I’m waiting on you
And I'm being very patient
To show you my love
Is my only intent

The hours and minutes
Tick by unmercifully slow
And my anticipation for your touch
Just seems to grow and grow

Unable to focus
My thoughts are only of you
As the hours pass into days
My red heart fades to blue

I yearn for you intensely
As those days turn into weeks
My life seems meaningless without you
Your presence my soul now seeks

Weeks have evolved into months
And my sadness I can hardly bare
I feel as though I’m fading
Into the nothingness I now stare

Desperation and heart ache
Months now have become a year
Losing you forever
Was my deepest dark fear

You left without reason
With out even a warning
Now in the stillness of this place
I find myself mourning

But today I stand at your grave
And realize now it must be
That you’re the one who now
Is patiently waiting for me….

sleepless nights taunt me in the pitch darkness that mirrors shut eyelids and butterflied lashes,
the same ones we wish upon,
and wish away.
the hours tick on by and i cannot drift;
my mind accompanied by other things than dreams,
and you,
yes, you, too, my sweet.
imagining anything,
everything,
i suppose is unhealthy for a lonely girl like me,
though i wasn't always this way.
when i found you after journeying through the beyond,
the nights were easy,
and i'd never wake in the midst of sweat and fear,
for you were safe.
a lifeboat for saving you kept rowing back to me,
and i'd come close to slipping under the water,
but i always felt your hand,
at the last moment your hand clasping mine.
and when i would open my eyes and throat above the surface
i no longer saw that dark of the night,
i saw you,
in your light you were everything.

This is about an ex-boyfriend that I am still in love with. Speaking to him I realize how much my heart aches.

I can talk to you about the stars and the sun.
I can talk to you about Technicolor and the different shades of gray.
I can talk to you about the heat from the earths core.
Or the freezing temperatures from the vacume of space.
I can talk to you about books and their scent.
Old tomes with stories of love and heartache.
I can talk to you about war and peace.
Politics and race
I can, talk to you about most anything.

What I can not do is talk of Love and the drugs it exhumes.
I can not talk of longing for all the things this world teases us with.

But I can talk to you about desire and suffering.
For that is what you are to me.
What others are to you.
We desire
So we suffer.
One of many lessons taught by the great master.
You know this to be true.

Being low is my greatest inspiration. How sad is That?

Take me to the river,
wash me clean,
wash me clean.
I want the stain of her removed,
from every scrap of everything.
Take me to the river,
wash me clean,
wash me clean.
Singe her stench from my soul, burn every fiber of my being.

Take me to the river,
wash me clean,
wash me clean.
I want to be free of her memory,
and the song that we'd sing.
Singing, Oh, Lord,
Grant me renewal,
give me in grace.
I can still feel the love
though now it has a bitter taste.

Long brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know, but you make me so good damn happy

You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh baby girl, you're beautiful
I wanna kiss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so damn happy
But I know...
You're not that into me

Short brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know why, but you make me so good damn happy

You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so damn happy
But I know...
You're not that into me

Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good damn happy

You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so damn happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me

Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good damn happy

You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so damn happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me


God dammit Jeremy
Do you know how many people you have left to see?
So many fuckin faces you could brighten with your light
But I guess that its all gone
What made this go so wrong?

A song I'm working on, bit its decent as a poem!

My mind thinks worse by every night
When it will finally breach the calm garden of thoughts
Overthrowing it with insanity
Will you think of me?
Will the mental's ability to draw forth desires succeed in corrupting yours with thoughts of me?
Do you even still think of me?
Or
Is this conscious carnival now my only company,
Constantly surrounded by intrusion
Howling, no longer at the moon,
But for my doom?

My heart beat slows every morning without you
When it will finally slow to halt
Will you feel me?
Will I cause a woeful effect of leaving a hollow gap in you?
Will you attempt to reincarnate me?
Or
Is this sacred solitude now my only love to keep,
Sheltered in the warmth of bleak
& Catabolic memories
That metabolise me?

My soul detaches little by little everyday
When the last sip surpasses to seep out of this fallen cup I call myself
What will you do?
Who will you see?
I'm fully aware that this battle is purely between me & myself
Yet I'm still stuck here, contemplating without conclusion
A hero saves all & will risk all to save his/her lover
But if that lover no longer wants to,
who saves the hero?

Simply put
I know I should focus on myself
If I don't, it's not good for health
But see the truth is
I'm fighting with myself
& well darling, I'm losing...

So how are You?

Title = Mental Emancipation
Howling at the moon - wishing for you
Conscious carnival - Intrusive thoughts

there is pain
everywhere. always.
but when the doctor asks,
i know what he means.
so i say (without guilty conscience)
there is none.

hannah 6d

i.

this is how we discovered breath:

when broken glass that built wine bottles, cut into our throats and bled rivers we swept underneath bitten down fingernails.
when pleading screams wore down to fragile gasps.
when dawn swept over our shivering, crescent bodies like blankets.
when our knees were pushed to offending places by men, we didn’t even know the names of.

this is how we came, a mixture of spilling bodies.
and these hands we shaped, holding our own mouths shut,
and these eyes, these eyes we didn’t keep open anymore.



ii.

this is how we fought:

with our limping legs and our reaching arms.
this is how we loved:

with nails in our lungs, and red paint,
glued to the tips of our tongues.


because our caved selves both ached for serenity and a warm place to rest our heads,
even if that place meant cold waters,
even if that place meant huddled away in a grave,

at least we would know where to find the other.

iii.

this is how we lasted:

with our spines dug out,
with our lips stitched shut,
with our youth,
laid out on the table,
ready for a stranger's mouth to feast on it.

iiii.

we were crippled, we didn’t know these bags of bones we carried on our backs,
could fly.
that’s why, when our feet met the end of the trails, bloodless and vacant,
we buried them underneath the sad, maple trees, where their roots had never experienced touch,

and we sacrificed ourselves.

That is how we became.

my hands are clammy. I can't figure out why i'm supposed to be here.
Skylar 7d

i miss him
           not like
                  when you lose someone close to you  
but like
       when the last petal falls from the last rose
                  when you know spring is over
                              and you wished you'd played in the rain a little more

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