the lights were out
My heart did not shout
Did not scream, did not beat,
Did not wander about
Now I think to myself
"Was it I that found you?"
On a shelf I lied, dusty and used
With a heart in your chest as beautiful as you
You dusted me off and made me brand new
When your eyes met with mine
My heart finally made that a sound
Besides the habitual beating and pound
It cried out and sang
"It was you who found me
It was you who saved me
It was you who changed me
And it was I who's heart speaks true
In this poem that was made for you
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.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
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
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
For The Chance That You PhoneFor the chance that you phone
I've left my body leashed at home
Tied to the tree with no need for sun
That feeds off of all, and a tip, leaves none
But just in case you ring
I've left my senses there to bring
Company to my tied up shell
That if sat alone is a hollow hell
So just for a second, let's say you'd call
Who would answer first, my body or a wall?
Both the same, a frame lacking a soul
Both no-named, healing a permanent hole
So now, somehow, I'm hearing your voice
I assure you and I sware that my words are not just noise
I've tried to come to you, but have never seen it through
So now I'll shackle up my soul so when i answer, I can say
It's for you
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