"Hello there" the figure cooed, looking down at me with my large brown eyes
"I'll be here with you for a long time" the figure promised as I listened to bottles smashing and screams sounding

"I won't let you go" the figure insisted as my pigtails bounced up once I hit the wall.
My puffy face seeming to be calmed as I was told"we have a while together"

But then I grew taller, I did not know how it happened, I did not mean to.

And as I grew the figure saw me less each day, and suddenly when my feet could easily touch the ground as I sat on my swing, the figure was gone,breaking it's promise it made seventeen years before and leaving me because it said "I am innocence and you do not need me anymore"

Notice how the voice that tells you you're beautiful
Is nothing but a little whisper

But the voice that explains all your flaws
Is the one that can be heard above a storm,
Above the sound of heavy machinery,
Above the sound of your heart

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 wonder if I said I need someone how many will come
I wonder if I said I need to talk how many will listen
I wonder if I said I need to cry how many will care
I wonder if I said I need to die how many will try to stop me

She turned into a baby with a bottle in her hand
Her small hands clasping the glass,then reaching for the bottle,the bottle almost bigger than her mouth
The guilt filling her tiny stomach and killing the taste she wanted to use to forget.
But what should a baby barely able to walk need to forget?
Memories of selfishness and blood stained nights
She rarely cries now but when tears trickle down they are because she is still not used to the sharp pain that punches her chest as she downs it all
A baby with a bottle
A baby with a bottle that she can't recognise the words on the label
Yet she drinks on
More determined than an adult
As the dark mists of depression swivels around her fragile head

Just be air
Just be sky
Just be grassroots and tired flowers
Just be sun and moon and stars
Just be rivers and streams and seas
Just be pain and heartache
Just b3 wondrous and unattainable
Just be hopeful and hopeless
Just be

They're intimately ****** symbols of love that are easy to display and leave a lasting emotional impact.

Any meal could be your last..
So chew slowly

Destroyed am I?
I cannot tell
For when I loved you
My heart would swell

Broken am I?
That's a lie
For when I loved you
I never did cry

Lost am I?
That's not the truth
For when I was with you
My passion took root

Angry am I?
No,I liked the allure
But I also learnt that I deserve more

I'm writing letters on my body
All the things that I can't say
So when you find my body
You can finally get my way

Those words will be all the twilight has left
As the sun and the moon kiss the edge

I'm writing letters on my body
To tell and untold story
So when you see all those A's and O's
Please think of me when it snows

Those words will be all the ground has left
As the dirt covers up the message

I'm writing letters on my body
To draw you a map to rescue someone else

Life is managed not cured

Writers live so many lives
Die so many deaths
Kiss so many lips
Touch so many skins
Watch so many skies
Talk to so many ghosts
Cry so many tears
And live so many years
Writers dance to their own songs,even if the song is only their voice at 2am
Writers create so any pieces within the canvas of their minds
Writers have tried every potion,every drink to stay awake
Writers get high from the smell of ink and fresh paper
Writers love the way the word"Library"sounds on their lips
Writers have so many fears
Writers suffer so many diseases
Writers have so many nightmares
Writers have much to share
Writers have spoken to elves,fairies,werewolves and vampires
writers have seen mid summer night dreams
And have seen the love of a couple that had a tragic end
Writers have created,destroyed,crafted and manipulated so much.

That is why writers are some of the greatest to live amongst men

When I was little
All I did was love
A tiny vessel
Being confused but in love with every surrounding thing
But then this vessel grew up
Filled with hate and judgement from society
Filled with bitter notions and broken promises
And now this vessel stands here
Too full of the wrong things

I am a little village surrounded by trees that ignore me
Surrounded by cities with bright lights and woundrous tales
I am a little village surrounded by the lush spring flowers that tempt the winds with their scents.Telling them to carry them off into a forgotten land where they can share pieces of each other undisturbed
I am a little village,yes a little forgotten village with a tiny population I can count on my fingers and barely enough to feed my tattered soul
Yet I am a little village that sings the loudest at night

During the day,it is covered by the facade of crazy people on full streets.
People who would gently snap your neck if you too do not beat to their hostile drums.
People who are dying in their skins but still plaster that red lipstick and wear those ripped jeans.
People who crave festivals and cry out to favourite songs.
People who want to be saved,but don't know why.

Then at night,it begins to break free from its shell,lights come on and brighten the blurred scene making it look like a one of a kind painting that has swallowed light.
The people are replaced by stars,but you still see the headlights of some sleepless people,chanting as they carry on with their dreary chores.
The breeze the only authenticity melding with the mist as dawn slowly begins to break away from dusk.
And then,it is awake again.

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

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?

