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Will you fight?Please tell me you'll fight this fight for me?
I need you to help me
I've realized now
I won't do this on my own
If you fall I'll fall with you
I'm that crazy bridge-jumping girl people should have warned you about
Now it's too late though
I reach out a hand
Asking you for this last favor
Will you help me up?
Will you keep on breathing with me?
I don't understand honey...What?
I don't know what you're talking about honey
When you go on and on about all the bad shit you see
Every word you speak is leaking
leaking of sorrow
leaking of pain
I don't see it like that hun'
'Cause all I see is the good times we had
I see your smiling face
'cause you beat me in this game too
I hear your laughter
and teasing words
as I'm being all silly again
I feel your arms around me
as you pull me closer
in a hug to make me feel safe again
'cause you've scared me with that spider-thing again
All I see is smiling faces and sparkle-eyes
All I hear is a laughing couple sharing the secret of love
All I feel is butterflies in the sky and the touch of your hand on mine
So when you speak of this so called "misery"
of all this pain
that you've carried for far too long
It breaks my heart you see
'cause I thought you were happy, too
All for youFalling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
No, no you're not in loveOh I'm sorry
No, no, of course not
You're not in love
It's just silly me who thought so
It's just the way you smile when I mention him
You giggle strange whenever you're going to meet him
And not to mention that you write his name all over the place
You write poems to him in secret
And you talk about him, a lot!
Every fucking sentence begins with "Oh, Oh! You know what he ..."
Totally out of the blue you can start blushing and smile stupidly, just 'cause you think of him
Oh, and I almost forgot the way you freak out when he texts you...
But no, of course you're not in love with him
AloneI see you walk away
A hole starts to open up in my chest
It's so ... dark
The train is near
You can't stay, we both know it
But how am I supposed to keep the smile on my face when you're not here any longer?
Your soft touch on my hand
It says it all
How you press it gently
You don't have to speak a word my dear
I see it all
But how am I supposed to keep my laugh real when you're not here?
I can feel it in your hug
How you never want to let go
Oh, me neither honey, me neither
I won't ever turn the back on you
But how am I supposed to keep the hope alive when you're not here with me?
Everything you said
all the crazy shit
and especially that blue sparkle of yours
It all just bounce around in my head
Remember it so clearly
but memories can never replace the true sent of your hair
or the joy in you smile
How am I supposed to carry on when you're not here and those memories stay to be only memories?
I see it in your eyes honey,
that blue sparkle tell me you want to be there with
What do you see?When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
When you speak my name
When you pull me close
Are you really that broken?
So you no longer feel the love I give
The affection I show
Or the hope my eyes try to be
Come over here now
Tell me your truth
Show me those tears
And I'll tell you my truth
Show you my fears
I'll tell you about a girl
A girl who found hope in the most hopeless boy
Let me wipe the dripping sorrow of your cheeks
as I figure out what you need right now
Let me be the first person ever to be there for you
I'll tell you this story,
I'm sure you will appreciate it
the girl is cute and boy so strong
A happy ending too, just as it should be
Just as it will be
So come over here now
Crawl up into my arms
Let me listen to your heartbeat
so I can hear you be alive and healthy with me
and I'll let you listen to my calming voice
so you can relax and learn how to rely on someone
Then tell me, when you look into my eyes
what do you see?
Don't let it be loveDon't let it be love
I wont cope another unrequited crush
How many scars can the heart really bear
before it dies
and turn into a smoking pile of ash?
I don't know
But it can't be many more left now
All those times I've fallen into unrequited love
They say it's worth it
You'll break and burn
You'll crash into a million pieces
Then you have to spend the next following years
Trying to repair the damage
and restore your life back to what it was
But I never make it
Somehow I never get enough time
until the next crush break me down completely
Isn't that a little unfair?
So please, don't let it be love...
