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  Dec 2015 shåi
Jeremy Bean
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
shåi Nov 2015
somehow i always
wrote poems
fantasizing about
the beautiful picture frames
and the way your hair shone

you looked so perfect
(at least that was what i thought)
it was only a facade
just a mere existence

i failed to write
about the way the blood
rushed through your eyes
like fire

i failed to see
how
a silent stream of tears
constantly fell upon your face

i failed to see
the imperfections of a love
so strong

i wrote about the mere
cliche
i failed to see
how the picture isnt as perfect
as it used to be
i thought you changed
but it was my fault all along

(b.d.s.)
i miss being on here sigh
  Nov 2015 shåi
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
shåi Oct 2015
rip
bury me in
the beach
along with my feelings

so that the waves
of love will gently
spray upon my face

bury me in the beach
so i may never see life
again

forget about me
im only a pack
of broken dreams
and lost desires

bury me in the beach
its where i belong
i am nothing
this is my self sacrifice

bury me in the beach
as i will make love
to the ground i had once
came from

(b.d.s.)
i love you
shåi Oct 2015
my body haunts me
with the unwritten verses
of a starving poet

and my body tingles
with the emotions
of caged heart of fire

(b.d.s.)
shåi Oct 2015
there is a box
i am alone
dead inside
motionless

i figure that
this is only a dream
i am only dead


darkness swallows
me
into depths
i cannot see

i am confined
into the corners
of my own head

i try to run
but somehow i am
still trapped
stuck once more

i am a sinner of love.
what do i do? what do i do?
my shadows tell me
i cant escape too

my shadows keep
me as their prisoner
sell my soul
to be a slave of love
(b.d.s.)
shåi Sep 2015
u
two eyes
two hearts
one love
a girl lost

one shadow
two cuffs
many lies
deceitful lust

dark minds
spilled ink
one corpse
color.

two eyes
dark poetry
one coffee
one broken heart

two sleeves
million miles
passionate lust
a painful goodbye.

(b.d.s.)
for you.
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