He cut her deep across her heart

With each word that spilled from his lips
a new cut in her heart bled again
she could not stop the pain the hurt
the cruelty of words
and when she spoke to try and soothe
deep searing eyes of hate and pain
would make her cringe and turn away.

But once he saw her tears her pain
he'd try to heal the cuts he gave.
She'd try her best to show him love
to show him that his soothing worked
even though the cut still bled.

Yet not long after he soothed
one foul step she'd cause his hate
and once more he'd cut her deep
the words that spilled from his lips
made her wish she could die in sleep.

She told herself she could change him back
the 9 months past were just a phase
he'd return to her just as he had
the cuts on her heart would start to fade
and they'd be happy like ever was.

But still the next day his words cut more
and nothing could save her from the hurt.
With every word and every look
he cut her heart more and more
till slowly the pieces began to fall
and like a woman not herself
she began to walk a weary trial.

With eyes downcast
and wary steps
she began to watch herself.
No more could she trust for his support
yet the strength to leave him
was not there
and so slave to her own broken heart
she stayed with him to weak to leave
treated like a slave of the olden days
forced to keep her eyes low in case she should enrage
as he cut her deep across her heart
continuously without stop.


Death

The wave of sorrow
hits as though Pandora’s box was open
nothing could keep the wave at bay
as the halls fell silent.

Death
peculiar yet needed
but sometimes unwelcomed.
Those that we know
leave our sides and we grow angry
wish for them to return
to come back and live again.

An unending cycle
and unending pain
and yet nothing can be done to stop it.
Some would say it's the person’s time
while those they tell would curse fate.
Others would speak that it is just chance
and if something had been done different
the pain the loss would have stayed away.

Death
peculiar indeed
and the pain that it brings seems like a horrible thing.
Nothing can stop it once it's found its prey
yet those of us wish to keep it at bay.

The crash it took someone away
and I am forced to sit
and watch as my friends break.
I can't do anything
but sit and watch them cry
for every soothing touch I give
and every soothing word I say
feels like a lie.

Death
a horrible thing
something I wish I could destroy
so if only to see my friends no longer break
and to see the girl that crash took away
come back and smile as though the day never happened.


As children watch

Harsh callused hands
they grip hard to the cool neck of a drink
drunk again
and yet she stayed nearby.

One foul step her body flew
and to the ground she fell
the bruise upon her cheek was harsh
but still she stood
did not depart.

And when his hand it flew again
skillfully this time she ducked
now knowing from experience
that one strike would not be the end.

His cry of rage it shook her
as her little ones they cower
she screams for them to go upstairs,
and in turn loses her concentration
then his fist connects with her side
throwing her against a wall
she slid down and the little ones began to scream.

The angry hiss from his lips
pushed through the hazy blackness.
She pushed quickly to her feet
and grabbed his hand as he went to strike
with one more screech at the children to leave
she winced as she was thrown over the coffee table.

And through the pain she felt relief
as she heard little feet run upstairs
she heard the sounding slam of a door closing and locking
then the grunt as her husband in his drunken rage
once more rounded to do her damage again.

By the nights end she was battered and bruised
yet somehow made it to the stairs
and pulled herself up to check on her little ones there.
She could hear the cries
the terror in ones voice
as she knocked on the door and promised it was only her.

Upon walking in the room
in more of a hobble then the dignified way she meant
she saw the anger in her sons’ eyes
and knew he was no longer too young to relent.

Her daughter she sat on a bed
a teddy bear held tight in white hands
and once she had that one calmed
she kneeled to calm her son as well
only to see the fire his father had held
and at that thought the evil man yelled her name
and kissing her sons’ head she scampered his way.

Finally about 2 in the morn'
he was sound asleep a bottle in his arm
she picked up the 20 some odd drinks
threw them away and slinked up the stairs
to sleep alone and in pain
until the next night when it would start again.


The Crash

She stares upon the white curtains
of the hospital bed where she lay
a girl no more then 17
who lost all that she had to live.

Just one mistake had taken her down
just one moment to ruin her friends’ life
the family so much like her own
now in tears and feeling like they could die.

A fallen CD had caused this sadness
and a moment to late she tried to brake
having bent over to pick it up
she did not see the truck in front.

The car it went head on
the engine crushed into her lap
her best friend flung from the seat
having not worn a seatbelt
his skull was crushed on impact
he ended up in the others car.

By the time the team got there he was dead
but in her head she could still hear his cries of pain
the pain in her legs a fire of its own
and the hot engine slowly burning at her clothes.

Finally they got her out
she passed out from pain as they pulled
but she couldn't move her legs at all
and heard in the voices around her
she would never move again.

They cut off her crushed legs
and so she lay in a hospital bed
staring at the ceiling and instead of crying for herself
she cried for her dead friend
realizing that even with no legs she was lucky
yet she caused his death and wish it had been her instead.


Death A Soldiers Grave

Buried deep beneath the ground,
love doesn't reach,
there is no sound,
happiness has been unfound
nothing left but the ground.

You visit him every day,
the tears you cry they make him ache,
nothing left not a trace.

Flowers left besides his grave,
you cry for the life you gave,
child gone no laughter left,
yet your tears fall,
the grave is dead.

The flowers die,
the ground is dry,
nothing lives above.

Death unwanted,
death unwelcoming,
no longer visiting,
no longer crying.

In the ground is where he stays,
the sky is where his soul aches,
but as long as war will always reign,
the ground is where he will stay,
this is the soldiers’ fate,
the fallen hero's,
final resting place.


Hiding in Darkness

She hides in darkness
slowly wallowing in her own pain
slowly dying
withering into nothing.

He pushed her down
till nothing could bring her up
he showed her how unimportant she was.

He was better
she was trash
she had problems
things were bad.

He pushed her to the bottom
and now she can't climb back
everything was different
no longer can she stand the harsh words.

He bruised her
he hurt her
her emotions were awry
nothing else could bring her alive.

Dead inside is what she has become
no longer does her future seem so bright
no longer does her future seems so right
instead she sees failure
instead she sees nothing but darkness.

He pushed her down
so far into the ground
that no longer can she stand-alone.

She became the joke
the person that could come to nothing
the one that would never reach her dreams.

And so he continued to push her down
if only to shine brighter.
He continued to make her a joke
if only to make her light dimmer.

And so he pushed her so deep
in darkness she hid
till death will become her keep.


Hurt

Years ago
You ruined my life
You took away my childhood.

You were supposed to be there
To care for us when they were gone
But you used the time for wrong.

You touched me
You never got far
Only moved so much.

The memory
It still gives me nightmares
I was forced to grow up so quick.

