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No place in this worldMy face has a grim expression
My eyes filled with regret
I just wanted to forget
The world that exists today
has no place for me
I have gone astray
Should I just disappear
into a sea of strangers
I don't want to hear
the truth of life's dangers
I am not desired
Not my soul nor my mind
I have been rejected
in this world made of twine
There will be no tears
if I left this night
For every one of my fears
has finished with their blight
There's no one left to consult
There's no one left to see
The girl who's cryings faults
That person that was me
Lonely piece of skyLook at me right now
Does anyone see the truth?
How lonely somehow
a part of me can be, so blue
I truly wonder
Why I am such a mess
Sometimes I ponder
Where can all my clouds rest?
Some people sing up to me
Think that I know everything
Believe that I am happy as can be
But they know nothing
It's cold when the sun goes down
I turn from bright blue to black
There is not many souls to be found
Only stars beside me to track
Oh sweet stargazer hear this
Why can you not believe
That shooting stars miss
Never truly obtaining a dream
Does anyone know how lonely I am?
Not really much to say
No one can really understand
They only just pray
Oh starry sky
Listen to my trouble
I wonder why
I always tumble
I'm all alone
No one can hear my screams
It's so damn cold
But what does that actually mean?
This is itThis is it
My final dance
While the notes
Began to prance
I sang a tune
To say goodbye
To who I was
Without a lie
To lull myself
Into a dream
Where my thoughts
Collide it seems
Farewell to you
These words will be
My final note
On what is me
Happiness in a bottleThere once was a girl who carried a huge bottle of happiness on her back. Why? She thought that if she brought happiness to the lands, her parents would come back home and she could be happy again. So she passed every town and city, sprinkling happiness everywhere; this caused some unwanted attention. People from the depths of despair came crawling to her feet, begging for some of the happiness in her bottle. When this occurred, the girl gave them some of the bottle and they were well again. They praised her and called her a messenger of God. She became well known and, because this occurred, her parents came back home for her. By the time she spread all the happiness in her bottle among the people, it became empty. She thought she would be happy when her parents returned but they only came back to benefit from her new found popularity; they never really loved or cared for her. The little girl became sad. “Is this really what I wanted?” she questioned herself as she fell int
Dark SilhouettesThere was one a small little girl who lived with her parents at the side of a large hill. She wasn’t allowed out often and chose to stay in her room due to her mother being paranoid about the outside world. One day, while she was asleep, a silhouette of a woman in a long black dress came into her room. The little girl woke up because she had to go to the washroom but before she pulled off her covers, she looked to her left. The shadow stared at her while playing with an acorn her mother had given her from one of her trips outside. The little girl panicked and dove back under her covers but when she peeked out to check if it was safe, the woman was gone. The next day, the little girl awoke again and opened her blinds, the thought of the woman still lingering in her mind. She went to her bedside table and reached for the acorn before she realized, it was gone. “Mama?” the little girl called out. The sounds of footsteps were heard, getting louder and louder as the
Night WarsI dropped my sword and collapsed onto the floor
I have gotten so weary and cannot wield it anymore
The skies burn red with the shadows of past
Soon my armor will break and I will no longer last
I grow tired of battles in the night
All the bad dreams that I have to fight
To remember what I have been through, what I have done
This is no war, it's a slaughter and they've won
My helmet has cracked, my chest piece is falling
All I hear are sounds of insanity calling
My screams of sorrow, anger, and despair
Hidden within my mask has now filled the air
There is no ending this war, there's no chance
For I, who has shed tears with blood on my hands
Cannot save the versions of myself I have killed
So I wished for all of my time to be stilled
I dragged my sword across my frozen earth
As a baby would drag her blanket after birth
The difference between the pure and the tainted
Makes me want to hate which some who I am acquainted
I closed my eyes and wished upon a simple rose
I wish the enemy to who
Sweet dreamsMarvelous moonbeams
Do you care for a dance
Next to the reflecting seas?
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you think
Beyond the broken hearts and lies
Shine in the night lights
Don't mind what tomorrow proposes
Make my life pretty
I know this might be silly
Listening to the crowds in the city
Let me hear from you
Before the morning begins to loom
Singing for smiles
Travelling through the air
Have you been doing this for awhile?
