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Molly Grace Mar 2011
When I get sad
And I feel alone
All I need to do to
Is wear his sweater

On stormy nights
I cannot sleep; I'm scared of the thunder
So I cuddle my pillow
And pretend it's him

During stressful days
I stare at ticking clocks
Because I know that soon
I'll be with him again

I song on the radio plays
About love and silly things like that
And a smile crosses my lips
Yep, I thought of him

He's all I need - simple as that
Molly Grace Feb 2011
Dance with the magic
Ignore all the consequences
Tomorrow will never come

Lay your head
On the pillow of nightfall
Will you wake in the morning?

Your sister is burned at the state
Your brother, beheaded
Do you even shed a tear?

They call you a monster
A ***** from Hell
Either die or prove them right

Liquid mercury runs through your veins
Pain and warmth
Released from fear

Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is dead
Enjoy one last today

Nothing lasts forever
Everything ends
The only absolute truth

A raven calls for your demise
Watch one last sunset
And **** yourself
Molly Grace Feb 2011
With each day
She weakens
With each day
She falls
The end for her is in her sights

There was a time
When she forgot
When she feared the flame
But now she understands
Now she waits

There was a day
When it began
When her candle started to flicker
And a fear rose from her gut
Because she knew her fate

The fire spread
She felt the warmth and held her breath
She knew what to expect
And she liked it
And she loved it

From the ashes she stood
Again, for the first time
She felt her heart flutter beneath her skin
Felt the wind blow past her face
And began yet another life

With each day
Time passes
With each year
Death grows closer
And with death a new life will begin
A friend of mine calls me a phoenix, and so he inspired this poem
Molly Grace Feb 2011
I sit and I watch, and I wait to play
In all that organized disarray

They run and laugh, and brightly smile
I'm just so curious about their odd style

I've never thought of chasing girls
I never once dreamt of their curls

Their skin is soft, sure I guess
And long legs do look good in a dress

But still, their high-pitched giggles don't arouse me
Nor do their hair, left down and free

Red lipstick just looks cheap, smeared across their face
And only ****** wear legs of lace

But you are different
From your smile, to your hair, right to your scent

You're special and kind
Wild, yet also refined

You're all this and more
Yet I know I'm not the one you adore

To be a man in love with a man
Is a fate no female can comprehend

And it hurts me every day
Waiting for my turn to play
Molly Grace Feb 2011
These four walls
trap me
force me away
I can’t leave
I want out
The silence of loneliness
The deafening nothingness
I hate it
I cry out in anger
My voice just echoes off these walls

My windowless room
is mine alone
Alone
I count my long days
until you visit me
You miss me
I know it
We dream about each other
About our night together
You feel me breathe

One day you’ll come for me
so I can leave with you
We love each other
You’ll realize it
You’ll save me
We’ll run away together
I won’t live here forever
I love you
I’m always watching you
Are you watching me?

My tiny room
can fit us both
I don’t mind
There is a longing for each other
You feel it
I know you pushed me away
Locked me away
But I know you love me
You think about me
*I see it all
The last line in each verse is a line from the song "Echoplex" by "Nine Inch Nails"
Molly Grace Feb 2011
Come, little children
Follow the fairy
To a world of fantasy

Leave on your PJs
Sneak out the window
Leave your parents behind

No more rules
No more yelling
Not here, not ever

She really is beautiful
The fairy from the window
Who beckons them away

She reminds the children of their mothers
Safe and kind
And always trustworthy

So they follow her
The pretty fairy
To the land she promises

With her voice so soft
She leads them away
Forever and always

And in the morning
When the mothers come to wake
Their sleeping treasures

They scream
They weep
They curse their God

Held in her arms
The mother hugs her dead son
Who followed the fairy to fairyland
Molly Grace Feb 2011
Graceful dying
Graceful pain
Bleeding, begging, going insane
Happy hands move too fast
Angry beating will not last

Killing them to stay alive
Ripping out the cold blue eyes
Tearing into broken flesh
Still-beating heart held like a prize

Yellow teeth break through the skin
He savours the taste of his victim
While he licks at pools of blood
The Devil smiles at his sin

Crying for peace
Crying for rest
He looks upon them with detest
He glares and spits, and whispers "no"
And brings down the axe for the ending blow

He's the demon of your dreams
The monster in your fears
The one who smiles when you cry
And drinks up all your tears

He's that feeling on your neck at night
The eyes that watch you rest
And he's the last thing you'll ever see
While stabbing at your chest
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