I hid it
The things you did
Till you had moved
And we could do nothing.

So now no justice will ever come
And so my childhood will forever be gone.

I don't remember your face,
I don't remember your name
All I'll remember is the fear and the game


Field of Flowers

She sits in a field of flowers
butterflies flying past
the smell is absolutely tranquil
and she's at peace.

But then she is shaken awake
stares with fear into blood shot eyes
as a fist is raised
she cringes as it makes contact with her skin.

She falls from the bed
a cry torn from her lips
she didn't understand what she had done
until he approached her and she smelled the rum.

He had drunk himself
into a drunken rage
and so she quivered
as he began again.

He tossed her down the stairs quite hard
broke her back and so she screamed
the pain worse then she could bear.

The hospital was like a dream
but no one knew the secret pain
as he faked his surprise and concern
pretending he was at work when she had "fallen"

The nurse she did not believe him
yet feigned relief that he was there
silently the months went on
and he grew angrier with each day she wasn't home
and three months after her horrible "Fall"
he dragged her out and back home
didn't care of her pain at all.

He was cruel
called her a gimp
for she could barely move
called her an unwanted burden
tore her hopes to shreds
he cheated
he laughed
he didn't care.

But then she ran
far away
changed her name
her hair
and so as long as she is cautious
she sits in a field of flowers
safe as she regains mobility and strength.


Soldier Lost

She lays her head down to sleep
yet dreams do not invade
instead a deep darkness comes to stay.

When she wakes up
she feels as if no sleep has come
yet she can't return to slumber
the day has just begun.

Breakfast at first was no wonder
but then a man came to her door
dressed in uniform an envelope in his hand
she shook as she took it from the man.

Scared as she opened it
she knew the worse had come
her beloved soldier
was not coming home.

Tears fall from her eyes
as his casket is brought down the aisle
family friends and soldiers there
it was something she had not imagined for a while.

Now her soldier slept in deep slumber
slowly lowered into the ground
taps is played from trumpet
and shots are fired as he goes to rest.

Home she goes clutching the medals and flag given to her
home she goes to an empty bed and house
home without the man she had loved.


Dark Vortex

A girl she sits
shackled to a dark vortex
slowly her strength is waning
he hope is losing.

She used to struggle
wait for the day to escape
hope for the light that had been lost
but now she sits
losing all hope.

But the light she has been waiting for
the escape she had so needed
finally has come.

The chains they fall away
but the vortex try's to make her stay
it bruises her
abuses her
to try and chain her again.

But she keeps walking towards the light
and as her foot hits it
a bang is heard.
She falls her hand clutching her chest
as she pulls her hand away
she sees it stained red with blood
and slowly as she dies
she reaches for the light.

The vortex it approaches her
a gun gleams in the light
yet she is no longer shackled
but she had not reached the light
so she lays dead
with unseeing sight.


Destroyed

She screams as he ties her
She begs as he strips her
She wanted nothing more then to escape
She wanted nothing more then to get away.

He laughs at her attempts
Grins as she begs him to stop
His hands wanders
Where they were not supposed to be.

She screams more
Struggles futile
She can't move
as he gags her to keep her quiet.

More then anything she wants away
As he destroys her dearest treasure
The thing she has been saving for that special person.

She cries in fear
she cries in pain
she cries in loss.

When he is done
He forces her kiss
Then leaves her bloody and tied.

For the rest of her life
She walks with scars
Unable to do anything else
For fear now rules her life.


The Portrait of a Killer

The brush slides across the canvas
dark red blood dripping as the artist puts his final touch
he had worked on this masterpiece for many weeks
and only now had he found the right color to finish it off.

Stepping away he lets out a cackle of happiness
his art work now complete
he turns to smile at the woman tied with his sheet
"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked dipping his brush in the pool of blood beneath her.

The woman whimpers softly in response
as she stares at a portrait of herself
tied against her own will
bloody and beaten
with a dark figure near her
no face to match it to
just as there was no face to match to the artist.

The artist laughed again and ran a finger along her skin
"That was the perfect color to finish off my portrait" he whispered
she shrank away as a nail dug into her numb skin.

The artist grins and turns looking at the painting he had completed
the dark form mimicking his own
his masterpiece showing his own psychotic heart.

Now the painting hangs in a museum
The title exactly what it was
"The portrait of a killer"
yet no one knew the inspiration
of such a beloved piece of art.


Mans Cruelty: Her Killer

Small hands reach up to grab his finger
but he pulls from her in disgust
the rapist, the murderer, father of the angel
stares down at her with hate.

What right did the woman he abused
have to bring his child into the world?
What right did the little whore have
to not kill the tell tale sign of his mis deed?

The very sight of this child,
this begotten bastard of his rape
his show of a true mans power,
made him sick to his very core.

The thought of the bastard child
and the whore mother whose innocence he stole
drove him crazy with rage
and he knew neither could live.

With one swift move
the child
the proof of his deed was dead
no prints left, not a single hair
he'd come prepared.

The gasp and wail of the whores’ pain
for the loss of such a menace
made blood with anger rush through his veins.
Turning for his attack
he slammed her back.
Took her once more against her will
his whore, the girl who could have been his end.

He showed her his power
the strength of men
till she was broken
and fell still, no longer struggling.

He grinned with power
grabbed up her hair
asked her who she was.

She was his
his whore
his toy.

Then looking at her with clear disgust
he tossed her down
stepped and crushed her pipe
whore she was he would not have
but be her an example
of a mans power
cruelty
and lost.


Broken

In your eyes I see it
how much you could care less
the promise you had given
now laying broken in my hand.

The bruise that had broken it
rested solely on my cheek
the promise of never raising a hand
now nothing more than empty words.

It started as a simple fight
then turned into one of our worst...
I don't really know how it happened
what I did to deserve your words
and the back of your hand upon my cheek.

The tears they escaped my eyes
ones of despair, betrayal and pain.
Nothing you could do could fix my life
the way I viewed the world
nor the way I could not stop my cries.

The promise you had broken
was more important than your promise of marriage
the promise to never hurt me
like the others before had so readily done.

And so with broken promises
I cry into my arms
as you stand there watching without caring
your eyes now the hardest glass.

So the promise lays in my palm
broken into a million pieces
with no way to change things back.


Lovers Murder

His hands held tight to a bloody knife
the wicked smile crossing his face
he carved into the very thing he loved
that laid before him now cold and dead.

He took his knife wiped bloody hands on his pants
then leaned over once more
to cut her down from chest to Naval.

Pulling her skin apart he closed her eyes and smiled
thinking he released his lovers soul
he leaned back done with his final task.

