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I love the sweet taste of irony
engraved onto these cement walls
The troubled kiss of courage,
would guarantee that you never fall

I'd miss the growing ebony thoughts
that flow like rivers and wine
To graze the simplest of truths
Would be to grace the divine

A daring act of hope will last
Through the cloud of tears
A trial to be forgotten hence
For years and years and years

Stretch the metaphor to sing aloud
Amongst the chorus deep within
The love will run rampant now
Through the gates of sin

A liar was made of me today
When I told the world who I was
For I see no reason to ever be
For I only seek a single cause

Please take from me this hand
To hold in glory and in fate
To remember the past I had
To have done everything too late
the air was thick and heavy and she waited for the storm to come
having in the heat of day sweated out the demons who haunt her nights
longing for the cleansing rain to dance her spirit free
she doesn't feel it but
wants it
needs it
willing some dark prince to empty his soul out of the heavens
she doesn't feel it but is
wanting
needing
crying out in agony of losing what was never hers
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
N M
High school
is all about losing who you are
and turning out
who you're supposed to be
anyways
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
Ella
I fell for you,
I didn't want it,
I didn't need it,
but i did.

You left,
I was heartbroken,
but i survived,
almost.

Months went by,
no sign of you for ages,
then out of the blue,
you come back.

My face told the story,
a thousand tears,
all for you,
but you couldn't see.

You couldnt see the hurt,
you couldn't see the pain,
as you walked up the corridor,
that cocky smile you always held.

So I took a breath,
Decided I couldn't run,
or hide,
I wasn't going to show you what you've done.

I spent time with you,
laughed,
talked,
like old times.

But not once did you ask me,
how are you?
what have you been doing?
it was just random chatter.

Because I think you saw it,
the pain in my voice when i asked,
why are you here?
you just smiled

You had to leave in the end,
thats 3 times now,
except this time,
it was different.

It wasn't awkward,
it wasn't sad at first,
we just smiled,
and you turned and walked.

You didn't say goodbye,
neither did i,
we just parted,
it wasn't what i expected.

Of course the real pain came after,
hiding the tears on the way home,
realising all the things i could of said,
what i shouldn't have said.

So when i got home,
when i was alone,
that was when i cried,
ipod in- door closed.

The sad songs,
all reminded me,
of how I still love you
I still miss you.
The bullet is cold
And sits heavy in my hand
No need to etch your name
Since you're the problem at hand
The metal rolls through my fingers
Just like the thoughts through my head
So icy and cruel with a vicious intent
Tormenting, all the lies that were said
But even worse were the truths
That so harshly were fed
It's been to my fortune
That you never have seen
All of these tears
That I continually bleed
All that I want
Is for you to see
Every one of my weaknesses
And every part of me
But you unlike the bullet
Never wanted to see
Anything more
Than the outside of me
My physical beauty
Outnumbered by flaws
Once I looked in the mirror
And what did I see
A perfect porcelain doll
Staring back at me
But like a rock to a window
Were your words to my heart
And I watched myself shatter
I just fell apart
You've just absolutely killed
Inside your shining star
So blinded by your thoughts
No one knows who you are
I tried to find out
But I wasn't strong enough to stay
Now both of us are miserable
And I don't know what to say
So now I'll solve both our problems
With one single shot
A toast to no more pain
A toast to no more drama
Another for no more sin
And again for no more trauma
Now forever in your head
A thought like a fang
Forever you will hear
That last fatal BANG
I was a very distraught youth.  I still love this poem though
i am attracted to your soul
no need for smoke and mirrors
You make comic book origin stories fascinating
Ninja Turtles and the Swamp Thing
As I let my eyes roam over you I somehow take it in
Though you may have to tell me again

I could devour you
Take you into my body and keep you
I would open in your hands like a stuck jam jar
To the strongest man in the world

I was looking at your hands today
Rough
A freckle oddly placed on one finger
My eyes at your shirt collar
Where it meets your neck
Her name staring back at me, ignored
I imagine flesh

At home I take the hottest shower
To wash away              falling in love
But all I lose is your smell
Tonight my past is creeping on my thoughts.
Countless days in a house by myself.
Memories of the schizophrenia I had when I was younger.
I call what I had schizophrenia, because I am not sure my imagination was twisted enough to have it insult me to the point of giving me nightmares.
I remember all of the times that I left people behind when I moved.
I recall all of the people I have ignored.
I take all of this into my head, and I just wish that I was a better person.
I do what I can for people, but I rarely let anyone get close to me in life.
I don't compliment people without seeing actions worthy of recognition.
I don't have any remorse for people when I think they deserve something.
I just lay down now, and I wish I could be someone's teddy bear.
I just wish that I could be valued with secrets, held often, and come to for comfort.
It sounds like a life I could live well.
Sure after they grew up they would probably move on, but at least I would have helped them.
Some people even keep their teddy bears for as long as they can.
So maybe I could have someone to be around.
Today has been a good day, and tonight is not the exception this time.
I changed perspectives to see why I was sad.
I realized that I was only sad due to being lonely.
Beyond that, I realized that my solitude is mostly my fault.
I never ask anyone to hang out, or even if they want to meet me somewhere.
I never really make an effort, yet I complain when no one offers.
I have only talked about myself tonight, and not why I chose to write.
I wanted to write because I have been writing selfishly.
I wanted to let you all know how I feel about this tonight.
You all reading this make me happy.
You all remind me that I am not alone.
Every comment helps me think, and grow in confidence.
Every view on something I write let's me know that someone understands my situation.
Every like on something I write let's me know that my actions are normal.
I am a happy teddy bear even though I am alone.
I know that some people prize their possessions without interacting with them.
Maybe I am just kept on a pedestal, so that people will only notice once I am gone.
Maybe I can just be there for everyone instead of loving one person.
I want to make an impact, so why don't I make a little bit of an effort?
Friends around me are hurt, people around me more so, and I am inconsequential in comparison.
If I spend so much time seeing what is wrong with me, why can't I just aim it at someone else to help?
My thoughts are spread tonight, but I am not sad.
I just want someone to talk with until I am tired, or at least someone to say goodnight to.
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