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Ice And FireCan one care too much, that one may lose himself? I would rather be lost in snow and trees, than be lost in your eyes. Not that they are cold, nor harsh, but to gaze into them and see such beauty; How did your soak up such warmth if not stolen from the Sun?
It may be cold and below freezing, and you may be away, but as time continues, chosen paths may change, and as far away as you may be, I tilt away from you, my heart still slightly frozen. Yet you still radiate such brilliance, and find away to warm my heart.
Angelic wings(Its a bit jumpy, i had some idea where i wanted to go with it.)
She holds a coffee cup in hand
as she waits for winters frosty kiss
Her hoodie, always pulled over her knees
She sits up, looking at the night sky
each star a suspended snowflake
each star a loving soul, embarked to find home in the eyes of the created.
Snow fall like tears, crystallize, become angelic
and her wings known to all under her.
A sparing gift, so willingly given.
Her eyes a majestic beacon of hope.
Stare into her star-lit eyes.
For winter has no hold over her,
follow to her now, her star-lit eyes
and now again, be free.
and as he snuggles into her hoodie,
know of her love and kindness
she may not see her wings,
but we have seen her eyes.
Natures BlessingsThe rain drips from the tips of leaves, preciouslife, so fickle to stay.
The grass below holds the dew of the midnight rain, on the tip of the blade it holds. Unrelenting, to quench the soils thirst.
In between, the birds do fly, softest feathers gently kiss the earth, as the wind whispers apologies of broken trees. the sunflower bends to the sky,
Its brown eye stares into the sun, the pedals flutter to wave hello to its distant cousin.
Each sun beam shines on the flower, the sun beaming with pride.
When the wind pick up, a supportive friend, as the red breast takes flight.
She is destined to learn the skies. And the wind is proud.
Pens and PuzzlesHow do we piece together a puzzle?
when the edges are worn out and torn.
so forlorn are we, under the cratered moon
so where do we begin?
Search for the tape, the safety pins, the gauze,
thread the needle,
stitch it up,
Dress the wound
Pressure the cuts.
We carve out puzzles on our skin too difficult to solve
never trying to resolve them
they become more complex as the maze races along our wrists
But we soon forget why we were running.
Eyes become the pens and pencils,
tracing our mazes, and in the confusion, they give up.
As we gave up the resolve to finish our own puzzles in our head.
Paintbrush ParadiseYou are my muse my friend.
A walking inspirational paintbrush
coloring my life in such details!
Always showing me the greener trees,
Shading them in for us to rest under.
Oh! How every bristle shows your true colors!
WeatheredYour distant from me now
A satellite in orbit that i just can't see
Or like footprints on the moon.
I wish that is where our friendship resides.
where no dust storms or treacherous tides,
could erode the empire that we've built.
i am a rock on the beach.
Pick me up and examine my beauty,
but never learn of the currents that brought me here.
Those currents eroded our bonds.
Now the broken chains litter the sea.
Perhaps if i was a rock on the moon,
you could have seen the rest of me.
PanicThis might sound weird,
But does anyone else have that one song that comes on
And your entire body just
Like, it's a perfectly good song,
No frighting lyrics or anything
But still the very intro causes your stomach to tense
At first unable to identify the source of the problem
Then as you hear the drops of piano
That lay as calmly as dew on a spider web
And you realize it's happening again
Memories come back to haunt you
A flash back brought on by a simple series of sounds
Memories you don't want to relive flow through your mind like a river
Tearing your fingers off of the cliff of sanity you've been gripping on to for so long
Ripping you away into the unknowable and unforgivable darkness
You curl up
Knowing that whatever is happening isn't real
It isn't real
It isn't real
but it feels so real
Slowly you come back to yourself
Gathering up the broken pieces and fashioning them together with crazy glue
Stitching the fabric b
a bubble of silence
no words, no
loud enough to erase
while I step on my own reflection
in the cold concrete.
a shadow of quiet
no flames, no
deep enough to hide
while I rest near the roots
of a dead willow tree.
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.
Lost in the ColdI fell in love one summer night.
The moon was shining
The stars were bright.
My mind was eager
His touch was soft.
Gone was meager
He said he loved me.
I said yes.
We strolled 'till morning
On a lovers quest.
Fully trusted I with him.
Soft eyes, sweet tongue, heaven sent.
I thought I found him,
My true love.
But alas, my affection was not enough.
I lost my love
One winter day.
Three false words
And one mistake.
The Breaking Strainsinking into the inky abyss of subconscious,
a deep gravity of uncertainty amidst the obvious,
a shallow pit filled with the waters of regret,
mistakes and promises to block out the sun overhead,
a deep shadow of agony to fill the bottomless void,
punctuated by the shrill cacophony of a beating heart,
gasping for air as the whispers fill your lungs,
and rip forth from them the breath of a new day,
struggling in discontent between screams and panicked breaths,
a mocking joke of life to pull oneself from drowning
Don't hate meYou’re too stupid to understand that I roll my eyes at your comments. You’re too busy explaining why I’m so unlovable that you fail seeing that I don’t care about your opinions. I’ve lost all of my respect for you your drunken asshole… the respect I once had for you is long gone but still it hurts. Listening to when you tell me that I will never be anyone. That I will never find anyone who wants me because I’m stupid, unwanted and a failure straight through. Do you know that I’ve cried because of your words?
You destroy me a little bit every time even though I know better than to believe in what you say. Usually I find it flattering when people tell me about my flaws and usually I tell them that at least I’m human enough to treat others well but you’re family. I know you’re not my mother or my father but you’re supposed to love me because of who I am – your blood flows through my veins.
My mindIt feels like I am the last of my kind,
Once there was a time when others could see what was on my mind,
I could confide,
I keep running - nowhere to hide,
Not even inside,
out out out,
It makes me want to shout,
I need to get out out out... - out of my mind!
A LetterI hate you.
Im at the top of the world,
and all I can think is that I hate you.
You cant love me.
Why cant you love me?
I've cried for you,
bled for you.
I'll die for you too,
if that's what you want.
I gave up everything for your dream,
and you threw it all back in my face.
You ruined my life.
Stole my childhood,
I'm wishing I could have it back.
to the days when I could love you.
where our only worries were,
getting to the swings first,
and scraping out knees,
instead of hurt,
I've sacrificed so much.
Given up everything to make you happy.
You cant be happy.
You cant love me.
Why cant you love me?
Spending TimeThese years pass like no other. One would believe that time begrudges; spending it so nonchalantly as if it was a poorly made investment.
Perhaps my bank will accept my watch as a deposit. Or perhaps i shall invest my time in these pages, and when I want to withdraw back into my head, back in time; I shall be the richest.
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