Armadillo - dead on the road I wonder why he was crossing. Armadillo - broken and cold His body the pavement embossing. His banded shell will move no more Forever staying curled He’ll never reach his grassey shore Or see his path unfurled.
Your frightened eyes look to me for Solace Comfort Fixing How can I hide that I’m frightened too? Scared I’m Too slow Too ****** Not good enough To fix you Help you Heal you. I try to keep moving I try keep strong But inside I’m terrified “What if I’m wrong?” “What if I hurt you?” “What if you die?” It’ll be all my fault When your family cries I want to help I want to heal To ease the pain and fear you feel But I’m not enough. I’m not enough. I’m not enough. My heart bleeds with you my hands will shake My voice comes out strong But You don’t see. You don’t see. You don’t see. The me that goes home Slams her whiskey And cries herself to sleep. I didn’t save you. I couldn’t help. They tell me I’m Smart. Strong. Capable. But they don’t see The me in the mirror The me that bleeds Because I’m not enough. Not enough. Not enough.
I am a part of a broken generation Our economy Our climate Our very way of life - broken - I am apart from this broken generation I will strive To fix To heal To love The hatred that spreads like cancer Blackening the hearts of the world I will stand apart I will love the broken And heal the hurting And perhaps The next generation Will be a little less broken.
Dichotomy, I am two. Which is my real self? Maybe more, I'm fractured though, I don't even know myself. This one here and that one there which version of me will come out next? I do not know, but this is sure, I long to find egress. Solidify and unify Please these fractures hurt. Jagged edges rend and try to take away my rest.
Hard and black, interspersed with bright sunshine. Empty abyss spaced with warm glow. Crossing everywhere, leading nowhere. Cracks appear to be filled and ***** again. Accompanied always by a pounding roar. Glittering insects follow their paths, diversion leading to disaster.
Her wand'ring mind doesn't know us, but we're written on her heart. Her spoken words have faltered, they've stopped and just won't start. Her shaking hands no longer hold the ones she once held dear. Her eyes see blind and her ears no longer hear. The memories she had of me are slipping further each day. Her glassy eyes are showing she's here, but gone away.
For the grandma I never got to know, because Alzheimer's took her mind away long before her body.
Hold me closely as your bones. Grab me tight and don’t let go. Let me be a part of you, I’ll hold you up and see you through all the dark times you may see. Never alone, always we who face it together, never apart. Hold me closely as your heart.
All of my feelings I hold in my heart But my heart has a hole And nothing will stay It will fill for a moment But then will depart My happiness drains fast away. Empty and numb This hollowness echoes Mocking with all that I lack I try and try but never can manage To take that happiness back
Would you hate me if you knew all The love I pour on you? Would it scare you, make you run how I wish you were the one? Just look inside my heart, it was you right from the start. But I was scared and ran away. Now I always rue the day that I stepped into your light and you swept away my night. Cuz I’m addicted to that shine but know it never can be mine.
Would you hate me if you knew How much I just want you?
In the end Don’t remember me But Remember how I made you feel In the end please don’t be sad I only ever tried to heal In the end When I’m gone I hope you’re happy and free In the end Bury me in a garden full of trees With an oak for a pillow And a blanket of sunflowers In the end Let me brighten your life Just one more time
Sleep won't come. The gates of my dreamland remain firmly locked. The hands of time turn slowly, inching away in agony. Why? Is my life to be one sleepless night after another, one broken dream after the next? Why does my head feel so utterly blank? Why am I so utterly blank?
Lost in a sea of indifference, my soul aches but my heart is numb. Stumbling through waves of sorrow Still, my heart is numb. My mind wanders, dreams, longs, for something. Something unknown, out of reach. It wanders into black and wonders why should it return? Return to numb longing, reaching, feeling hoping, despairing. Wandering ever into black.
The screaming presence of silence. The sharp chill of the world around you. The grey haze that covers your eyes, and the heavy ache that leadens your heart. The ghost of a body not present. The lack made all the more apparent for the wanting. The building pressure of all the love inside you, with no one on whom to bestow its warmth. The sharp ache, as that love turns to stagnant poison building up and lurking inside of you.
When I was a child I was taught we are born with a god-shaped hole in our hearts So I tried To fill that hole with all the god I possibly could But still I was empty Alone Hollow. So I built a mask And covered the hole Because what else could a “good Christian girl” do? I desperately hid my emptiness until you. You saw my mask for what it was: A lie to hide my misery. You saw the toxic lie long before me And you opened my eyes to the truth. You were the spark That burned my mask away.