Come and bring these to me
Good night world
Seduced by thoughts and words
I will go to the place where imagination lured
Christmas in the trenchesI see lights of many colours
All the holiday songs and huggers
On this eve of Christmas cheer
I look around to nobody here
Everyone has their own family fun
Little plastic dolls and water guns
I ran away from that holiday feel
Now here I am, hurting as I kneel
"They all have someone else now
With all their cookies and milk from cows
They don't need me for these times
I don't have much to offer, not even dimes"
The only joys I get to see
Are the wonderful ice on Christmas trees
Shining in the sunlights' glow
It makes me feel like I'm not alone
Whoever is isolated and by themselves
I wish you luck and place that on your shelves
Look at the beautiful lights in the sky
I will do the same as the holidays pass by
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
The BirdSo desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me – herself -
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch transform into a strut,
Her shining tears dissolve into mischiev
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
comfortcurling into quilts so deep
bubbles of tension run off
my body like soap, and i
clutch that raggedy little
dog to my chest like cloth
can make me whole.
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
nightfallThe night air is cool.
Street lamps are coming on
and from my window seat,
narrow and confining,
there's a person on bike.
I wonder where they're going,
who they are, what they'll see,
whether they'll be friend or foe,
and if that will matter to me.
Ah, they're turning, turning,
out of sight now
behind the houses,
the trees, the lights
behind the sheltered,
comforting feel of night
I'm starting to feel witchy
as the first star shows its twinkle
thinking of these rhymes and rhythms
Like the beat of my heart
matches the breath of the wind
and the exhalation
of my sleeping sister next door
and the snores of father and mother
down the hall.
It's a night of magic and mystery:
no cloud covers the moon,
not quite full, not quite empty
and the scratching noise of branches
echoes my imagination,
narrow and confined,
my body starts to ache
longing for the comfort of the bed
just a few feet away.
I turn from the window,
face the curtain, but a glimpse
of another biker catches my eye
and I'm trans
The Witch TrialOn the east-bounds o' red-rose shire,
there stands the Pendle Hill.
T'ween rivers Ribble and Hudder,
wind-swept moors standing still.
Walled by the druid stones and wary
hedgerows, Irish sea gales whisper and
moan. For devil soul'd men o' earth
tramp the trails alone.
Demdike and Device, Redferne and Whittle.
Those crones and their blood kin
care for nought, old hearts brittle.
Across the dark old Pendle Hill
They scurry'd and swarm'd. To fear'd Malkins
Tower, Pendle Forests black soul.
Brave Nicholas and Nowell, hid 'mongst
the tall trees, unseen by the Coven
who plotted dark deeds. They led
local men held by fear and thrall,
Captured the Coven, sent to
Lancaster's dank halls.
Trial'd, and tested, and sentenced to die.
Devils and beggars, see
the Pendle's blighters stand nigh.
Hung by the neck 'till the corpses
are cold. Buried in churchyards, with
eyes on their souls.
But one was different from the old
and the ugly. Dear Alice Nutter,
the lady of Roughlee. Silent and
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
FreehandThe blistered moon,
Yellow and jealous,
peeked into my third floor
city girl's window last night;
Bright enough just to break through
the layer of Arizona red dust
but not enough, still,
to rip my eyes from the setting sun.
(Sorry, Moony, maybe you'll get your spotlight next time.)
I felt the breath shimmy out of my lungs,
heard the skeletons rattle in my closet,
and relished the faux reflected warmth
ripping through the starless skyline;
The twilight smells like storm clouds and poison,
So I take a swig on midnight instead,
burning like fermented acid rain should,
But it has a sweet silver rumble in my belly,
and I detect a tangy--
What is that?
Is it desperation, or last month's rent?
Maybe it's a dubstep remix of rapped jazz?
Hmmm.... more like bottled poetry and a monkey's paw.
Or maybe it's just gas.
One poem for a lonely girlOne poem for a lonely girl
Who thought she could rule her closed off world
She wished upon a moment of the day
She carved a companion in a block of clay
The clay carving came to life
Asked the girl to become his wife
Her universe exploded and colours spilled in
She looked so happy with a silly grin
One word for a lovely girl
Whose life grew from a little pearl
Her world is filled with colour and light
With a person to hold her for the rest of her nights
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