There is no point, all is dust,
my life will end, as all things must.
No feeling is worth the pain of life,
a pointless waste, filled with strife.
So with this blade I'll end it all
and into peace, I'll finally fall.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
i have
given up
on you
it's hard
to miss you
giving up
hurts less
than
missing you
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
My heart bleeds poetry, the way your wrists bleed blood
And so I bled, as my world fell into the mud
Yet I bleed not now, for neither do you,
and you don't care, so you're not going to.
But let it not be said, that I did not try,
I just can't bleed poetry, with a muse that's gone dry
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
*Broken thing, little bird
Still your wings and heed my word
There's always time to fly again
So take a rest my weary friend.
Feel the wind rush through the leaves
Sway gently on the summer breeze
Slow your breath and end your song
My little bird, the day is long.
Oh, baby bird, my little crow
I love you more than you could know
Sleep sweetly, softly, precious one
The night has come, the day is done.*
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
*I don't want an umbrella
I just need someone
To hold my hand and walk
With me through the rain
I need no pain killer
I just want someone
To stay ,one to talk
To till I'm past the pain
I don't want a fairy tale
I just pray for someone
with whom our story'll end well
Someone to make me love again*
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
The gun's cold barrel against my head
If I pull the trigger then I'll be dead
I'll paint the wall with my blood so red
Free from the world, I will be dead.
Or swing my neck, from a rope
I've given up the notion of hope
And none will care, or cry or mope
They won't even notice, or so I hope
I just shouldn't have said a single thing,
then my ears would not ring,
with the sound of the pain, living will bring
and I wouldn't have to hear, the angels sing.
Oh well, too late now.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
I finally found the words, but I found them far too late,
I guess I can't avoid, that cruel, cruel thing called fate.
I've wanted to tell you for longer than I can recall,
But now I've missed my chance, I can't tell you it at all.
So I'll scream into my pillow, scream till my face is blue,
Screaming all the words, I wish I could be whispering to you.
But it's too late, I messed up, missed my chance,
No more future for the two of us, but at least we had that dance.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I'd pretended for so long,
that I'd forgotten it was real.
So when things started to go wrong,
I didn't know what to feel.
I slowly slipped away from you.
then blamed you when you left.
I lost myself in feeling blue
and forgot about your theft.
I was so sure I had forever,
that I'd forgotten about right now.
Now I know I wasn't clever,
because I let you forget how;
You were my muse,
and I loved you so.
Now I write like this as if it's news,
but I messed up long ago.
I finally understand
but took me far too long.
The time's no longer at hand,
and I was far too wrong.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
She's a strange one
And sometimes I think she likes
To play dumb
And sometimes I think she likes
To play the broken little bird
And she can twist whatever words
I dare to utter
She gives you that look, like butter
Wouldn't melt
Like all that time you spent
With her means the world
And she's a transfixing girl
She can make your heart feel alive
She'll make your soul feel numb
And I'm telling you, she's a strange one.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC