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Now.Look at me dead in the eye.
What would you see?
Don't hold me accountable for someone I use to be.
You broke me, but I was already on the ground.
Every stitch in my mind and heart, for every blow you made.
But look at me now.
I stood up
I became strong
I got on my feet and hands and crawled back to who I was.
I would never let my wounds convert me into something I am not.
So if you're looking for another play doll to spit at,
I can't be that role anymore.
I went through beyond hell and never gave up to be where I am, who I am, and what I have today.
I'll leave behind my footsteps of the past,
As I am walking towards the future.
And you can get lost in them,
For all I care.
Our Hearts Tied.Close your eyes
Take my hand
And enter a magical wonderland.
Time is fast, life is tough
Like bitter water waves as thick and rough.
People are cruel, demons are shrewd
All you see are cynical feuds.
But let's close our eyes, clasp hands and pray
To love and live for another day.
Like a flower in a meadow, like a shell on sand
Our hearts tied, brings beauty to this land.
With your tears and sighs, you ask me why..
Well I love you for a reason, didn't I?
Cruxifiction of The AngelHer heart washed pure of sins. Walked the lonely paths of purgatory. Felt neglected as if no one bothered to give her a smile. She came across a demon. He gave his love to her and took her in. Not knowing it was a trap she gave him her heart and came to life. Condemned for what she believed in. Sentenced to be charred for her merciful actions, her spirit now belongs to the cross. A soul who loved everyone and now she hears the death toll ring. Bewitched by the devil and possesed by evil, overwhelmed her. Forced against her will to do not what she have wished. "Forgive me Lord" was her final words as her body was nailed to the cross as a victory for Satan.
Perfectly Imperfect.They have imperfections. Flaws too easily seen. Bruises run up their arms. Cuts stream down their faces. Their hearts are pure as artic water and blossom like gorgeous newborn flowers. They never thought love was possible and believed that only good things happen to perfect people. But perfect people never cry, never drink, never hurt, and never exist. And if you see with your heart, and listen with your eyes, you can see a lot more beauty than ever imagined before. How would've you ever found out they had hearts if you never had one yourself?
EntwineI sit at the edge of a cliff. My feet dangle off.
I'll close my eyes, listen to my soul breathe
And my heart pump
And drift away with the wind.
I'll feel the clouds devour my being
And listen to the air swirl in my lungs and errupts out of my throat.
I'll be safe, as long as the wind carries me and the sky watches over me
As long as the moon lights my way and the stars do not lie.
I'll land in a vast ocean of dreams
And of my wishes.
I'd wish for love, for family, for something with beauty within.
And if I open my eyes now,
What will I see?
HumanA dried up leaf.
Me: Someone that couldn't hang onto life anymore.
Me: Someone who found their place in this world.
A rotting bud on a tree
Me: Someone is letting go and it's time.
A little girl catching a flying rose petal.
Me: Someone who found their heart.
A little boy holding hands with another boy.
Me: Something beautiful and magical that can never be judged.
A bird leaving its nest.
Me: Someone brave enough to find their path.
A runaway child.
Me: A bond was torn.
Me: A human.
WingsI saw someone who wasn't confident enough. Who couldn't stand up for what they believed in. You couldn't stand on your two feet, and when you did you fell. It was cute to watch, but I always tried to stand you upright. You were always bashful and couldn't fly. But I became your wings and was determined to give you a boost. I held you close, for the time we had together was limited. When it was time, you became your own wings, bid a farewell to your home, and took off. The wind became your heart, your soul spreaded away amongst the clouds.
It took a while for you to learn to run and be free, and when you did, you were long gone.
So fly away my dear and never come back. I miss you very much, but there comes a time when you have to sacrifice and let go. And if you don't come around, you were never mine to begin with.
A Pretty Little ThingShe puts herself above others. Twists the hearts of those around. Corrupts the mind and brings it to total, bottomless darkness. And creates chaos so skillfully, it's as if every drop of blood is a work of art. She kills without mercy and dances the night away with a knife in her hand. She weaves impurity into the veins of the poor and reap the souls of children.
She never realized her actions, until one day the town folks prepare for a burn at stake.
Some say she practices witchcraft, some say she was born evil. Some say she was the daughter of Satan.
I watch as her body diminishes into ashes and her spirit burns away with the flames. It leaves behind a crimson aura, so tranquil and enchanting.
Oh my. What a shame. I thought she was a pretty little thing.
The Boy and The BlindfoldI'm sitting on the sidewalk of the street with a friend.
We both saw a child crossing the street.
A car was coming fast, honking its horn at the boy.
He only stood there
And shut his eyes.
I ran out to the streets, pushed the boy out of the way, and grabbed his shoulders.
I shook him and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU, MAD?! COULD YOU NOT SEE NOR HEAR THE CAR COMING?!"
"I can hear the car coming. But not see."
I stared in his eyes, bewildered. But realized,
This boy was blind.
"BUT YOU DIDN'T RUN WHEN YOU HEARD THE CAR?"
"You don't understand life, don't you?" He shook off my grip and walked away. I was confused yet furious.
I have just saved his life yet he says I don't understand it. I come over to my friend. "Did you see that? I JUST SAVED HIS LIFE AND THAT'S ALL HE SAYS TO ME!"
"Maybe he did it for a purpose. There's a purpose behind every action."
"Pft. I don't see a purpose for standing in the street and waiting to be torn by a car."
"Hey, can you turn around for me please?"
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
You Are Me, But I Use to be YouYou take away lives
You pillage homes
You destroy beauty
For it is a ritual.
For it is a traditional game.
You come home
Beaten and tattered
Shirt bloodstained and dignity shattered.
You look in the mirror, your past asks you,
"What do you see?"
"I don't know anymore."
Your past stares intensely in your eyes in the mirror.
"It never had to be this way. You had someone who loved you dearly. You had people who adored you. You had a family who cared for you."
You look up in the mirror with rage.
"What do you know about care? What do you know about love? Everyone fears me. Even You fear me..."
"I never feared you. I was sad because you pushed me away. I died and never came back."
You bunch your hand into a fist and smash the mirror and watches as it shatters to a million pieces and the splinters jab into your flesh.
You collapse to the ground.
"You are me. But I use to be you."
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