Sitting there he looked at her
bloody carved
but in his mind he still saw her beauty
leaned foreword and kissed dead cold lips
blood smearing over his lips and cheek
as he sighed then smiled down.

Only to watch in slight horror and fascination
as his lovers eyes seemed to open to stare
he shook in fear and wonder
as she stared up with love.
Then with a cry of frustration
he carved his own arm to match hers.

Leaning down he kissed her lips
apologized for the world they had to live in
then with a great precision he plunged the knife into his heart.
Fell dead upon the very thing he lived for.

And in the shadows a figure chuckled
red eyes a flame with the couples death
to die for love and to protect
he shook his head and left.


To Die of Love

They drove around bends
the road dark and reclusive
they had found it hidden from the world.

Stopping in the middle of nowhere
They step out and examine their guns
Fiancées’ looking at each other over top the car.

They step back and around
one already bleeding leaving a trail on the ground.
She had seen the real world as it was
rape and violence and gangs
now she was sure
that they could not last
in a love so cruel to others.

Cocking his gun he looked to his love
now hardened by what she had seen in life
death was the only thing they could think of
to make sure their love never left.

They both took aim
and on the count of three
the shots rang loud in the trees.

And they fell dead
hidden among the trees
to be found by a ranger happening by.

Upon examination of the dead girl
they found something carved into her arm
"With this world as it is
we die to protect the love we have
to make sure we don't lose it
as time wears on
because of the stupidity
of our own sinned race."


Suicide of want

Her breathing it did quicken
as the knife drew across her breasts.
A small trickle of blood followed
sliding down a quickening chest.

Her eyes couldn't close
held open but the worst contraption.
She couldn't control the quickening of her heart
or the fear that reached her eyes.

The man before her, her father owed
great sums of money he had to pay.
And so in attempt to quiet it down
and to acquire more money for his own grubby needs
sold off his daughter to the highest bidder
the beautiful girl a toy to any mans needs.

Soon through drugs and torture and pain
an addict to sex is what she became
scars reminded her of what she was to do
forced to pay of her fathers’ dues.

The man didn't visit nor did he care
his want for his money consumed his very air.
She became his break his ability to do as he wished
as long as she continued her job
to service any man.

But soon a man came to her bed
to call for her to wed
he paid a hefty sum for her
took her back to breed and wed.

Now under the roof of a horrible man
drinking wine to keep herself sane
she realized her life now different
and cheated on the very man who saved her.

Her secret betrayal she doused with wine
sent the money to the betraying father of hers
kept his debts at by as usual
cutting her inner most thighs
she was able to keep from having children

Soon she would die
soon they'd find out her lies
but the damage was done
she was addicted to sex like a drug
because of her fathers own money needs
she was nothing more then a whore
dressed in expensive clothes and jewelry.

Once her lies showed through
realization of her addiction was shown
shamed by the man who called her his own
cast out by the man who paid for her clothes
shunned by the men who bedded her so
Finally the beautiful girl shamed to suicide
death coming quickly from her fathers’ money needs
and the mens wants of her in bed.


On The Inside

Is it that we are so concerned
with the sufferings of those in other countries
that we can't see the sufferings of the children around us?

Your own child gazes upon you
speaking dreams that they could possibly reach
but you don't hesitate to tear them down
then turn to help another child
in a world not our own.

Your child sits in tears and pain
just as poignant as the pain the others feel
yet you are blind to their troubles
blind to their pains
your eyes drawn to those you can't even touch.

As your child grows older
the resentment it brews
the pain of the love they never had
they keep trying to prove
trying to shine
yet you do not notice
or do not care.

Is it that because our children
don't suffer the chance of disease
or that they do not starve almost every day
that you turn your head and not care?

As your child cries
with the dreams that you so readily crushed
and yet you do not care
turn your eyes elsewhere.

So what is it on the outside
that distracts us from the pain inside
the suffering of those we don't know
becoming more important than those that we do.

The sorrow that we assume they feel
yet how could we know?
Through photos and clips?
They could be mildly happy
finding their own way to get by
yet we assume their pain
ignore those of our children.

On the inside we see nothing
on the outside we see it all
others becoming more important
as those close to us begin to fall.


Hidden Closet

She hold her bear tightly in her hand
she hides whenever the dark sets in
afraid of the monster that comes.

Six years old she has little understanding
of how the world officially works
but she knew this monster he was bad
and knew the things he did was wrong.

But what could she do to fight such a large being?
A monster that could toss her so easily.
And so she sits hidden in the closet
hugging her bear tightly seeking protection
as her bedroom door opens and the hall light floods in
and in the door way stands her mothers boyfriend.

This monster he walked into her room
quiet as a mouse
his eyes they roamed and in her mind
she could see the fire in the eyes.

Finally he'd lock on the cracked closet door
make his way over and open it
his large hand would reach in and grasp her.

She felt the urge to scream
but knew she better stay quiet
even her mind saw the danger
as the man laid her back down on the bed
and the true treason would commence.

This would happen for years
till finally at 16 she became pregnant with his kid
her mother and him now married
the monster was constantly in her life.

She did what she could to hide it
starved herself to keep from gaining weight
ate healthier and it hid the demon growing in her
the bastard child of the monster she was so afraid of.

Till finally her mind couldn't take it any longer
the idea of bringing a child by him into her world
for him to hurt and molest like her.
She hung herself using her door
thrashed until she breathed no more.

Saved her child and herself
but could have saved others
if she had spoken against the monster
if someone had noticed the little signs.

Like her refusal to be alone with the man
her fear of sitting next to him
of seeing him.

But no one noticed and no one cared
so instead she lays dead in a coffin
while the monster stayed free to continue his deeds.


Submissive Cutter

The knife slides across her skin
what is one more scar to hundreds?
She wants help with this cursed habit
yet no one is willing to help her.

Alone in her home she bleeds
alone in her home she weeps.
No one pays attention to her pain
or how pale she slowly became.

Till one day she found a place to work
a man whose demeanor was as closed as hers.
She listened and did all he said
never once did she talk out of turn.

Then one day in the office she went to cut
and his eyes burned into her back till she turned and saw
and put away the utensils she used to harm.
Next thing she knew he was yelling at mistakes
her typing errors unprofessional.

He told her no more cutting
the act was prohibited
and she quit just like he said.
But the itching was there
her fingers would twitch
till one day he took her into his office.

"Hands on the desk palms down" he said
she did as was told
and with a document before her began to read
as he slapped her in the ass bringing her the pain she needed.

