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"What are we gonna do with her?" Her voice had never sounded so cold.
"You know what we have to do." I couldn't stop shaking.
"I know but when?"
"Tomorrow, I've already made the appointment."
"She'll never agree."
"I don't care what she does. This is about what she did and how we can rectify the situation."
"I'll put something in her breakfast. Doctor Hamilton is a friend. He won't mind a bit of drowsiness.
"Sounds fine, I don't care what you do as long as that abomination is destroyed. With any luck, she'll go with it."
"Just pray for the best."
"Praying? what do they know about praying? No just god would condone such a prayer, and if he does, he is no god of
A Hero. The Ruler.I never meant to be a hero.
I just wanted to make things right.
Never wanted to save the world,
but I felt the need to fight.
No one should have to bow down.
No one should surrender their all,
but he was their shepherd,
and all the sheep were so small.
A dark hero,
valiant and fierce in his desire for freedom.
A white knight,
driven with mad with power, yet seen as a beacon,
and me in the middle,
never wanting a part.
I was filled with desire,
and a thirst to follow my heart.
Now they all look to me,
but how can I rule?
This wasn't the plan.
How could he have been such a fool?
I'm only the black sheep,
just as minuscule and insignificant.
I'm just the one who took a stand,
but now the world is in my hands.
Open The Door. Stop DreamingStop pushing!
Stop blaming me, you're only dreaming.
Give me space.
Let me breathe.
My mind is spinning and my temper seethes.
You've gone crazy.
Yeah, you've lost it.
Tucked yourself away in a mental closet.
The bad things can't see you,
but you can't see the truth!
Can't see I've grown up and you're losing youth.
You can't hear me banging on the door,
can't hear the cracking of the floor.
This perfect world is slipping away.
It's time for you to come out and play.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
I won't go away till you open the door.
I'm glad you're cozy in your imagination,
but guess who had to make up your lack of participation.
I don't love you,
maybe I never will,
but you've got obligations to fulfill.
You've got a kid,
a mouth to feed,
a human to love and lead.
You can't hide forever,
so come out. See what you've done.
Watch you're perfect world come undone.
My Name Was, But Now Is...My name was...
I had no face,
just a mask.
It covered all the secrets,
tucked away the past.
My hands were not my own.
They went without command,
pushing away the ones who loved,
and slicing me up till I could not stand.
My feet carried me on,
just going through the motions.
There was no fear or bitterness.
I could not muster an emotion.
But now my name is...
I let my face show at times.
Sometimes I don't care who sees.
It's exciting and scary,
and it feels so free.
Now, my hands listen,
when they feel like it anyway.
They're stubborn and strict,
but it gets easier by the day.
My feet are walking anew.
Sometimes the path gets rough,
and I want to go back,
but I am confident. I am tough.
I don't know who I am yet,
but I can almost see it.
I'm so close to knowing the truth.
I've come too far to quit.
So, have hope.
Things will get better,
but you'll never get to see it
if you're gone forever.
Her GripBreathing is ragged.
Head is spinning.
You run faster and faster,
but you know she's winning.
As she closes the distance
her voice becomes clear,
whispering your secrets,
and your darkest of fears.
Your energy is waning,
and she's only getting faster,
and you know without a question,
this will end in disaster,
Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,
It's stubborn and strong.
It's all over now.
It's all going wrong.
fly on your way.
live another day.
why are you here?
This place is so dark.
It fills you with fear.
O dragonfly, dragonfly
I fear for your life.
Your flight,once so careless,
is now filled with strife.
Dragonfly, my dragonfly
live on for me.
I know life is hard,
but soon you'll be free.
Dragonfly, poor dragonfly
they try to pull you down,
but your wings need to fly.
I fear you may drown.
Dragonfly, please dragonfly.
They're toxic and mean.
They'll kill you so quickly.
Things aren't as they seem.
Dragonfly, brave dragonfly
you've started your flight.
You're out of the darkness
and headed for the light.
Thank you dear dragonfly.
Now I can be free too.
We're soaring in the light,
and our troubles are few.
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,
nothing to share.
I am lost for inspiration,
and I don't even care.
So what if I don't write?
It's not like it's good.
So what if I don't draw?
It's not like I ever could.
I don't need to create.
It's all pointless in the end.
I thought I loved my pen and brush,
but they're just false friends.
Don't ThinkDon't think.
Make your mind go hazy.
Have another drink.
Make the voices go away.
O, make them go away!
I can't take this anymore,
no, not another day.
Drown them all.
Before they take you down.
"But you've already started the fall"
No! Don't think like that.
There's still hope, still time.
It's my choice, not theirs,
mine, only mine.
I can still do this.
I can still win.
I'll take one more drink,
then never again.
I can face this on my own,
without a bottle or knife.
This is my fight.
This is my life.
My Little FlameO little flame,
you once burned so free.
You were bright and warm,
so comforting to me.
But now you wither and cool,
soon to go out.
I hope to restore you,
but my heart's filled with doubt.
I don't have the energy.
I don't have the drive.
I'm sorry little flame.
I can't keep you alive.
And without you, my fire,
there's really no hope for me,
but this was always inevitable,
always so plain to see.
O, flame, I wish it were different.
I wish you could live on,
but it's too late now.
Our time together is gone.
So good bye lovely flame.
Thank you for your time.
I'm glad that for a moment
you were only mine,
and as I watch you fade away,
I can feel myself going dim.
Already I am nothing.
I can't live without him.
My flame was my last hope,
so now I say good bye.
I have no reason to live,
and I wish very much to die.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
End up Like MeDo you ever wish
you could fade into the background,
where the world couldn't see you,
where you didn't have to make a sound?
Do you ever cry
because you don't know who you are,
don't know why your here,
don't want to stay, want to run far?
Do you ever cut,
tear your skin apart,
let the blood drip,
waiting for death to start?
If you do,
turn back now,run,
find your life, your sun.
end up like me,
Empty and hopeless,
through the darkness,unable to see.
love who you are,
or end up like me,
with help so very far.
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