A graceful vase Just flowers with a pretty face A body made to desire But bearing fruits too sour to taste Hot and bright, a burning fire Sweet words, but a sour liar Blown glass container filled with hate And the greed of everyone's desire Should I stand or should I break? The center question in her debate
So there the vase stands Perfect in shape Up so high above the ground Waiting for someone to push her So she can finally fall
I've glanced at you at every chance Off car reflections and bathroom walls I've swirled and danced in front of you Yet I deny the beauty they see The face that draws onlookers And gentlemen callers I've spent hours hating how you look picking apart or hating it all You've seen me cry and smile More than anyone else has But I give you hell and talk you down Have you doubt the sincerity of lovers Find fault in words of admiration I'm jealous of what they see in you Something I don't see I hate and hate on you everyday but I've stared and caught glances of you I want to be what they see in you I'm indifferent to how they see us
The ledge was slippery, Like my mind at the moment. A time in space that didn’t seem to matter. I fell, but I didn’t jump - I was pushed. I might have made the leap, but I never made the choice. I might have made no sound, but I never had a voice. I fell, but the truth is still that I didn’t jump - I was pushed. I silently drowned.
I had been dead for a long time before I even hit the ground .
Then out of nowhere and at once, the voice stopped. No lingering feeling of self hate The questions The pondering It all came to a halt A thing that’s been with me all these years Came to an abrupt end Not bitter Not sweet Just end An ending i’ve been hoping, but not waiting on I didn’t know that there was such a thing As an end to it
A blabbering, mumbling sorrow of self pity Or just a mere convenience of a lexicon with words to degrade myself A daily reminder of how worthless I was So I would’ve never forgotten my reason A reason never explained Never cared for With a reach of a sovereign hand I touch the notes Floundering through the air Playing a floating piano “A river flows in you” Caring for unprotected skin
I was waiting for a different ending An abrupt ending, not like this one Fingernails not bitten off bleeding A curious feeling of relentlessness Not used to the feeling of not being alone
It all came to a halt A voice that’s been with me for years A sadness of emptiness is nowhere to be found A clue to a healthy mind Maybe a fear of what could’ve been if not the voice left A sort of trembling worry of who to now complain when I do wrong An understatement of falling leaves from my tree
I know my family will be glad Even though I haven’t ever told them bout the pain I contain Who to be worthy shall never pass Through my gates of hell No one is worthy of that pain Maybe not even me?
I think this was and end worth waiting for
Inner demons are worth fighting They don't have the right to win over your life! So a Good ending, Is worth fighting for.
the smell that entrances and calms the mind at heart the beauty that draws the eye but with the fragility of withering apart the scenery before me on the lonesome field brings me back when i was at peace away from my broken mind where i'm brought back to the torment of seeing my reflection covered in a dark red grease as i lay down in the field and lose focus in the vast sky i let open the gates of emotion to flood within for being haunted by my past yet trying to move on with regret feels only like a sin as the days grow darker my heart grows colder from suppression i've been cursed from this path i chose for myself being trapped in this cage of isolated beauty hurts more than the cards i've been dealt as i roam through the hills being careful to not ruin what little heaven i have granted for days on end i think and ponder on what i have done to gain such relief from the anger but left alone to the hands of sorrow to be condemned life seems funny as the flowers of never ending bloom show me nothing of the illusion of peace of mind as the days go closer to a shade of black i stumble upon a unmarked stony grave which deep inside i know its mine the flowers i've stained along the way have long forgave me but i lied feeling their false fury for now do be it late i can smile knowing i've been freed as i'm tranquilly buried