And so finding something beyond cutting to give her that love
she made mistake after mistake wanting his pain.
Till one day she found she loved this man
and as an act of obedience sat for days
arms palm down on the desk feet planted on the floor
never did she move,
to eat
to read
to even use the restroom.

Three days of this she endured
till finally he came and swept her out the door.

Even a cutter can find their in between
though this one found hers with
what is known as dominant male.
She was his submissive to boss around
but she had found her place
and her scars stayed as they were
just scars on her body.


Haunted

Spent her life runnin
never stopping, never looking back.
With nightmares she found herself haunted
by the things she tried to ignore.

Depression was in her very core
she couldn't be happy for very long
always crying when left alone.

She hated small dark places
hated not having someone around
she was afraid of herself
her thought, her head.

People tried to help her
some spent 6 years trying to save her
but depression was rampant
Self-doubt was an everyday thing.

At nights when no one knew
she'd curl up into a ball
and finally let the past consume.

The stupid fool she let herself die
she could hide from her family
from her friends
but to those who truly cared
who looked deep within her
they could see her suffering, her pain.

The things she didn't want exposed
the things she wallowed in every day.
And those who were willing to try to help
who stuck by her with every depressive bout.
Would end with knowing she was finally okay.
But no one has yet to be so lucky
the girl still haunted by many things.

Easily stressed the fool curls up to cry
and the few that could help say they'd give up or hide.
She needed someone open
who didn't hide everything
who always kept who they were apparent
didn't keep her out with walls.

She needed a true rock
someone to count on every day
or her depression
the haunting sensation
would never go away.


The Fallen Knight

Darkness loomed over the fallen knight in white
his battle for his princess had lost.
His bright white armor now tattered to end dented
what he had come for was gone.

Traveling a world of darkness
now will to fight the beasts
he let the kingdom fall to ruins
as he hid away in his keep.

As years go on the young knight turned old
by magic that was not his own
he stared up at the darkened sky
tears falling from his eyes.

His heart pained for the princess
the one who he had thought his true.
Who had been lost to the darkness
that now seemed to consume him.

Then suddenly a light from above
he sees what seems an angel.
Blinking twice he takes another glance
a peasant girl, dancing and singing.

Her grace was one without care
her face was one of heaven
Golden hair touched by Midas himself.

Staring with eyes who could not believe
he watched her dance
watched her play and enjoy.
And through these actions he can't help but smile.

This peasant was no mere peasant
a goddess to be sure
powerful and beautiful she ran to the fallen knight.
Pulled him to his feet and he felt himself grow young again.

Dancing, screaming and laughing in joy
he felt the darkness in his heart lift
his Princess had not left him as he thought
he had need to find her once more
in a girl he would not have sought.

Taking up his rusted sword
he held it to the sky
the rust fell away in flakes
and his armor suddenly shined.

The fallen knight
was fallen no more
no darkness encompassed him.
He was a man of strength and honor
and a man now driven by love.


As He Sleeps

His breath tickles my neck as he sleeps
and I lay staring at a wall.
I feel him shift and my heart flutter
as his arms wrap around my waist.

I feel that warmth well up inside me
but then it dies as I think about what he said.
He only had so long to live...
at the least 5 years at the most, we did not know.

Things had just started
my dream had begun to build
and fate,
as it always does,
snatches that very precious thing from me.

I feel that fear grip me as I think of it
and twist to look at his sleeping face.
But the moment I see him I smile
and it feels no matter what
I can get through.

The fear is great
I feel it constantly around me
like a great white circling waiting to strike.
But it's kept at bay by his presence
his words and his smile.

He knows he only has so long
but he lives so much for himself and others.
He is a man of men
one of heart no other has seen
and one of steel.

As I stare upon him sleeping
I am encompassed with a feeling so pure
I see the dark black wings of a fallen angel
of a being so pure, yet so pained...
And I know
I can never let him go.


Le Sigh

I feel my heart skip a beat
when I hear your voice in my ears
I feel myself smiling
when you are near.

There is never a need for you to speak
never an uncomfortable silence
each others presence is all we need
to feel the passion between us.

Is this it?
Have I finally found the man for me?
Is this how love feels?

But...
I also know there is a limit to this happiness
his death as doctors’ say is not too far off.
He has less years than anyone.

But here I am
I cannot help but love him
and no matter his illness
his time to live
I feel I want to stay by him.

I am frightened that I cannot handle it
but then he pops onto cam
as we are now states apart
I watch him play an online game
and I smile as there is no speech.

All I can think about is when he comes home
I can't wait for the day I can curl up in his arms.
and when the day comes
that he is taken away
and we have lasted with each other till then
I will thank the stars
for finally letting me have something good.


Fairy Tale

Deep in the forest
Where the wood Nymphs roam
Where a pixies mischief is unmatched,
there lay a dark tower
inside was trapped a girl
her tears unseen
her screams unheard
outside the towers was beautiful
inside the walls were cracked
the floors crumbling
and the curtains torn.
The girl was dirty
nothing was as it seemed
from the outside looking in.

Some would wander by
no door to enter
but a window to view.
Looking through they don't see ruins,
see the girl sobbing into her arms.
They see a princess flitting,
smiling and laughing
as though nothing in the world was wrong.
They would call out
she would turn, smile and wave
and they would leave
content with what they've seen.

Yet behind this charade
behind the magic that hid the truth
the girl wept and screamed
curled into a ball of pain.
She tried to cry out to those that passed
watching them smile at the facade presented
breaking more as she realized
that no one could see.

Then along came a prince
astounded at the beauty of the tower.
He looked through the window
saw the smiling princess
but something settled wrong within him.
Taking up his trusted sword
he struck the window,
the magic shattered
and inside he saw the dirty sobbing girl.

Stepping through the barricade into the truth
his motions were slow
non threatening and in the same comforting
as he wrapped his arms around her.
His words were gentle
kind and soothing
as he pulled her from that tower.
Now able to be seen
the prince helped her grow
he worked away her sadness
and soon the dirty girl
TRULY was a princess
smiling and laughing.


Winter Hour

Once a gaze with springs soft touch
with summers warmth in green iris's
a smile so sweet and crisp not evenfall could touch.

But now winter has set in those eyes
a chilling breeze has come alive
as winter settles in the night.

Lips curve to smile like a winters wind
cold and chilling unto the end.
And green eyes set with a frozen glare
so much ice a bench would bend and break.

The winter settles but it's contained
with chains and jackets it's kept away
to do no more harm than it has done
to no longer hurt anyone.

And as the days go on and on
the winter chill becomes undone.
The softness of spring begins to show
yet all too late winter has one last show.

By chains it's dragged from its containment
forced to sit before a crowd
the winds they blast with one last strength
one last try
before winter officially goes away.

