The musician cries
As he sings a sweet song
He feels the same way
As he has for so long
The feeling of love and
The feeling of worth
Has all been crumbled
And put in the dirt
After a show he gets peace of mind
Finding room to breath
But still not all are kind

That night they caused him to crack
Pushed him to the limit
And that was that
He wrote one last song
Recorded it there, played it outloud
In case someone cared
Noose made from the strings of a guitar
He walked off the staff
And stopped his metronome heart

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aching, tired, weary.

Pain?

Me?

Why ever me? My pain shrinks.

Never, oh never would that happen.

At least that's what everyone else thinks.

I cover my feelings with a mask of happiness.

Trying to hide,

Trying to shield myself from deadliness

Of my heart.

I sit here thinking, wondering, I feel,

I feel dumbstruck.

Like Alice, curious, wondering,

Wondering what's going on in this wonderland of emotions.

I feel stuck.

I don't even know who I am,

Myself!

But apparently everyone else does.

At least that's what everyone else thinks.

Me.

Me.

Me, myself, and I.

Am I the one or am I three?

No one will ever know.

Well, maybe,

Just maybe,

Everyone else will.

Remember I'm happy!

Happy.

Happy?

Am I really?

At least that's what everyone else thinks.

we are an ignorant generation, loosely saying words when we don't know what they mean. So we speak, while stuck in between truths and lies. And we will continue to sleep beneath polluted skies.

I've heard it's possible to fly.
I've heard of people doing it.
Apparently if you push somebody around long enough, then they can.
I've heard they fly when they give up.
I've heard they fly without others knowing.
Apparently sticks and stones break the our bones, but words can make us fly.
I've heard that they cry.
I've heard they can't stand it.
Apparently they stop standing, and end up laying down like nothing ever happened.
I've heard that when you fly there's no turning back.
I've heard that sometimes flying breaks your neck.
Apparently when you fly you end up 6 feet in the ground.
I've heard it's possible to fly.

if looks could ****, I would have killed you by now.

Do you ever just wonder
What is like
To feel the pain
and loose sight
of what's real
Within in time
Words will ****
Little nothing's
That mean to much
Falling to death
Seeking a clutch
No escape
From your own head
The monsters live in you
Not under the bed
All the lies
That you made up
Will eat your mind
Cause you to throw up
Never leaving the bed
All is lost all is gone
Demons in your head
All will fade time will end
And that's all that we need

i will never forget the screams
that night
i will never stop playing that scene
over in my head
i will never feel as if i am quite
alright
i will never see her graceful clumsyness
ever again
i will never stop battling in my head
putting up a fight
i will never forgive the ignorance that
stole her
i will never be able to once again be of
true blithe

Friday the 13th isn't a nightmare in just horror movies anymore. The real monsters and villains are living among us. They can look like "normal people" because they are "normal" people. Every day is a nightmare for so many people, and now adding this newer terrorism to the mix is making a more twisted plot. We never know when the ****** scene will come, and we never know when the resolution will be here either. All we can do is hope that there is a resolution, and not a cliff hanger.

I

am

invisible

to the invisible.

I search the crowd for a pair of wondering eyes

Hoping to make eye contact for a split second

Hoping

I still mean

a speck of something



I

am

everything

then I am nothing.

I can be on top of the world

But as soon as you pass without acknowledgment

Barren

is what my

emotions become



I

am

shoving

my emotions to the side

you mean nothing to me anymore

but you did mean something

we did have something

Smile.
Laugh for them.
You're the happy friend.
The one they look to for comfort.
Did it ever occur to them that you need that too?
Smile.
Laugh for them.
You're a mess, control yourself.
The one who does it all wrong.
Did it ever occur to them that you end up failing?
Smile.
Laugh for them.
You can't show them that it bottles up.
That you break down.
Did it  ever occur to them that you want to give up?
Smile.
Laugh for them.
You're just a facade, keep it covered.
The fact that you cry, is something you hide.
Did it ever occur to them that you try so hard?
But it doesn't work.

