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My heart is beating
Beating loud
Just not clear

My heart is beating
A steady beat
Yet it hurts

My heart is beating
Pumping blood through my veins
Just not enough

My heart is beating
Beating for the one I love
It just can't show her
                .......
My heart is no longer beating
No longer making a sound
It has lost its rythem
Now it is standing still
Blood now lays down in my veins

My heart has been broken
Broken by the one it truly loves

My heart is now dead in every way
Killed by the one that it loved
A broken heart can heal. It just takes time. Just like the time it took to be broken.
I saw scars upon her arms
I cried when I saw her scars
I promised never to hurt her
I said new ones woundnt appear

Now there are new ones
Now I have hurt her
Now I cry as the number increases
Now I see only scars upon her arms
I'm sorry I didn't mean to break your trust. I truly am sorry
 Dec 2014 Anne Faye
Third Legacy
You were only a dream
A dream so real
but a dream
I could never achieve


Like the sunlight
when it reaches me
but I could never touch
With its brightness
such a blinding light
I could not hope to stare

So instead
I look at the moon
and forget to
sleep at night
because its beauty
elegance
the same as yours
reminds me
of the light

The stars that shine
them I desire
the light's still reaching me
but the star is dead
just like my dreams
My heart in morbid beat
a poem that doesn't rhyme is as a dead poem. Us
I don't even know what the hell is wrong with you anymore.
Just stop, okay?
Please.
Don't tell me how you got drunk, I don't actually care about how you defile your own body or any other girl's body in public or in private, I don't give a **** about how much **** or ecstasy you've messed up your body with. You are beyond under-aged. I don't even care about the law, really. I am not a particularly law abiding person, I don't care if you drink under-aged or sleep around or get high as hell or smoke like it's your last night alive, but don't tell me about it. It doesn't impress me.
It saddens me that you are so young and are already turning to substances. You are letting the drugs and the alcohol swallow you and turn you into someone you are not, losing who you are. It bothers me that you inhale smoke into your lungs before you can even legally drive. It hurts my heart that you seek only to satisfy your body, and you need it from more than one girl, you can't just commit to one person because you have no love in your heart so ***** you.
The problem is, I don't even care, okay?
I don't even care, but you are a cold and unkind person because you are *not faithful, you are so brutal, you know that you are hurting me and don't even f!cking care I wish I could cry but I swore to myself I would never ever cry over you as long as I lived and I don't care, I don't care I DON'T F!CKING CARE ....except I do.
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 Dec 2014 Anne Faye
untitled
Into the depths of the mirror he would gaze
Trying to find himself through the foggy haze
But the air was thick and it stuck in his throat
So he hit his blunt, laid back, and would ****
His mind began to wonder to the places he'd been
And he remembered how happy he was,
way back then
When the sun would always shine, and friends were always near,
When he had a women who to his heart, was dear
Sophie's laugh could brighten his day
And all the pains of yesterday would go away
They would hold hands and kiss
His life had found bliss
For he had found Sophie
And Sophie was his
He couldn't have guessed,
Sophie wouldn't live to have kids
When the masked monster broke into their house, they both hid
The mask had a quench for blood,
That only death satisfies
Poor Sophie's last love,
Would be her demise
The mans smile was swept from his face
As he realized the darkness of the place
For where he was, there was no sun
He reached across the table and pick up his gun
And just as the mask had done to Sophie,
He took a life, the finest trophy.
 Dec 2014 Anne Faye
Poetic T
My ears bleed in ecstasy
The momentum
Keeps reverberating through me
I go in to fits of
Euphoria
Delirium
Intoxication
With the words penetrating
My cerebral cortex
Mind does tingle,
Artificial
High
Penetrating,
Through my core
Ecstasy reached with
Every
Note
Played,
My ears still bleed
The pain is intoxicating,
As this song has me
On a high, repeated till I
Bleed  pleasure upon the floor
It is music to my ears, but I'm not the only
One intoxicated by the music I don't **bleed alone.
Listening to  Korn here to stay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr3x7tS__dE

I stayed up all night to watch the release of this
It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.
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