The final show now given
the drug it sets in
the freezing winter finally gone
but not before it comes undone
and started to show a gaze with springs soft touch
with summers warmth in green iris's
and then too little too late
the chilling winter has gone away.


Her World

Darkness had engulfed her world
she had not seen a light in years
locked way in her own mind
run by her fears.

Dark circles deepened
underneath dull eyes of brown
she had lost all hope of freedom
and so she waits to die.

Once long ago she had a light
that warmed her to the core
it pushed away the darkness
protected her evermore.

But that light how it faded
until abandoned her it did
so now she sits in the darkness
waiting for death to take her in.

But slowly a light appears
though different from the last
it pushes away all signs of darkness
its light a hot ember to her skin.

She finds herself floating
giving in and wanting
the light engulfs her very being
and she begins to mend.

The circles disappear
from 'neath her eyes
the dull brown Iris's
turn to liquid bark and shine.

Her skin once pale
now a soft tan
finally the light caressed her very being
as she was held in the arms of a man.

This man he made her life complete
became her light when she's in need
she smiled more happily
more willingly and finally she realized
her life was no longer a dream.


When He Brings You Up

When with one word from his lips,
you find yourself smiling,
you know he is the one for you.

When with a single touch,
you find yourself falling,
you know that it is true.

When he brings you up,
instead of pushing you down,
when he does all he can,
to make a bad day turn around,
when he works so hard,
to make you happy as can be,
you know that this is meant to be.

When without trying,
he knows what you are thinking,
when he knows without asking,
that you are angry or sad,
when he will sit there,
and listen to you cry,
you know he is perfect beyond a dream.

That is how I know
he is the one meant for me.


Monster in the skin

Annoyances turn to anger
anger turns to madness
and monsters come through the skin
their beauty disguised by scales
that rots away at the ends.

Nothing can chain the monster
once it is let loose
nothing can calm the anger
once it is given speech.

Nails drag the ground
claw like evils
blades of horrid dreams
they scratch and claw
at those around them.

The person as the monster comes
grows teeth as sharp as razors
they gnaw and gnash
and move in fierce rhythm.

Now the eyes
how they do bleed
as everything turns red.
Now the monster is let loose
nothing can survive its path.

Once the monster has returned
the scales leave the skin
beauty is once more shown
but the damage has been done
the world that was made
has turned to ruins
in the matter of a day


Seasonal Aging

At first comes spring with baby leaves
just waking up to give new trees.
Then slowly as the days move on
it grows to bloom before the seasons gone.

Then into summer the season goes
where fun and laughter comes with the suns brilliant glow.
The blooming flowers mature with the days
bringing forth beauty with their age.

Now into fall the season of beauty and work
with the plants slowly aging
and leaves falling from the comfort of their home
settling down to grow
and make a family of their own.

Then finally to winter
the aging process coming to a stop.
As the cold sets in the plants do die
though unto their death comes new life.
As winter turns back into spring
the deaths bring life among the aging seasons.


My wall

What life is there to live
If you have no one to live for?

What can you do but break
if no one is there to hold you together.

What can you do but plummet
if there is no wall to keep you up.

My wall had left,
I was breaking with each step,
I had no life to live.

But out of the blue
you came to me
sending me messages
lifting me up.

I found a wall
though still unsteady
yet I haven't found a life.

But slowly as we talk
I stop breaking
and a new life is reforming
my smile returning.

I'm having a better outlook
a better life.
I'm not as angry
and I’m not as sad.

This my friend is because of you
who has become my wall
and my shoulder to lean on.


Live, Love, Laugh

People live
People laugh
And people love
Live, laugh, love.

Live, Laugh, Love
As the world would have it
As the world would want it.

Live, Laugh, Grow
From baby to child
Child to teen
And teen to adult.

Live, Laugh, Believe
In all that you can be
In all that you can do
And can see.

Live, Laugh, Care
For those that you hold dear
Let nothing stand between
Don’t let whispers reach your ear.

Live, Laugh, Listen
To those who care,
Who understand
And wish to help you through.

Live, Laugh, Learn
From teachers and parents
Students and friends
Lovers and boyfriends.

Live, Laugh, Love
This is the only thing
A person can do
In a world
Where everything can be cruel.


With Your Last Breath

He came upon me,
Gun held high,
the mist that swirls,
covers his thigh,
where I am sure,
is strapped a knife.

You reach out to him,
calming in your gesture,
try to convince,
him to put it down.
But with wild eyes,
as sirens ring,
he shoots the gun,
you dive.

So I sit with you,
in the mist,
nothing left,
for you to miss.

With my hand in yours,
squeezing tight as your skin grows cold,
I feel your grip loosen,
as the darkness begins to take hold.

Tears fill my eyes,
as your lips move,
I lean close,
To listen.

"I'll wait for you,
at the white gates,
don't rush to see me,
because you will one day
I’ll refuse entry
'till you are there,
to walk with me,
to the other life,
where happiness awaits."
you say with you last breath,
a final good bye.

I can't help,
but let the tears fall,
as your hand falls from mine.
Your chest no longer moves,
Your eyes stare vacant at the wall,
As the sirens grow closer,
I begin to realize,
we never got a chance to love at all.


Unseen, Unheard, Untouched

I walk the earth,
Unseen,
I speak to others,
Unheard,
I stand in front
They pass right through me,
Untouched

Unseen,
Unheard,
Untouched,
I am nobody,
In a world of somebody’s.
I am nothing,
In a world of something,

Unheard,
Unseen,
Untouched.
I am the wind,
Flowing never touching,
Whispering never speaking,
Passing never seen.


Lost In the Desert

Dressed in the desert colors
his military cap on his head
lost among the weeds and sand
he'd been out there for days on end.

The only thing that kept him going
the only thing that kept him alive
was the fact that his family is waiting
hoping for him to come home.

He knew they already counted him as MIA
he knew that they were looking
that if he didn't find his way
soon he'd just be considered dead.

But he kept walking
searching and praying
hoping for a place to rest.

His supplies were running low
his food becoming scarcer by the day
his water had very little left.

A few times he had hallucinated he knew
seeing a Oasis
his family in the distance.

And when he heard the voices he was sure
that once more he considered it his mind
he considered it a hallucination.

But when the plane flew overhead
the trucks came his way
he stopped and fell to his knees
realizing this may not be a dream.

The trucks they stopped the men jumped out
his friends ran to his side and hauled into the truck
and then they were leaving he was going home
finally his hope was full blown.

A few weeks later he was released home
and walking up the walk way to his house
he knelt to the ground as his children ran out.

The soldier had made it home.