Don't you just feel like a god?
when you walk as if she was nothing
a tad speck if love was a lie to you
you decided to use the word loosely
got to her heart from a slithering tongue
letting demons ignite  you crawled in the dark
love or lust, she feels one and you feel the other
leaving her with words of hopefulness
caring about nothing but egos
her in her contentness asleep
creeping out the door with ease
its's clear you've done this before
she cries when she wakes up and sees
the man who said he loved her
gone as if just a dream
how does he feel?
he feels like a god.
lucifer felt the same
and he was beautiful

The thrill that we could die any second.

Silence.
Every word
Every sound
Every thing
Silence.
Nothing needs to be said
No amount of words can help your situation
Don't think that for a minuet
Even a slight second
That you can be trusted
Or you can trust someone
Silence.
Not even a faint sound
Of a rose petal hitting the ground
So elegant
So fragile
But so loud.
Let it be
Silence.

What do you see
When you look into my eyes?
I can't help but wonder
Every time you stare
What's going on inside of that mind
When you look at me from afar
What is it that you think?
What are your judgmental eyes contemplating?
Your feelings are jumbled
I can't make a single one out
And I can feel everything
From everyone
Am i blinded?
Are you perfidious
Or loyal?
Will you raze me
Or raise me?
Am I just another notch
Or do you want me to be your last?
I can't tell
Everything I see points to you
Every arrow in this world
They face different ways to most
But to me, strait at you
Where will you go?
Where will we go?
Have you decided?
I want to run away into your eyes
Down that dark path
Where light reflects and makes colors
Will you let me?
On that hill
With the swing
The beautiful sunset
Lulling me with every drip of color
Life
And beauty
Whispers creating my dreams
Comforting me
Surrounding me
Pulling up from a raging sea
What do you feel?
I can't tell
And I feel everything
From everyone
Except for you

it's quite funy, isn't it?
how you can find yourself
in the arms of a devil.
misusing, abusing
you and you still fell
right for them
thinking they were angels
so many times before
you find an
innocent love.
that you find a love
that has been untanted
someone fresh and crisp
that loves you even if your
heart has been tainted.
this love is what i
now am blithe for
to see the bright eyes
looking at me with
admiration and endearment.

I'm just trying to breath

a simple inhale and release

its my lungs, they crave it

that air, and i need to appease

but then there's you

you're something in the way

keep clouding my lungs

but i ask you to stay

you calm me

but **** me with every breath

always keeping you near

our love is nothing short of death

you are laced with nicotine

it wraps its claws around me

never allowing me to leave

not letting me be who i want to be

you are like a cigarette

i feel lifeless without you, almost hollow

but with you i'm filled, granted its with tar

i'm still lifeless with you too

Momma always said never to stare at the sun

she never said what to do when it’s inside someone

growing up I always looked forward to staring

long drives, to see the family, always trailing

Right on the tail of the sun

Without it I don’t know what I would’ve done

a world in darkness? How could that be?

That would be a life lived miserably

Daddy always said never to stare at the sun

But without, I don’t know what I would’ve done

growing up the sun was always so beautiful

how could someone not stare? Oh lovely sol

Always letting people bask in the warmth

How will we move forth?

The world will say not to stare at the sun

But the ones with it always has the most fun

in summer, she shines brighter than ever

To be like that, one can only endeavor

The world may never be the same without

but the sun wouldn’t want us to live in doubt

Full of love and full of life

we will be at strife

the only thing is we never said goodbye

We will ask why

we will cry

But the love will never subside

The sun is now where she was meant for

In the sky, bringing warmth to the earth floor

i found a man
i can't write of him
he has done me no wrong
i can't be sad by him
a part of me adores that
another feels equally lost

There's always room, you can't section off your heart, it would hurt to much to tear down those walls and rebuild new ones. So just make it an open floor plan