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Now that your gone, it's been hard. I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, the way your eyes lightened. The way you used to say my name, rolling it off your tongue as if it was the sweetest wine. I am so lost without you.
I still think about that day in the gardens. Where the sun shined in your golden hair, and your blue eyes sparkled like water. And how you looked at me as I gave you that white flower, as if I had just handed you the world. And then you told me "Thank you".
Such a simple word, but love is a simple word too. And it's true, I loved you from then on. I knew you were my soul mate. Someone I could depend on and cherish for the rest of my life. I never dreamed I could lose you so early.
Then I think about the night I proposed, I took you onto that silly boat under the moonlight. And I put rose petals on the bottom of the boat, and when I bent down and asked you to be mine. I would give anything to take that moment and store it into a bottle and never let it
DeletedThese curtains are hiding the night
Hiding all that is right
Concealing a flame of truth
Shoving away a wisp of love
Ripping through the dark courage.
And the night falls,
until it is deleted with light.
Lost Without YouI'm lost without you
But even if I find myself,
i'll see you
every time I close my eyes.
I'm lost without you
Will it be so wrong,
to try and find myself again?
Just My Love L e t t e r.Dear You,
I've been thinking,
it's hard to breathe.
It's hard to breathe, because you're not by my side.
And I only want you beside me.
I don't want him,
All the time.
Yeah, I'm crazy.
Yeah, I'm crazy in love with you.
And I just had to think,
and I just had to tell you.
Because I love you.
I don't care if you feel the same about me.
I love you,
you can be with her.
Because I love you,
I want you to be happy.
And I feel jealous when I see her with you.
Sure, I shouldn't.
But I do.
I will let you go though.
Because I love you.
H o p e l e s sHopeless.
And with all my heart I try.
I can never be perfect.
Never perfect in your eyes.
I have no heart,
it burned long ago.
And left home.
My soul is black.
Black as night
I have no hope.
No hope deep inside.
I can't cry
I can't laugh.
So I must say good-bye.
I have no goal.
No goal is in sight.
And then I'll be hopeless.
And Now She F a d e sShe touched the blood.
The blood in the floor, the blood in the tub, and the blood in the sink.
They ask her why,
examining her in their fanciful offices.
Living their surreal lives.
They don't know what the real world is.
she knows the pain and the tears.
The blood, the scars.
And she asks them why?
Why don't they let her go.
Till she fades away, away.
They don't understand her world.
They never could,
no one could.
She just wants to bleed away.
She burns for forgiveness.
Begs and pleads.
Tears and screams can't help her now.
She only wanted love.
Only wanted friends.
She never understood why they laughed at her.
Why they hurt her.
Why they hit her, and kicked her.
What was wrong with her?
What was wrong with her smile, her laugh, and her body?
She looked like them.
She just didn't understand.
But now it's too late.
She can't hold on anymore.
Can't watch the blood down the drain.
So now she watches the blood seep into the ground.
but they can't laugh now.
I can't F l yYou're taking away my will to fly,
sure as if you bound my wings.
Tie me up,
tie me down.
Take my breath away,
break me away,
take me away,
I can't fly.
My wings are broken,
my heart is cracked,
my soul is shattered.
The cracks are showing.
I'm never here,
I'll never survive.
Break me away.
I don't have anything,
Take me away,
turn off the light.
As sure as when the sun is going down.
And let the dawn show me again,
breaking through the clouds.
Only to see,
You've taken away my will to fly.
Language of B e a u t yThose hooves that dance on the ground,
is it the hooves,
or is it my heart.
How does it dance.
How my heart and the hooves pound and dance.
How they intertwine and sing.
This, yes, this, is what captures me.
And what captures who we are.
How can they sing together,
how can they sing.
How do they dance,
but only in a dance as old as time.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Yes, it is.
How we touch the sky, and race the wind.
This is beautiful.
But only to the ones, who speak the language of beauty.
What do we fear?On her death bed,
I hear her ask, "What would we do, if we ran out of time?"
And so pale and far gone, she already knew the answer.
Her time had run out, and so I answered,
"We would break away, and climb the heavens."
She laughed as it made her cry still more,
"I know this answer. I know that my fears have come."
I replied, so softly, that it was only for her ears.
"And what do you fear, other than death."
She looked at me, so wise and sad.
"I fear that we'll run out of time.
Run out of the time that is so precious to us,"
I was confused, and I so young her so old. A gnarled tree, and a young sprout.
"Time is not what we fear. We fear death though."
She stared, her eyes so weak and her heart stuttering.
"Does our death not come in time? Do we not live by time.
What time we eat. What time we sleep. We fear no death."
And so she drew her last. And let it go with a sigh.
I understood now.
We don't fear death.
We fear time.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Falling For Dream LiesI'm not your perfect dream
but I guess I can't help it
cause' your not mine either
oh wait, you didn't know?
your just a poor copy of someone else
yeah I am to you too.
I knew though,
so much for breaking my heart for revenge right?
I thought we might be able to have something,
but it shows how much I knew
Oh wait, Know?
Or do I know anything.
The sad thing is,
I did fall for you
hard, ha, no I was lieing when I said I was using you
shows what I get for love
Fell in love, ha, stupid me.
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