New Love

You said you loved me,
said you needed me
wanted me
even gave me a ring to prove it.

I spent 3 years
three years of my life
ignoring your lies
ignoring the pain you brought to my life.

Three years of you disappearing
for months on end
no calls no explanations
I'd just sit and worry till you returned.

Then you'd give an excuse
lie just like you always do
and give me a gift
thinking that would make it all better.

But none of that pulled me through
I broke and broke with each passing day
then not long after you gave me the ring
you left to never return.

I waited for months
I waited for a year
waiting and hoping
hoping you'd come back to me.

But you never did
so instead I walked with a broken heart
a broken person among friends
I hid it well
they never noticed the pain I was in.

But then one did
he helped me pull through
after 2 years of pain and hurt
he was the one who saved me from myself.

So now that ring
I have lost
but I don't care
for I've got new love.

A man who treats me true
who doesn't lie
doesn't hide what’s really going on in his life.
One who doesn't force me to lie to my family
just so I can keep him at my side.

This man is a true man
one who is better than you can ever be
one who has proven he'll never be you.


Three Years

3 years
3 years, 4 months and 29 days
3 years, 4 months, 29 days, 6 hours, 36 minutes and 19 seconds
that's how long it's been since you left me.
Yet whose counting?

3 years
3 years since the day you gave me the ring
3 years, 5 months, 3 hours and 4 seconds
that’s how long it's been since you gave me a promise of forever
but I'm not counting.

3 years
3 years, 4 months and 29 days
3 years, 4 months, 29 days, 6 hours, 36 minutes and 19 seconds
that's how long it's been since you shattered my heart
since you disappeared and left me broken
but of course I'm not counting.

1 year
1 year and 7 days
1 year,7 days, 18 hours, 48 minutes and 2 seconds
that's how long it's been since I found him
since he came to ease the hurt and make me live again.
Of course I'm counting.

Your hold on my heart broke
the second he stepped into my life
I truly began to laugh again
and I truly became happy.

I didn't have to try to hide my pain
he knew he saw
I no longer locked myself in my room to cry
he understood and he loved.

Your pictures burn without remorse
as I burn away the painful memories.
1 year, 7 days, 18 hours, 48 minutes and 2 seconds
that's how long I have been free of you
that's how long he has loved me.


Cursed to Bleed

The chain's wrapped tight in her hands
cutting into her palm till she bleeds.
The tears she cries are a deep red
because her heart, it bleeds.

She pulls the chain tighter as she begins to think
using the pain to cut off all thought
of the past that haunts her so
a man that she works hard to forget.

The blood from the chain in her palm
drips slowly to the ground
the flowers quickly soak it up
her pain absorbed without remorse
and she quickly realizes
that her pain is of her own.

No one will come to her aid
she'll face this alone till the end
and so the chain shifts hands
pulled tight again till it cuts skin.

But pulled away from her it is
and wrapped around her neck
the chains pulled tight till bleeds she does
and on the ground she lies.

The figure having relinquished her pain
runs away with that necklace in hand
though he thinks it a prize
it's just a cursed jewel
upon which only brings pain and doom.

Now in new hands, the cycle starts again
the chain drawn tight and blood begins to drip
until once more the one it holds is dead
and it continues from hand to hand.


The knife, and the thief

The knife it draws across my skin
the tears I cry of deepest red
mixes with the blood from my hand.

The things you say push this knife
the action behind every word cuts it deeper
I feel my humanity beginning to lose itself
you stole my heart
you stole my soul
but did not stop to repay them back.

A thief you are
one of death
to bring upon such pain.

You let death drag me to a grave
it's pale fingers digging into my skin
I lose myself among the pain
my mind gone black forever.

But then you change and pull me back
save me from forever blackness
but then you drop to run away
forever a thief of my mind and thoughts
playing games with the slightest touch.

Sending me spiraling confused and lost
and so the knife I draw deeper
to keep me grounded in my flight
to keep me from losing my mind.


I love you enough to let you go

Years of bliss
of happiness and everlasting love
never thought the plans could change
never thought I'd be watching you drift away.

At first you pull the strong card
decide to stay
refuse to hurt me in anyway
but I start to see the signs
from simple actions
and simple words.

Your love for me it had gone
I knew it within the month
but even then I still held on
not wanting to let go.

But soon I saw the sadness
your need to be free
I began to see little signs
of someone other than me.

I finally decided
it was time to let go
no matter the love I had for you
it was unfair to keep you against your will.

I love you enough to let you go
since your heart no longer felt the love
and though I'd hurt for years to come
I'd know your happy and in love.


Car Parade

Silver tears
with deep black pain
the life she had
has ended.

Brooding life
and black drawn curtains
the room she loved
now empty.

Steel coffin
only the best there is
flowers scattered about
sorrow begins.

Black clothes
with sorrow faces
gathered around a coffin
it begins.

Car Parade
all black with death
the front a long black van
death comes.


Fates Cruelty

Every word that left his lips
fell like acid and began to singe.
The lies, the love
the simple touch of someone close to her.

She soon realized that all it was a front
to get close enough to break her already broken heart
nothing could stop the man
the pain that he had cause
it was as though life decided to rip all thoughts from her.

That fate had the need to see this woman suffer
the need to tear away her love
the very life from beneath her feet
the need to take away her reason for living
just for a good laugh about the world.

And then fate gives her more pain
by making the one she thought she could trust
turn his back and lie to her
without so much as second thought.

He had spoken with such words of silver
with such sweetness that no fruit could ever match
he had been willing to stay up all night
to listen to her cry with her broken heart
and yet he turned around to hurt her more
to lie and spit in her face against his very words
to turn hide the one fact from her he knew would kill her still
to date her best friend behind her back
then lie about it by saying it someone else.

The pain that went into her chest
when she heard from her friend of the dark deed
of the fact that it was no woman on his base
but instead a woman a state away
saying she had issues with their talks
when the woman that he talked of could not see nor hear their words
and so the pain she held it tight
not able to do more than want to die
because the man he hurt her so
and she was stuck beneath fates cruel toe
obviously meant for a life of pain and hurt
for a life of lies beneath every word.


The Being

The very life she breathed began to ebb and bleed
her feet, they seemed to be nailed to the very floor she wanted to leave
the creatures hidden beneath the wood
the death and decay that she so desperately fled
tried to pull the girl back in
so she could die her bloody death.

She struggled with her feet some more
as dark shadows shifted from the floor
and nothing she could do would help her move
instead she tried to claw her way from the room.

Then from the boards creeped a bloody river
threatening to drown her as it filled
but from the dark red depths it came
the being in which she saw her own demise.