I look down with my tear stained face
Do I walk away and let you be
Or do I dig with my fingers,dig a grave to lay beside you my dear and wrap your bony fingers in my icy ones
Or do I leave you be my darling?do I let you sleep?even though the night will settle upon my flesh and eat me like acid once I step aside and let you be covered.
The dirt will be the lucky one..it will be able to touch you for eternity,at first your flesh..dotted with freckles and uncertinity,and your lips as they have dried with your secrets.
Then it would carress your finebones,bones no other has touched except God when he molded you effortlessly and dropped you in my lap
However now my lap has grown tired and weak,you do not sit on it anymore.You do not exist

I have never known a chest could feel this heavy
Did stones embed themselves within last night?
Was I in too deep of slumber to realise I was sinking to the deepest of seas?
I had not noticed that my toes were slowly weathering away until all I had left were my knees
I had not bothered or even dared to pay close enough attention to the fact my arms too were slowly disappearing
Parts of me blowing across the wind to a place I will never know
But this wind need not have come in if you had not opened the door

Most days I feel like a broken artifact
      
                        
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Letting love lead
Is like letting the blind lead
You know you are going to fall
You just don't know when

Love is but a nightmare,with struggling bones.
Ones that love and others with hearts of stones.
You think the reaper will come in his black hood.
But he may be the one that light es the.mood.
The one you watch with a sparkle in your eye.
The one you.never want to die.
But love is but a nightmare and you will be dragged in.
Pulled deep to the shin.
Before it is over it shall leave its mark.
Making you wonder where was the spark?.


But the spark.never existed.nor did the thumping of your heart.
Or the emotions that threatened to tear you apart.
You shall awake in cold sweat cluching your chest near.
For you had not realised,love was just a nightmare.

.........*
               *Nope,I got nothing

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.

He tried to fix her
But she broke him too

My protector,
at least that was what you were meant to be
but as the stars collided with my vision
I knew that was not what you were.

Blood boiling within my veins as I realised my protector
was truly my destroyer
the one that made a gush of tears begin their descent
the one that was causing so much pain

As the hot liquid scolded my skin, as I was moved upwards with forceful yanks, I found out that those meant to love sometimes cannot

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

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.

Your hands were like summer

But your heart was pure winter

Monsters sit on rainbows
And dine in daylight
They don't pester the darker things...like we think

You linger in my nose and make my nostrils burn.
My eyes begin to blur and my tongue begins to hurt.
But as I keep forcing myself to stare at the night sky with that jar in my hand.Its like I can.almost forget.

Mosquitoes never lie,at least when they come close you know they want you.Even if its just for a moment.

Mosquitoes never lie,immediately they painlessly insert their mouth into you,you know its just you and them,no third party involved

And for that moment its just you both,you gain nothing from the mosquito except its presence,it gains a food source

Then as swiftly as it came it goes,leaving behind an itch and a realization.....

Oh wait
Mosquitoes do lie,
Just like you

Being with me is like following a moth
when you could be chasing butterflies

Her voice
Is so soothing
Her arms
Are so welcoming
I love you

They say that my hair is a trap
A nest that is thick,
And they are right
It has curls that suffocates the smallest of minds

My lips are too dry,to accompany the truth
My eyes are to tired so the lies take root
My heart is too lazy to realize its pain
My brain is too distorted to see its insane
My feet are too weak to even move
My ears are too fragile to hear the grove
My body is...
shutting down
to welcome the **ground

My boy cinnamon,
He is Aromatic
An Asian beauty that tingles the senses inside and out
A wondrous being that fills my life with such flavour that I wonder how I had not noticed how bland it was before

Cinnamon I may not have tasted you nor felt you yet between my fingers
But you are still mine and always will be, my boy cinnamon

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

My brain was right.Those things shall never be

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 little cage held in place
No dreams to chase
Like a bird with no wings
Like a butterfly without color
A man with no honour
My little cage
with its brass bars
I hear the passing cars
I watch the twinkling stars
For my little cage
Is stronger than steel
The pain is so real
the world passes me by
as i slowly die
in
my little cage

I hope you are happy wherever you are

I have made a home in your home
But only because you took me away from mine

When I realized my tears were poison..
I cried
And when i realized I had a scratching problem
I created wounds
And when my poison met my wounds
well you can imagine what happened..

I am like a new window, I just hope life doesnt taint me too much, actually I am waiting for the right stains

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 clutch my sheets around myself
Screaming into eternity as I blow my last breath
I cannot tell if you are watching me
Because my eyes have been scratched and my neck has been broken

I jolt like a twisted locomotive
Creaking the bed,slamming it against the wall
I lose myself in such a frenzy Of my own soul
I'm caging my senses
Caging everything as the beads of sweat grip my body as they find their new home.

I dance a new dance of fear
Of uncertainty and possibly insanity
This record has played for weeks, it'll keep going

And I pray you recognise that your sons have hearts too
And that you do not expect theirs to be like baskets and seep away all the hurt and pain

Once there was love,
A vast torrent of emotion pulling at the strings of her heart.
Once there was love,
Soft kisses replaced by rough hands.
Once there was love,
But then violation after violation replaced that love.