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Enjoy the poetry, don't plagiarize.
Plagiarizers smell like cat pee.
Sleep, carry me away on your gentle wave, where pain and heartache cannot reach me.
And for a moment..I may breathe.
I will lay upon the cerebral shore and yearn for a world where love is mine.
I'll allow myself to drift away, surrendering my soul to the ethereal dance of midnight's reign.
And be swept into a fantasy, a love that waits, a vivid dream, all that erases the undying pain.
"Don't fall for her sweet face." They say.
"She's dark. Just look at her eyes, they're evil."
You see, they read me like a book,
but misunderstand the contents.
For I am not evil, only dead inside.
And we all know the dead won't smile back without force.
I mourn, I mourn, I mourn.
Bereft of all consolation.
A merciless widow of a hopeful life.
-Impatience-
To hasten the day,
when we are poignantly human.
When we are too ill to laugh, play or love.
Too sad to live our dreams,
too much for ourselves to bear,
and still too hopeful to die -
we hasten.
and now there you go, you're gone again.
Just like my dreams.
I still remember your favorite things.
And I can make you a cup of coffee, still, just the way you like it.
The smell of candle smoke, cigarettes, long showers, and shades of baby blue.
I don't know why I am the way I am,
and i'm starting to forget how you felt,
but I remember you.
I don't feel love in my heart anymore,
it feels like pain and weakness.
A constant ache, an everlasting sorrow.
Each day blends with tomorrow,
and in that time there is nothing good to see.
I know life isn't fair to everyone,
but life is pretty mean to me.
I'm lost,
and there's something unfamiliar I feel
that may bring me peace.
Something undiscovered.
Something more, I'd like to uncover.
Those three,
who stole away my halcyon,
have created a nightmare,
a disturbance beyond their comprehension.
And please do not call anymore.
I am no longer friendly..
My trust can't even reach the door.
Each day
there is an ache in me,
and it hurts all over.
It's a routine
to look for the knives placed in me.
The sting remains constant and I have no hope for healing.
-Ellen Hopkins
despair, rolling up the black and red tunnel
no where to exit except the mouth.
Pouring hatred onto all things, like cheap kerosene.
I watch them ignite and burn before me
with tears in my eyes..
And when it's all done, I create ink from the ashes and write again.
as they walk towards the sunset at dawn.
I look for my own body, wondering where she is.
Everything my cold hands grasp, just fall away.
Strangling myself to forget every breath i've taken,
with your name in the exhale.
I never wanted to hurt myself like this,
but I never learned to live without using my heart.
Some days when I wake it's impossible to move my head.
Left or right.
Up or down.
I just want it to stop.
I want it all to stop.
Your light is too weak
to brighten my darkness.
It never helped and you'll never glow bright enough to please me or keep me happy.
My soul is wrapped in a black bow.
I will put you out.
I don't need you.
Like water in the lungs,
like a hole in the head.
At what point in my life have I ever wished for perfection?
In the midst of chaos, confusion and exhaustion all I ever hoped for was peace.
I care not if the vessel I drink from is broken or chipped,
as long as it allows me to drink.
Fueled by whispers untold.
Oh, how i've watered these barren lands with silent tears.
The fruits of my devotion, dying on the vine.
-Untitled-
There's a reality out there for a few,
Where stabbing someone in the heart is great mercy,
and washing their hair is the worse curse.
I've tried, one million times,
to understand what this life means at all.
I am grateful for the mountains to call home.
The dark hemlock forests that cradle me,
And the river that moves me in unpredictable ways.
Oh, to feel moved by something.
-Untitled-
Grief is everywhere.
suspicious muses, working overtime.
I promised the Godless sky that when the river wears out your name
I will move on for good and not love you anymore.
But the waves mock my promise, every visit,
each year. So do the Gods.
There are times where I don't sleep,
I stay up late at night
and think of all the words I should write down.
What would sound nice, what would sound profound?
The latter has never quite appealed to me,
as simple of a human being I am.
I believe deep down in my aching soul,
I have given up.
No rain when the roots dried."