Slowly the stench it over powered
like rotting flesh and the corpses flower
the being it made its way to her
where eyes had been were now just dark black worms
and teeth of rotted skin.

She tried to scream but could not speak
and tried to move but could not fall
frozen with the power of the being
the terror behind it all.

Forced to watch as her demise
appeared at her from everywhere
and approached her from all sides
trapping her beneath its stare.

So without a scream without a shout
the being began to slice her in and out
first her stomach where her entrails poured
then her throat so her gurgled pain could be heard.

Then next the legs to save for later
a pinky finger for its greatest treasure.
But last of course it tore her eyes
to use as its own once it left her side.

The being it slid them into its sockets
and blinked once then grinned.
Retreating to the floor boards
it left her bloody corpse not caring to clean it's mess
waiting for the next victim to come along
till it's body was complete
and it could walk alone.


Red Rose

A deep red rose
keeps it's petals low
among a field of white.
It stands outside
it wants to hide
but yet it's shoved
into the limelight.

The poor red rose
it's torn to shreds
the thorns of others relentless
as they keep tearing
until very little is left.

That red rose is tattered
torn and broken,
due to the harshness
of those around it.

But then another rose
bright yellow,
makes it through the field of white.
Picks the red rose up
fixes it, and heals it.

And so among that field
the red and yellow roses
both stand tall and taller
wanting to show who they are
who they can be.

The roses
they have let themselves be free.


Unnerved

To the world
so harsh, so cruel
understand my mental attitude.

I am of one
one mind,
one body,
and two different images given by few.

I know your thoughts
are edgy and unkempt.
Thinking I am one of plenty
who’ll give in to your rant,
about what I am made,
and who you think me as.

But to tell the truth,
I don’t care.
I am my own,
and live to find happiness and truth.
I love all,
and hate few.

You can speak behind my back
for no matter what you say or do..
I am one boat
in a murderous storm
that rages and makes waves,
so rough and mean,
to destroy me.

But on this boat
is where I stay
never tipping or turning over
to give it satisfaction of defeat.

Never giving in...
and when the storm is done
it’s rampage faltered...
there I stand calm and serene
unbothered and unnerved.

Forever sailing onward
through cruel storms and unfaltering whirlpools
that wishes to draw me into
the depths of the sea
to pummel and destroy my very being.

But here I stand unmoving and firm
not in a boat,
but on land...
not sea that wishes to destroy me, but people
whose words do others harm.

But not to me.
These words don’t touch me
they are just droplets falling
touching but never harming
sinking into the ground
where they are sucked in
to be repeated when thought needed.

So speak harsh world
continue your cruel rattle
your banter of falseness
cause I’ll stand strong and never fall
from the words that sear.
Cause fear that you send in others
will not touch me here.


Void

I feel that pang form in my heart
told to love myself before I can love another.
I look in the mirror
reaching up to brush a finger over my face
my eyes they are not mine
not any longer.

Brown eyes filled with pain
shining always with the threat of tears
A frown,
not mine,
lay always on my face.

I see a girl of torment
pushed to the brink of her existence
thrown away because of insecurities
Insecurities bred by the ones
who had told her they loved her.

As I look upon this girl in the mirror
not able to believe she is me
the pain she has this could not be me
but I felt the tears start to fall
and the girl in the mirror followed suit.

Miserably I crumbled
and to a ball I curled
I was nothing more than a broken girl
and in this I heard the words of past echoing.

Was there no saving me from such darkness?
Was I stuck to feel short happiness
the be dragged back
slapped in the face
and abandoned like I was nothing.

I was a girl of pain and hurt
a girl only worth a short time of love
to be tossed aside the moment something better arrives.

Realizing such I fell into myself
the girl in the mirror exposed
my heart bleeding at my feet
torn from my chest
to never beat.

I was stuck in a void of pain
and never would I think
I could crawl out again.


Fate

Their love was intertwined
by the giving of the tides
there was no breaking
what could not be broken
when fate herself
has laid out the path.

They had many lives
to try and find each other
a lot of life
and a lot of death.

In the time of pharaohs
the two lovers were madly in love
where she thought she would spend eternity
he thought he would have her hand
in secret they had met
till her father, cruel ruler
stabbed him in the head.

She sobbed as he fell dying,
no longer did she have him to her
and so she died herself
unable to live on.

To another life fate brought them together again
lovers till the day they died
courting, laughing enjoying
till a murderous man came
and both were slaughtered lying hand in hand.

In every life it was the same
each dying by anothers hand
and nothing fate did seemed to keep them together
till finally
a life many years later
a life time of searching
a life time of pain
they finally met each other once again.

Though in this life was impending doom
their love was set
they would finally gather more than moments
a family
a life
till death finally comes for him.

But fates course had finally finished
the love that they had struggled for
finally was met
and the man he died in peace
not to be reborn
but to wait for his lover
in eternity.


If You Were in Love

If you were in love
Would your stomach flutter,
The butterflies woken from slumber by embrace?
Would your heart skip a beat from their kiss,
Then constrict in pain from the loss of their arms around you?
Would they invade your dreams
Be the knight on the majestic white horse,
Battling dragons and ogres to protect you;
Or the princess
whom you've come to rescue?
Would he make you smile just by being in their presence
or seeing their face?
Would they make you want to cry every time they leave?

If you were in love,
would you cherish every moment you had?
Never blink an eye for fear to lose it?
Would you tell them you love them every day
and hold them every chance you get?

If you were in love,
Would you regret it while standing over your lovers death bed?
Would you curse the day they first made you laugh?
Would you hate them for that first kiss;
For that first embrace?
Or would you thank them for giving you a chance to know true love?
If you were in love...


The Facade

Do you really see this person standing before you?
Can you really see me as me?
What is it you must be thinking
to see this girl
speaking so clearly before you?

You must think I'm confident
brave and even strong willed.
But that is a facade I present
a wall built to hide the true me.

Why do I hide behind my walls?
The same reason I keep this bit of hair infront of one eye
the same reason some of you wear hats
or refuse to talk or express
to hide my insecurities.

I have many more than some would think
most people have had hardships in their past
then there are those
who has experianced and seen more than anyone
there are those whose past
is something they do not speak easily about.

Am I one of those?
Or am I one who just understands?
That is something very few figure out.
I stand before you
not as the girl who you see
but as the girl behind that wall
who is trying to express
trying to get people to see
to understand.

I do not trust those around me easily
though you may think I do,
I do not like attention
and I do not enjoy being loud.
But this is my facade
the fake me who is hiding the real me.

