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It will go awayPain is only superficial in my head
blood flows and tears fall
Try to hide everything I am
and stand in the shadows of
Remember the pain will
go way and I'll live to
face another day
Tears falling from my face
about how you broke my heart
How I loved you
gave you my all
and you let it all go
Now I wear the pain
instead of living it and
Pretend I dont love you anymore
Power of LoveLove it can make us weak in the knees
Hearts skip a beat smile without knowing
Think without showing
Fly with no wings
Love can make us hurt with no show
Kill for one
Break every second
Lose what was given
The power of love has us
pinned down beyond compare
to any other feeling
Love doesnt ever die
But just fades away slowly...
SecretBehind my eyes, there is a secret
a secret that you will never know
It burns inside of me like a fire
I lie awake thinking of you and what we could have
I think of how much you cant see whats right in front of your eyes
you will realise what you have once it walks away
once it cant take much more
of your silly heart schemes
I stand by you maybe
Just maybe, my heart has had enough...
Title with no nameI watched you leave leaving
wet ashes in each footstep
If leaves would walk away
in the wind each one of those
leaves would be you
If this mirror like this
world would break in my eyes
I would still be able to
watch you leave
I saw your back disappear
in the distance as much as
I saw the other half
I saw you walked away
I watched you leave
as I watched the rain
fall from the cloud
of my eyes..
If I didntIf I didn't need you
Why did it feel like a lie?
If I didn't want you
Why did I let my heart die?
If I didn't care
Why did I hold on so long?
Everything I shared
Until the day you were gone..
No titleThere are no words to fill this void
Survived by faded memories you sing
familiar songs whose lyrics now escape
Now these sounds and visions are
those you miss the most and
and the heart whose gentle fires
We find replacement in this cold
solitude We pray for fields of
gold, blue skies and peace
Dare we find tranquility
as there are no sentiments
expressible to calm
The beast that roars its sadness
There are no words except for those
Unknown TitlePretend that everythings alright because
when everyone thinks your fine sometimes
you forget for awhile your not.
Let your pain flow through.
This life was only meant for finding out the truth
What do you do when smiles go away?
When everything changes within one day?
What do you do when love falls through?
The worst feeling isnt being lonely but
forgotten by someone you cant forget
to look back and see how things used to be
knowing it will never be the same.
They say what doesnt kill you only makes
you stronger well some of us are just
too sick and tired of being strong
When you drop a glass or a plate on
the ground it makes a loud crashing
sound but as for your heart
when that breaks its completely silent
Its silent and you almost wish
there was a noise to distract
you from the pain
Sometimes pain becomes such a huge
part of your life that you expect it
to always be there but you
cant remember a time when it wasnt
But then one day you feel something else
something that feels wrong be
Nothing mattersWhen I was very young
Nothing really mattered to me
But making myself happy
I was the only one
Now that I am grown
I will never be the same
Because of you
Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
everything I give you
All comes back to me
Looking at my life
Its very clear to me
I lived so selfishly
I was the only one
that nobody wins
Something is ending
and something begins.
You only hear what you wantWondering what I have done wrong now
There's always something
and i'm supposed to figure it out how?
Your breaking my heart
Just that little bit more each day
I dont want to break our love
but I dont see any other way
we were made for each other
shared our hearts
from one to the other
but now I have to go
because your love for me was never so
Shouting and screaming again
your hurtful words they fly around my head
Each word cutting deeper
You didnt listen to a word that I said
I said that I love you
But you didnt hear me
I might as well say that I dont need you
and you wouldn't know the difference
Because you only hear whatever you want
and never open your eyes
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,i might cut my hair if it didn't remind me of you,
but just like the fade from september into the pits of october,
i'm not alice, this isn't wonderland, but i am just as surrounded by things that yell,
"eat me! drink me!" and they don't say it but i know they'll all make me bigger,
sadder, fatter, too big to fit into a house, my arms my legs come shooting out,
everything i feel is just too loud-
i should be better than i am.
i should be taking the world by the shoulders, shaking back its shoulders because i am a storm, i am a force of nature and you will take notice-
but my winds are quiet. my rain is sad.
i'm too afraid to swell up in full vigor,
to take what is mine in case it's taken from me again,
i will never forget what you did- in camera flash moments, in sharp moments-
to leave me broken.
there are some cuts that never close up.
there are some things that never get spoken.
and there are some things yo
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streets
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
Slow Your RollSlow your roll; take one day at a time. Life is easier to process in small doses. Do not be concerned, with the shit you can’t change, because that’s just a waste of time. Keep your eye on the prize, but don’t let it consume you, else you’ll find no joy, at the end of that ride. Do the things that make you happy, because you’re no good to anyone, without that.
The music we hear today...In my opinion, The true meaning of music will die shortly,
Since people only care of being big and famous and get money for their own,
And they never share their success unless they'll gain some glory,
But they'res some people who makes music to make people feel better,
or who explains what the world looks like in their eyes,
And the best part, they'll never be traitors,
Like the ones who betray the way of true music,
Those people were called emos, Satan's children, or just plain weird,
because most people's taste of music is getting more sick,
But, I'm one of their fans and that's what keeps me stronger,
And in the future, I want to destroy someone else's sense of "justice"
With the power of true music, and to regain our peaceful order,
Because, I don't want our future generations in pain or just plain shallow,
If I do that, I'll save the true music in no time~!
The Tears.....If Tears could build a stairway
And memories were a Lane.
I would walk right up to heaven
To bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say Goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knows why.
My heart still aches with sadness
And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to Lose you
No one will ever know.
If I could have a Lifetime wish
A dream that would come true.
A thousand words can't bring you back
I know because I have tried.
And neither will a million tears
I know because I have cried.
You Left behind my broken heart
And happy memories too.
I never wanted memories though
I only wanted you.
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