Loneliness is like being hit with a ton of bricks everyday,only you don't die

Winter has a brother,and its you

Frost is like coffee compared to you

Can you hear the pieces falling?
Those are parts of me.

Can you smell the putrid flesh burning?
That's mine also.

Can you see the empty space where a heart should be?
That's my sanctuary.

Can you read the words written in something red?
That's my handwriting.

Can you feel the vibrations as this world falls apart?
That's my doing

You keep repeating this,
But I never once saw this "beast"
Maybe its because I didn't get hurt enough?I don't know...just like you don't know

I'm allergic to my thoughts,
The way they sprout up and burst forth pollen that makes me sneeze

Eventually,when every blood vessel is popping.

I'll be thinking of you

You were like a shower of sand
You blinded me just enough to use me

Its blank
Its wet
Its a little morbid
And a lot alone
Its weak
Its frail
Its blind
Its a little torn
Its halfway dead
Its my heart

Even the shadows won't hug me

Your hands were like summer

But your heart was pure winter

You made me realize,you don't need a fist to destroy

When its winter the cold is not appreciated.

But when the sun beats down and rubs us in sticky sweat,we miss that little cold and that coat of white

Emaciated bones
Shivering in shrunken clothes.

Wrinkled faces,tired eyes
Watching the sun is their only prize.

Tears burn their cut up skin
Work injures up their shins.

They cannot speak for they weep for their farmlands
They are so used to work,even with their old hands.

They are dying,dying like flies
Because they are poor and these are their lives

When the night is held prisoner below the horizon

And nothing but the scorching sun dances through the skies

Our eyes shall burn out slowly,like scented candles

First,we shall be happy that the frightening creatures of the dark will have no where to play

Then,we shall weep for our skins will turn crisp and be tan

Next,we would scream for the agony of needing rest would be too much.

We would plead "please night come,please come dear night"

Because we would know this wasnt any mere eclipse

This was how things were to exist now that the night was held prisoner
below the horizon

I am a collection of mistakes.

A catalogue of secrets.

A series of unfortunate events.

I write letters to the dead because they are quiet and they listen.

I write letters to the dead because they like the night as much as I do.

I write letters to the dead because they never write back.

I have the gift of art,but I can't put it to good use.

Creativity blurs my mind but when I touch a piece of paper with a pencil,a pen,a brush it still remains empty.

I'm too scared to even attempt to let the art flow,because I know my paintings,sketches,scribbled messed up drawings would only land me in handcuffs

My eyes are burning and oh so red

I need a hug but got a pinch instead

My senses are growing weak and my hands are shaking

Because everyday my smile is what I'm faking

But when Mr.Dark comes and the daylight is gone

I silently cry till I'm no more

When the rain comes I can't help but smile

Because its mending my cracks all the while.

When the sky rumbles I may wrap a blanket close

But the lightening is the best dose

The clouds are gray and the winds are a band of terror

I just have one wish,that this bad weather will break the mirror

I was used to the beep...the beep of the smoke alarm in my body,telling me my heart was on fire again and burning vibrantly and happily.

I took that for granted and now all I feel is the dying fire and the embers that are losing their glow.

I love metaphors,they are all that is left in my dusty old pantry

I am a canvas,but some artist left me
In front of an open window,while a storm approached

The stars dotted across the dark blue sky remind me of the multitude of my scars.

All spaced out but all connecting to form constellations.

Night has come and the glimmer of the moon won't reach my thoughts.

My mind is pitch black and no child would want to venture there alone...not even me

Bones...protruding from the soft cage of the skin.

Ribs so visible...so countable.

A tiny stomach just within your reach

A space between the thighs where a baby could fit right in.

Small,chicken wings that are called arms.

Just skin and bones

I'm the crack on your lips during winter.

I'm the prickling heat against your skin during summer.

I'm the tickling breeze against your bones during spring

I'm the orange and red that dot the leaves and make your eyes crave the beauty during fall

I'm all seasons,and I'm everywhere.

I often wondered what it was like to be a delicate woman.

To move with grace and be simple yet too complex for anyone to understand.

I often wondered what it would be like to perpetually have your legs crossed and your back straight.

To be so intimidating and yet so alluring at the same time.

I often wondered what it would be like to be that woman from a novel who heads turned for.

To be so breathtaking that even the blind would write poetry about her.

I often wondered if I was ever capable of being such a woman.

