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Amaya K Lilium Aug 2010
Not quite spoons
And not quite forks;
These tools are great for eating,
But they don’t have much torque.

That’s okay though,
I don’t hold it against them,
I just want to congratulate
The person who invented them.

For being made of plastic
They’re really quite resilient.
A spoon/fork combination?
Sporks are ****** brilliant!
Lacking inspiration, I asked a friend for a topic. She said sporks, so in less than five minutes, I came up with this. I'm actually pretty pleased with it, all things considered, haha.
Amaya K Lilium Jul 2010
Oh this pounding in my head -
why won’t the voices stop?
Pressure builds behind my eyes,
with this pain I will surely drop.
Can I hold on much longer?
This is no piece of cake.
Someone please find me some relief
for this splitting headache!
Amaya K Lilium Jun 2010
Remember the scars, remember the date;
Everyone keeping the promise you hate.
Minutes, hours, days crawl by,
Every single second another chance for goodbye.
Mourning the lost of what you long to find,
Being forgotten, always left behind.
Everyone still keeping that promise you hate,
Remembering the scars but forgetting the date.
Amaya K Lilium Jun 2010
Stepping in the footsteps
of mistakes made long ago;
I can't seem to stop myself
from trudging through this snow.
I cannot see the light ahead
or any from behind.
My thoughts have seemed to disappear -
there's nothing here to find.
I feel like I'm running in circles;
around and around I go.
Forever trapped inside my head,
there's no where else to go.
I don't know why I'm stuck here,
but there's one thing that I do know;
if you ever think to look for me,
you'll find me buried in the snow.
Amaya K Lilium Jun 2010
Peace of mind is ephemeral,
drifting in harmony, then abruptly skewed.
The quintessence of humanity lost in the blink of an eye.
A gravitational pull overwhelms
Persistent
Tugs at the edges of reality
Patient
Disseminates thoughts, life
Painful
There is no escape as the jarring force draws inward,
voraciously swallowing everything in reach.

Distorting changes,
a myriad of sights, sounds,
besiege a troubled mind.

Blackness
Heavy and infinite
A suffocating contradiction to everything that was.
Ripping, tearing
Impossible void of compressed nothingness.
Twisting, rearranging
Pretentious "used to be"s into trembling trepidation,
too adrift to find the way back.

This is the point of no return.
Who is that person in the mirror now?
Amaya K Lilium Jun 2010
What does it matter to you?
My screams mean nothing to you.
Clawing, scratching, scrambling
for something, anything to cling to.
****** fingers and blind eyes;
no one else can hear these cries.
My mind: shattered, broken, defeated,
smeared on the floor for all to see.
The only voice I hear in the dark -
my Demon with his painful remarks.
Words ring off the walls; he speaks
velvet Lies into my ears for weeks.
Humanely malicious;
he tears my mind asunder.
Lusciously venomous;
he drags my broken body under.
There is no cure, no escape;
he is my twisted fate.
When I am vulnerable, he crawls to my side.
There is no one to tell me otherwise.
So what does it matter to you?
My screams never meant anything to you.
Amaya K Lilium Jun 2010
The closer you
     pull him
The further you
     push me
          Away.

The more you
     kiss him
The less I
     fake each
          day.

I can't keep this
     heart beating when
All I know is
     Pain.

I said no
     for you
You wouldn't say
     anything for
          me.

Your feelings for
     him shown
Mine I can't
     let you
          see.

A blood stain on
     my shirt the
Only thing to
     give me Away.

The promise you
     made me
The promise I
     can't take
          any more.

What I gave
     up for you
Only for you
     to shut the
          door.

You are so
     blinded by this;
I am so
     sick of this.

For you I became a
     Sacrifice,
But this act I won't
     commit twice.

I've learned my lesson.
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