I sit here everyday
And watch her say
She loves somebody else
I like all her pics
And comment when i cen
And Try not to creep her out
Hoping one day she'll notice me
But knowing tha she never will
Whenever shes down
I try to make her feel special
Texting her long sentences
About how "we" care about her
Even though i really mean me...
But someone better comes along
And says two words that sweep her off her feet
And I still Know
She'll never notice me....
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
She Paints A Pretty Picture
But The Story Has a twist
Her Paint Brush is a Razor
And Her Canvas Is Her Wrist
She Paints Her Pretty Picture
Its A Color Thats Blood Red
While Using Her Sharp Paint Brush
She ends up Finally Dead
Her Pretty Pictures Fading
Quite Slowly On Her Arm
The Bloods Not moving through her
She Can no longer Do Harm
She Painted Her Pretty Picture
But Her Picture Has a twist
You See Her Mind was the razor
And Her Heart was Her Wrist
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Mirror
They copy your every move.
Your every step.
Your every expression.
They are out to get you.
They are waiting for you to make a mistake.
They are the evil you.
You shouldn't trust the mirror.
That mirror, a mirror.
It's the evil you.
The opposite.
They say if you chant certain words, it will come out. You could come into their world.
Mirror world, the opposite world, underworld.
But only under one condition, you must do what they ask. You must obey.
Yes, there is another way, another option.
Death.
Don't trust the mirror.
Don't trust the mirror world, the underworld.
Don't trust yourself.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Close Your Eyes
I can't be with you today
but if you close your eyes and think;
I'll be beside you in the kitchen
wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.
I'll be with you in the bedroom
waiting quietly on your bed;
Just close your eyes and think of me,
relive those memories in your head.
I'll stand by you in the bathroom,
an unlikely place to meet;
I'll smile at you so playfully
as I let you brush my teeth.
I'll be your light in the darkness,
shining steady through and through;
You only have to watch it glow
to know I think of you.
I'll be the music that you listen to,
I'll be there in every song:
I'll laugh with you and sing with you,
and comfort you when your day's gone wrong.
I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair,
I'll be that warm embrace;
I'll be the hand on your shoulder,
I'll be the tender touch on your face.
I'll be the clock gently ticking,
reminding you of the times;
We've shut the rest of the world outside
we're in our own world - yours and mine.
I'll be the moon as it dances
on the water cold and still;
For I have loved you always
and I know I always will.
Though you may not see me physically
as you live your life today;
Just close your eyes and think of me
I will not be far away.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
.
...is a fragile little thing,
that most tend to overlook.
Small word with a **** big meaning*.
Some may uphold it; some may
conveniently have it mistook...
Trust...
...is in the grasp of the unknown
stranger,
that helps you up when you've fallen
down.
Trust...
...is the pact between you and the cab
driver,
as he takes you to where you want to
be, across town.
Trust...
...the bough on which your swing does
sit.
Pray that it doesn't break as you enjoy
its joyous ride.
Trust...
...your cook, hoping in your food he
doesn't spit...
Especially when you've provided
feedback that scuffed his pride.
Trust...
...lays exposed when the keys to your
house you surrender,
to your neighbour who'd keep an eye
while you're away on a retreat.
Trust...
...exists latent in the open palm of your
caregiver...
As a child you'd take his hand so he'd
ferry you safely across the street.
Trust...
...is the unspoken oath that I had thought
we both held sacred...
When I spilled the contents, my heart
couldn't bear much longer.
Trust...
...meant nothing when you took it all for
granted,
when you weakened and succumbed...
...and then shared with another...
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Cut a rose in full bloom
Till he brings us to our doom
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
With this knife I take
Till we meet our fate
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
Upon time I strike
Chance to live? I might
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is ****** but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC