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Hope Irons Jun 2014
Burn it to ashes and stare at the floor,
until there’s nothing left anymore.
Bleed it all out, bleed out the pain.
Flip the switch, you’ll never feel it again.
Let it all go, like everyone does.
Forget who you were, forget what once was.
The days will pass, the memories will fade.
Soon you won’t even remember what happened that day.
Take the ashes and spread them wide and far,
Because even if you forget, there’s no way to hide from who you really are.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
Broken angel wings, burning in the sky.
Little angel don’t you cry,
though your wings will never fly.
Broken body hits the ground.
Not a whimper, not a sound.
Clouds gather, gray and dull.
Their rain is like a breathless lull.
You’ve fallen now, your grace you’ve lost.
You fell in love, you paid the cost.
For love, you said, I’ll give my grace!
The tears are streaming down your face.
But you will live, safe from harm,
a human life, in the embrace of
loving human arms.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
The colour of the clear sky,
the colour of my dreams.
The colour of the sea that goes on
as far as the eye can see.
The colour of the horizons you chase,
the colour of hope painted on your face.
The colour of your eyes,
like deep mountain pools.
The colour of the voice
of the playing ghouls.
The colour of innocence disarming.
The colour of your thoughts so charming.
The colour of rain
on a hot summer day.
The colour you feel
when the spring leaves sway.
The colour of peace, a colour so true,
it fills me every time I look at you.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
Put me away,
Lock me in a box,
Erase me from the canvas of the world.
**** me in your mind,
**** me in your heart,
Oh, how you wish you really could.
See me fall down from the rooftops,
See me burst in flames and burn to ash.
See my blood coloring my lifeless skin,
You think, how sweet it would taste, that forbidden sin.
What am I to you?
Another plaything to occupy your time,
To be discarded in the trash when
Your need for me is no longer there
To keep me alive.
Paint my lips with my blood,
Draw a smile on my neck,
From ear to ear,
And let the happiness drip down from there,
Falling in a puddle,
Only to disappear.
You think you’re powerful because you can
**** me
Time and again
But you’re not.
I’m the one who’s truly powerful
Because no matter how many times you
Take my life away
I will always be there
Inside your head
Burning as bright as a phoenix.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
The stars in his eyes,
the stars out at sea.
The shadow of wings
that no one else can see.
You’ll hold him close,
and keep him warm.
Together, you’ll wait out
the thunderstorm.
And one day after he’s fallen,
he’ll come to your door.
With a smile pained and broken,
he’ll say,
‘I’m infinitely yours’.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
I stand tall,
and behind me is all
that I went through,
everything I survived,
but wasn’t meant to.
Behind me, all the shadows of the ones I knew,
and me and you,
and what we used to be,
believing in the lie that we were free.
And all those people, who wanted to break me,
who tried their best,
but couldn’t even shake me.
And all the ones who hurt me
with the lies that they would never desert me.
They’re all behind me now,
left in an old, wrecked battleground,
refusing to accept, what goes around comes around.
And while I’m fighting new battles,
they’re still in the aftermath of that battle,
with me,
the one they lost,
the one that counted the most.
You’re living in the past, I’m looking in the future,
I have long forgotten that behind me lies a dreary picture.
Hope Irons Jun 2014
Tears roll down
from my eyes,
inside my throat
a scream dies,
I'm sick and tired of hearing my cries
for help,
when I know that without me you’re doing so well.
Your face is so near,
but so far your embrace.
I’m tired of trying,
it’s all just a waste.
And love can be sweet, sweet, yes, or sour,
like the beautiful leaves of a poisonous flower.
I’m here, in the night alone now I stand,
learning to live on my own once again.
It’s cold now outside,
myself I must hide,
so the others won’t see
what I’m feeling inside.
These feelings are still
like a blossom that kills,
with an innocent look,
but if you touch it – you’re hooked.
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