To be graceful and not stumble,to be breathtaking and alluring.

Sadly I am not her.

There once was a girl so young and naive

She was kind and her heart she would give

But she was also shy and hid behind her hair

Because lingering in her mind was constant fear

She tried for years to beat the timidness

But all her dreams were crushed by her shyness

As a result no one got to see how huge her heart was

And eventually,she became a lost cause.

Sometimes my heart is a strong as a mountain

Other times it shares the unstableness of jelly

Sometimes it can withstand sub zero temperatures

Other times its just not that lucky

Sometimes it makes a coat for itself trying to prove to the world it can cope on its own

Other times...most times it just shivers in the british cold.

My ribcage has fluttered open,and I can feel my soul leaking out.

My heart is exposed to the harsh winds
and no word proceeds from my mouth

I'm on my knees however so I can hide from humanity

So I can hide that I'm in the clutches of insanity.

How I miss those meek childhood days,
When I would pull pranks and make jokes on this very day.

But now I'm a little too grown up to be that happy again.

I'm a little too experienced in what iscalled pain.

So before I lose this fake cool

I would like to say,April Fool

I hate being told how I feel..it annoys me
The chills and the tingles I felt were never a lie
The honesty I portrayed
The true care and patience was never a lie
Please don't tell me how I feel.for you have no idea

I'm compelled to cry
But the age old question is....does that make me weak?
Someone please tell me because I'm getting cold

I awoke this morning to a feeling in my heart
I had to come on here and not just to try vanquish my demons no...there was something more
I got here this afternoon and I couldn't help but smile at all the love I received.
People liked my poetry and wanted me to stay.
I'm not leaving...not anymore

For the first time in my life,I've decided to see.
Not see with just my eyes,I mean look beyond with my ears and my heart.
I'll listen in the morning when I wake up,I'll drown out the sound of my alarm clock.
I'll listen when I'm having a shower,carefully hearing the sound of the water drop.
I'll listen as I fry some eggs and toast some bread.
I'll listen for things that lay beyond the surface.
And when I get outside for the fresh morning air.I'll listen too the wind,the birds,the dogs,I'll listen to life.

I'm better off alone
I'm better off cold

Starved emotionally and physically the hunger ignites my crazed desires

Unspoken words linger under my tongue and my eyes holds many fires

I quench it all with just a drop of water

Trying to save my strength for later

Starving emotionally and physically

Because you killed all my desires to be full

It wasn't fair how you made me lose control

It wasn't fair how you touched my soul

It wasn't fair that you invaded my thoughts

It wasn't fair I should have ran at all costs

It wasn't fair you made that promise and broke it

It wasn't fair you made my eyes lit

It wasn't fair you made me so confused

It just wasn't fair...now I feel used

I'm broken and you did this

Well let's hope I can fix myself again because this time I really had hope

My brain was right.Those things shall never be

Deleting this account goodbye to every friend or foe I met on here.

In this very moment everything hurts

In this very moment I regret my choices

In this very moment I realize I cant breath

My head hurts because I keep thinking of things my brain tells me will never be

No...

Maybe I'm as tough as I seem...

Or maybe you're just too stupid to see that I need help.

Maybe I'm quiet

Or maybe you just don't see people can die silently

Maybe I love reading

Or maybe you just don't notice how my hands quiver as I cry into the pages.

Maybe I love singing

Or you like my tune just a little to much that you do not envision me putting a cry for a savior in my lyrics

Maybe I am too deep in my little colorful world.

Or you are to blind to see,that I am just a smidge too insane.

Maybe....this is all I will ever get.

When did I stop needing mr teddy to protect me?

When did I lose that cuddly friend and that sense of security?

When did I lose it all and become a broken china doll?

When did I become so lonely?

Someone please call a doctor,tell him words are crippling in my mind.

Someone please call him fast because there are moments I want to rewind.

Someone please tell him to hurry because my pulse is rising  and my heart beat is racing.

Because I'm clue less and visions of us I keep on chasing.

Someone please call a doctor,because I thought I fell in love.

Misery..
She comes when I have friends over
She comes when I'm alone
She ***** the life out of me and banishes my friend happiness.
As misery comes,her aura sending happiness into a disappearing act...I swear I want to cry but I won't let her see,I wont let misery see what she does to me.

What?

You were the blade and of course I was the skin too weak to defend itself