Her silent steps the night takes,
ink-stained fingers sculpt erotica:
She is the child of disillusionment.
Crooked smile hears the words outside her head-
within reach, but not quite.

The mirrors in her room reflect
the kohl of her achievements;
she is a stream long run dry
in desperation for agriculture.

The cigarettes blister her lips
in the careless moments of broken shards;
she is the firefly caught in the summer storm,
beckoning lights have shut the windows.

Her world towers and reproves the thought
of her on the charcoal street;
she is the flower that blooms by the roads,
feeds on the dust
and craves to be steel.

Sometime when you're feeling important
Sometime when your ego's in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room

Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul

Take a bucket and fill it with water
Put your hand in it, up to the wrist
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed

You can splash all you want
when you enter
You can stir up the water galore
But stop and you find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before

The moral of this quaint example
Is to just do the best you can
Be proud of yourself but remember
There is no indispensable man

©The Bible Friend

He doesn't see
Her as an angel
The one she used to be
He see's her true colors
A false rainbow she tries to be

The world was brand new then
I walked it thinking it might be
The last time I’d ever walk again.
Here I am once more
Same ideas, different setting
Same soul, different body
Seeing if I could change
Escape the same old fate
But I’ve been here quite awhile
Meeting ones I used to know
For the first time
Feeling like we’ve met before
Meeting ones who walk
Like how I used to
When everything was new
Naive as the first spring flower
Plucked for being the only beautiful thing
After a dark, cold winter

I am tired now
Tired of seeing the same thing
Happen over and over again
The world never changes
Never gets better
Never learns from past mistakes
And I just keep on dying
And waking up in a similar life
As if my existence is merely a dream,
The reoccurring kind.
I know theres something else out there
But He’ll never let me reach it
I'll just keep on failing
Keeping everything the same
Unless in order to move on
I have to be the change

"i love you" is hollowing
three words aren't enough for me
(they were until my brain ate them whole. now they echo inside my ears, bounce around until my head has had its fill)
tell me i'm better than the others
tell me you haven't come close to loving another soul the way you love mine
tell me that you weren't functioning
that you were a clock without hands
time flew by in the wrong direction and the numbers on your face were a dead language
until we fell together
and then you started counting in real time and loving every tick of every second

i want you to be aggressive
brand your love into the side of my skull
scar it into my collarbones
make my illness remember

i want you to carve my name into your ******* heart
i want you to grab ahold of my lungs and breathe your love into them
make sure it's the only thing i know
send it flooding through my bloodstream
i need my illness to remember

when i'm like this,
don't tell me you ******* love me
your skin is made of cellophane
i can show you exactly where the lie is coming from
my own head can't take care of me,
how could you?
tell me you'd cut off your hands if they couldn't hold mine
tell me you'd wiggle your way into my ribcage if you could
just so you could be closer to the beat of my heart
tell me you love me and make my illness believe it

I woke up with your voice in my head saying "I don't love you anymore." I thought I would die without you and I think I did, I've changed so much that I'm not sure I know myself. He kisses me and all I think about is the taste of your lips and I keep calling people your name and it tastes like poison and I can feel my heart breaking every time I think of you. Why did you have to leave? He hugged me and asked "Why is your chest so cold?" I resisted the urge to tell him it's because there's an icebox where my heart used to be. I'm playing all these game and I know it's Russian roulette and one day the bullet is going to go through me faster than my heartbeats the first time you kissed me but it won't **** me because I am already dead. My chest felt heavy when I saw you looking at her the way you used to look at me, you cook for her and she wears your clothes and my blood boils because I'm easily replaced. I can't get myself to delete our pictures together because I admire the happy person I was, I grieve my smile and my shining eyes in your arms. I grieve my happiness. My tears taste like ***** and I can't breathe when I'm with him because my chest is full of dead flowers you once planted in me, your love killed everything. Why did you have to leave? After everything I've given you, after all this love that no creature in the world is capable of. I loved you and it torn me apart. It ruined me. Deformed me. Stripped me out of what's left of my sanity and left me a lifeless shell trying to feel something in anyway possible. I miss you so much that I miss the stupid little things like making you coffee and scratching your back. I miss your fingers tangled in my hair while I lay on your thighs, I remember nothing else mattered in these moments and all I thought about was how much I adored every inch of your soul with every inch of my skin. My best friend cried at how much pain I was going through she wanted my heart to be pieced back together but she didn't know how to sew and I lost my heart to begin with. I'm hurting people, because I'm taking revenge on this world that made me a fragile doll broken to a thousand pieces by a boy that didn't know how to love me. I remember two nights before you decided I'm not worth fighting for how I was in your arms singing you a sweet love song and I swear you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world and after you left you told me it was all a lie and you stopped loving me three weeks before. There's no greater pain than a heartbreak. It's alright if I seep into the darkness because the light has long gone from my soul and if one day this ends up as my suicide letter; I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sabi nila, lahat ay nangyayari sa tamang panahon,
Ngunit hindi ko na maalala ang huling beses na sumang ayon ang tadhana sa akin
Minsan nag dududa na ako kung may tamang panahon pa nga ba
Ilang sakit pa ba ang kailangan tiisin bago matamasan iyon?

Nung nakilala kita, akala ko tama na, akala ko ayun na
Akala ko ang tamang panahon ay naririto na
Ngunit hindi parin pala
Sa puso mo'y may nagmamay-ari na pala

Wala akong ibang magawa kundi ang palayain ka
Hanggang ngayon hindi ko parin maintindihan
Kung bakit pinag tatagpo ang dalawang pusong pipigilan din naman
Ito na ata ang pinaka masakit sa lahat, ang pigilan ang nararamdaman

Ilang paalam pa ba?
Ilang pag papa-raya pa?
Ilang pag titiis pa upang magawa lamang ang tama?
Ilang luha pa ang kailangan pumatak sa aking mata?

Kailan kaya maranasan at maramdaman ang saya
Yung saya na nananatili hanggang sa pag gising mo kinabukasan
Hindi ko alam kung kelan ang huli
Huling beses na masasaktan ako bago ko maranasan maging masaya