I think I'm falling for you, and that scares me.
what else is there to say?
I can ask for the truth.
The only thing is,
I will never believe you.
I am so scared I want to **** my self, because of what happend today.
It still scares me. The thought of being laid down by loving hands, gazing up at kind and gentle eyes. To feel safe in the arms of a long-ago stranger with a heartbeat now familiar as my own. I am mortified to undress and not hide the skin I was told would never be good enough. To not fear for these marks to make you uncomfortable. I am sorry if I may not be what you wished for me to be. It still scares me to trust the words of ones I love. They would never mean any harm, but humans are faulted. Flawed at heart. There simply is nothing to be said for the wounds healed over by salted tears. So I stray from your line of sight. Believe me, this is for your own good. Veer from the possibilities of infinite. This ache is no more than a temporary glimmer of what used to be called hope. An abandoned carnival, full of stories and ghosts hoping to find belonging. I am always taunted by the dark. Even if I still may call it home. Won't you come in? My doors are wide open. I can promise you sight and glory. I can promise forever and mean it too, but beware my empty promises. A beautiful painting. Won't you come and see my mismatch of watered down colors? Only those daring have seen my oceanic storms. The blues and black's that stand stark and lonely like wrote war-zones in my soul. Please come closer. It still scares me, but won't you? Come, won't you play haunted house with me?
Take me down to the river to scream
Where the fish are alive in the stream
Where the heart can loudly beat
There we are safe to take a seat
Resting our feet from the fire
We can clearly see our true desire
Let our screams cover it all in black
Do not hold anything back
We used to have silly little fears
But now we face true worldly scares
In a river with only so much water
Let us fill it with the fears we slaughter
In a storm or current that sweep us up
Screaming on to fill and fill, now keep it up
Let it out and release your cares
Let it out so we forget our fears
Move on and enjoy the sweet rush of water
As if nature our mother and we her daughter
My best friend and I used to visit the river bed often.. To find peace, or enjoy nature, so scream when we had to. It would erase everything when we needed it to.
if i still flinch at the things that scare me
does that mean i'm still alive?
some days i'm not sure
i'm a stencil of a body
with a beating heart in the middle
like a stick figure
only you can't guess my letters
some say i'm a mystery
they can't figure me out
i think i'm drawn to that too
that hidden sadness inside
the more i know about you
the more i make sense
when you hurt
i can feel it
when you're happy
i can feel it
the pain is still real
i'm still alive
and we're breathing
until one of us leaves
i still flinch because this scares me
there's an end in sight
today i am sure
kiss me goodnight
it was my habit from my childhood
i ran out from my home in evenings
i traveled very Licentiously
my mother told me
"come back to home before the evening time "
my mother told me
"dancing witches and devils comes downs in evening "
"please you should come back to home at time "
but after all i went out
i ran from home
in the empty streets , lanes
on the roads
i wandered on graves
it was my wish
to see that body-less spirits
to meet a shadow
to see them dancing
how they changes their shapes
i wanted to see my self running in scare
i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows
"ghosts " " they look like this and that "
but i had never seen
nor their dance
but today after a long
when ever evenings starts
wind blows slowly
darkness starts rising in my yard
i started feeling scary
phantoms of my sadness
and shadows of my memories
souls of my loved ones comes down to me
they makes huge noises
their voices gives too much pain to my ears
and then in this fear
i remained scary
they all dance ghastly
now i feels UN-comfort in evenings
now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish
now i remember what my mother told me once
"when ever evenings starts haunting souls and witches comes down "
"those witches dance
come back to home at time ... my dear "
Only my parents are helping me survive,
And in their company I mature,
I wish that they be here for evermore.
I so wish someone else could hear me too,
And so I will not be lonely in near future,
Only that much do I now wish for myself..
I've my parents right now to love me,
And none of them is immortal,
Only in my memories they will live on...
I have my parents contrary to an orphan,
And they are really the best ones for me,
Only this much I know as of the moment.
I know that they won't be here one day,
And in a prison I will be trapped,
Only within the prison of loneliness.
My HP Poem #1343
A darkened soul, with a touch of beauty no doubt
Beautiful inside, because of the scars on the out
The pain can not be locked
Cuz if it was we would surly die
So the wounds leak with blood in thin lines
The fear within,it just grinds
But what a beautifully sad soul that's locked inside
Waiting patiently for someone to find
Two broken souls
Trying to make each other whole
They were quite a mess when they found each other
Each had lived through torment, one after another
Her body was full of scars, just trying to maintain
His heart had been trampled and drained
They gave each other their own heart
They found it filled in all the parts
And together they were whole
They were connected, soul to soul
Her with all her worries of the future
He always tried to hush and nurture
He would slay all her demons and doubt
She showed him what true love was all about
They loved each other so
Like they had known each other long ago
They lived joyfully for many many years
There was only ever joyful tears
Until that one horribly sad day
The Lord took her away
On that day his true love died
He just wanted to be by her side
He just seemed to wither away
Without her by his side he didn't want to stay
Soon after he passed too
Even in death his true love he would pursue
They say he died of a broken heart
But I know it was because she had his missing parts