The true me is a little girl
who still dreams
who is afraid of the world
afraid of herself.
The true me is over emotional
the true me will grow horribly attached
if you can obtain my complete trust
the true me would die for a stranger
the true me would cry for another persons lost
someone I don't know
but someone i understand.

The person you see before you
speaking so clearly
expressing so easily
this is not me
this is not who I am
but this is who I show
because it is the only way to survive this world.

I've learned that shyness
quietness and timidness
only get you hurt.
You get mutilated from words
from expressions and thoughts.
Those who find you weak will feed on it and tear you apart.


Motherhood

I was asked
how can you see yourself
as a mother at so young an age.

I get chastised
told I am too young
told I do not know what I want
that I am a child
just starting to reach her adulthood
that I am one who still has yet to know
what she wants in life.

But is it truly a matter of age
that decides wether or not
you truly know what path you want?
Can you really be too young
to see right where you belong?

I may be young
You may think me naive
but I can look at the mothers
the grandmothers
and the people in the city around me
with the screaming children
who are tossing toys off of shelves
who are spanked or slapped in the middle of a store
and see what it is the parent is doing wrong.

People often wonder
how it is those who are younger
can sometimes be amazing parents
almost as great as those who are older
those who have more than 60 years under their belt.

What is it about some of us
who are supposed to be naive
who are supposed to do nothing but party
drink and make mistakes
who instead decide to take a course
for a future we see so clearly
that people seem to think of nothing but children still.

I find myself wishing
rather than school
that I was home
with a round belly
so far to term
that I could feel the baby kicking.

I find myself in a dream
of little feet running across wood floors
toys scattered
food in places you wouldn't imagine.

I can see myself in the arms of a man
who just pours love into me from a simple look
from a simple touch.

But this is what people only think of as a dream
something people say I am too young for
that I have a life to live
things to see
time to experiment.

But I do not find myself wanting a life of parties
no
I can not only care for myself
not when it is our jobs
to raise the future of our lives
not when you see how fragile life is
and i wanna begin these steps towards happiness.
This is me
my want to be a mother
my first step into motherhood.


Bird Without Purpose

I let you use me
I let you abuse me
I let my mind wander
I let it fracture, and my hopes fall to pieces.

My future became dreams that I could never reach
dreams that you worked so hard to lock away.
I stood before you
expressing these thoughts out
telling you my future
wanting to write
wanting to smile
but you tore them apart
told me they weren't worth while.

I allowed you to chain me down
beat my dreams from my mind
till you turned them from dreams to nightmares
to things that I wasn't allowed
things that could hurt me, that could kill me.

I was a bird without purpose, without life
my wings were clipped
I was confined by the cage you locked me in.
I became your doll, your toy
Molded to your wants and needs
my mind was not my own
I kept silent let you run my life
till this useless bird began to die.

I was being forgotten by those around me
unseen by those who passed me.
I kept my head down hiding my pain
hiding the mental abuse I'd been put through.

But let me tell you this
your grasp was not meant to stay.
There was one person who saw in me those dreams
who could see the things you'd made taboo
see the promise that you had told wasn't there.

He freed this useless bird from her cage
and she flew!
Yes she flew because with this persons words she found her dreams
the nightmares you instilled disappeared.

My life became my own to mold
but...
were my dreams still reachable?
Even with my freedom I found that after being locked away
I was still a bird without purpose.
My wings were no longer clipped but
my gizzard no longer knew the way home
knew the way to the future that I deserved.

I was broken needing guidance.
seeking and never finding it,
the person who freed me had left me on my own
I had no hint of my path, no idea of where to go.

What could a person so lonely do
but to hide the broken pieces
then create a new life
a new person to hide behind
till I can find that one person
who can see past this facade
this smile, this love that I can show so easily
the person who sees how broken and lost I truly am
who sees the abuse I'd gone through.

This person will teach me to fly
teach my gizzard to find it's path home
teach me to follow my dreams
so that I go from a bird without purpose
to one with purpose, who knows her fate and her life.
Because this bird will one day grow strong wings again.


Who am I?

Am I nobody in this dying world?
Alone forever beneath the sun and moon?
Am I a faltering wind to never brush upon the shoulders of man?

If I am not worthy of your love
then I AM nobody in this world
for how can I be somebody
if you are not here to make me so?

What am I to be
but a slave to my own solitude
shackled to the very fire
that is supposed to keep me warm.

If I can not have you
I am worth nothing
because no matter how I tried
I couldn't be perfect enough.

What would I be left with?
But to find if the smallest warmth
where I could feel even a shimmer of love
even if it would not be the love you would have given.

And with this small warmth
from a small patch of embers
I'd settle contently
because it is what is left.

I would try to be the perfect wood piece
to ignite the embers
in effort to be engulfed in a love I'd have lost.
But only flickers of flame would cross my body
large almost consuming flames would come for a while.
Till of course one who could be so perfect
without practice, without teaching would come along.

But I'm still wanted...
a third wheel to this love
a slave if one will consider it.
Would I be able to lock my emotions up
to ignore the perfection he sees in her
to remember the love i lost before them?

I am sure I would go mad
crazy and lost, no longer with hope
I would move like it's a habit
talk only when spoken to.
I would become an empty shell
no feeling
no love left cause none was given.

But in the back of my mind I'm sure
your face would swim into view
then I'd have to wonder...
who am I?
Am I truly nobody?
Truly nothing because the one thing I loved
the thing who had my heart
went away?
Could I ever be somebody again?


She'd been used

She'd been used
abused
pulled in every which way possible.

She can't explain
couldn't explain
because she just couldn't form it correctly.

When it left her lips
she'd realize the mistake
the way he'd take what she said
so she turned around to try to fix
to explain further what she meant
then he'd think she was a liar
making up a story as she went.

She felt broken and used
her mind shattering as they continued to fight
she lost it finally.

She's pulled herself back into the black void
picked up a pencil and wrote a poem
something she hadn't done in a very long time
a poem about herself
about her pain.

She drug out her skeletons
her pain seemed to be her drug
her addiction
because no matter what she did
she found herself always wallowing in it again.

She couldn't run away from it
she couldn't find sanctuary...
the one thing she'd find perfect
would break with just a touch.

But who was she to deny herself more of this pain?
So she would get on her knees to beg
to try and explain.

The only time she seemed able to truly explain
was through the words in her poetry
which always told truth.
But how could she make him listen
make him understand...
if he was too pissed to talk
to understand.

So instead she just draws into her void
not wanting to ever come out again
because it was the last straw before she would break
the thing to that would ruin her
and make her wish she could just die.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.11.2011

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This is full of my poems from over the time I've written them. I have many more but to me these are the most prominent I think