And I am finally free
The void exists in all of us And we all search to fill it We try gods of every form and color and character, and once we realize gods are worthless we try: money, power, drugs, alcohol,
What fills the void we all hold? What? When we are all just lonely animals existing and longing for more.
No monsters lurk underneath my bed, but many prey within my head. Monsters of my own design they lurk within and haunt my mind. Whispering my deepest fears, they follow me throughout the years.
I try my best to shut them out ignore the vicious things they spout. But every time they start to prey they know the perfect thing to say. Things that leaden down my heart, things that come and won't depart.
They whisper deep within my mind of things I've lost and cannot find. Things gone wrong and things awry they view my life and whisper "why." "Why are you here, why not just leave you're not even wanted, no one will grieve."
Temptation is there, opportunity knocks. So many options to leave this foul box. This cage I've created that lives in my head, this small voice that whispers, "You're better off dead." But **** them completely, at least for today. For at least one more sunrise, I've chosen to stay.
I collect my tears. And keep them in a bottle. Not one shall escape from my grasp. Not one shall escape for my fearless façade would ***** and shatter like glass. This bottle can only hold so much before it is ready to burst. Its river runs fast and cannot be stopped. This bottle I hold is a curse.
Circle and circle - around it goes. pulling him outward before anyone knows. Sinister core flawless face. It catches - corrupts - consumes scorning his father's grace. Eating the mind decaying the heart. Fearlessly marching when did it start? It started so simple, It started so small. Now look how its grown, eclipsing it all.
Sometimes, many times I think I’m almost over you. I think I can move on. I think I can find someone to love and have them love me back. But then, we talk and I see you smile that ****** smile. I see The way your whole face lights up and your eyes twinkle with mischief. The sardonic wit and the kindness buried underneath all your hurt. And then I’m stuck again Stuck loving you. Stuck seeing that ****** smile.
Let's play a game of Russian roulette I’m the only player So go ahead, place your bet. I’m not scared, let’s have some fun You bring the liquor I’ll bring the gun I know I’ll lose, but that’s okay I’ll end it quick, I don’t wanna stay.
Sometimes, You're drowning in your imperfections. Sometimes, There's nothing left to give. Sometimes, The emptiness drills a hole within you. Sometimes, You wonder what it is to live. Sometimes, The numbing blanket falls away. Sometimes, The pain will make you bend. Sometimes, The silence screams around you. Sometimes, The night will never end. Sometimes, The dawn's slowly coming. Sometimes, It never is.
Save me, I'm drowning In all the tears I've left unshed. Catch me, I’m falling Away from hopes I’ve left unfed. Heal me, I’m broken. Hopeless voices fill my head. Leave me, I'm fine. My lonely path looms up ahead.
Good and bad are associations Of feeble minds Red. What is red? A blood-soaked war or a velvet drape. A lashing of fists may hurt for a week turning purple, then blue, and green. But the power of a word can outlast it all. It echoes on forever echoes again and again Raining down fresh blows with each recollection.
There is a universal fear we all hold inside. To walk this world alone without a hand to hold. We all crave the love of another. We all fear a life lived without. But why? Why can we not be satisfied with ourselves? Why do we crave the love and attention of others at such a deep desperate level that people will put up with abusive toxic leeching individuals just to feel some semblance of love or affection?
When we met you were shining, vibrant and alive, fearless to the world around you. I watched from the sidelines as you conquered your world.
Then we were friends and I learned of your darkness. It made me love you all the more for the light you brought my world. We were friends and I loved you but I realized too late. The wall had been built and our line was drawn.
Friends we remain and my love still continues tainted by sadness and the echo of what might have been.
So I search for someone who will bring as much light to my world. While you sit on the pedestal I've built you. Shining, and untouchable.
A boy then fought a villain black, on shadowed steed with shadowed tack; and when he thought his end was near he heard a whisper in his ear. "Courage, courage, little one. Fight until this villain's done. And should you fall unto his blade, then this day was a hero made." So he fought the villain black on shadowed steed with shadowed tack. He fought till he could not fight back, the shadowed steed, the villain black. And as the villain fell to die he looked the boy clear in the eye. "You boy, a hero be, for with thine sword you conquered me."
Maybe and Almost. It almost worked out. Maybe it still could. We were almost happy. Maybe I could be happy without you. I was almost OK. Maybe I still can be. I almost didn’t make it. Maybe I’ll try again. I was almost happy. Maybe I still can, maybe I never will.