Yours one and onlyLet me walk beside you
Through sunshine and rain too
Let me hold your hand
Let me be jealous on that pretty friend of yours
Let me be your girl
Let me hug you tight
as I whisper "it'll be alright"
Let me keep you safe
Let me wipe those tears away
Let me be your girl
Let me miss you desperately
Trying to make you fall completely
Let me write you stupid love-poems
Let me cry out of fear for losing you
Let me be your girl
Let me speak your name with care
I won't go anywhere
Let me look you deeply in those blue, blue eyes
Let me kiss those soft lips
Let me be your girl
Let me show you how to trust again
I'll sew up that vein
Let me be happy
Let me give my love to you
Let me be your girl
I wanna be more than just another one of your friends
more than that girl who always shuts up and listens
more than a close friend
I wanna be your one and only
I wanna be the one you know will always be there
the one you believe in
Why can't you j
After The Last Written Word, There Is A FlyleafIt comes then; those black wings beating
and that wicked thing breathing hard
like a bloated child in a fog;
Like a ballooning bullfrog in a thicket
in and out.
Not as loud as death ought to be, I thought
but then again,
in moonlight everything seems like velvet vines;
like a lover's skinny fingers growing out of the ground -
The wretch will name me then
aloud from a book bound with paper skin,
and in it's time will weigh my sin; and I will wonder
if my dreams are added up against that weight -
or if the rest of me ever
meant anything at all.
It will raise my head to a gold sky,
and on the course I raise and pass
heavenly eyes that know my time is up;
the ticking of my clock has resigned.
deo volente consummatum est
It is finished.
Among that blessed harmony
God's hands I abandon;
remove a testament to prowess,
take the burden we all journey towards
since we stepped out the Garden's gate.
Upon a cloud in paradise, I attest
"I am Lazaru
Flicking through yellowed pages,
The crinkles smelling of dust and tears.
A human-induced God complex - authorial authority.
At parties, she hides behind her camera, just so
Someone gives her a smile once in a while.
Too bad she only sneaks candid photos.
Vindictive whispers cloy behind closed
Hands and hardened hearts. They vent.
An immunity to gossip; a cathartic release.
Peeping toms on laptop screens and
DVDs - it's only natural, apparently.
What is normal anyway?
BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when you cry!".
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
MuteI rip out my vocal cords
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
Scorpion"Show me your bones."
the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.
"I'm a scorpion, you know-"
a messy promise
& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.
"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
As She Gathers Herself,
Golden, Honey Drip
Down Her Back And I
My Face In Her In An
High and shiver with
Bliss and Drop To My
Blinking Blue Droplets of
She Just Powders Her
And Pushes Me
So I Begin To
Then I Feel My
Begin To Beat
To A Beautiful Woman's
She Winks And I
For The One And Only
She Names Me
At Those Who Go
Her And She Says That
BornEveryone is born with one special gift.
One talent; one passion.
We can learn countless other things.
We can be good or even great at them.
However, there is one thing we are born to do.
The one thing we can truly pour our souls into.
Our true passion.
Some know it right away.
Others have to search for it.
But there is one thing,
One special thing,
You are born to do.
I collect pieces of my emotions
I throw them like dice
To see where they will go
With no purpose to exist
I am naked in this mist
And all around is free of me
And the void lurks in
And pours itself into my brain
It evaporates my skin
It envelops my body
When there is nothing to loose
And there is nowhere to go to
I am simply sitting
I am letting it all be
Haunted...A girl is walking in the empty corridor, but something is wrong. She walks a little too fast, she's a little too hesitated. It's making her stumble, making her jump away from something you wont see. Almost as if she's haunted.
A shadow strikes by. A glance of a stranger she once knew everything about. She closes her eyes, walking faster, trying to escape, trying to get out of here. But it's all in her head you see, it's all just for her, almost as if she's haunted.
Voices, laughter, a secret promise so filled with love, she can hear it all far too well. But it's only a little girl, so defenseless, so scared, in this empty corridor. Alone but still with the presence of something, almost as if she's haunted.
But then the feeling of a hug hits her. It hits her hard, she has to run. Few steps in panic. A few steps before she collapses on the floor, no one is there, no one is near. Only the memory of something which used to bring such joy, such peace. Now it only brings pain, pain 'cause it
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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