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Arched over time, a little rustic but never one
to deny aching limbs a respite from life's moments.
Just surveying when static, slowly the world gazes back.
Words etched in time, long past mentioning's
of love bound by initials for that moment
was all but etching faded as time weathered past.
He sat there, always talking but not a soul
was near to hear his spoken verses, he would
laugh like thunder echoing in the trees, then sombre.
Behind this bench three cherry trees blossoming there
beauty shower the surrounding with each stirring
of breath the wind gave them. and he sits there smiling.
It's been a while since the old man sat, but where three trees
were, now a young one sits behind. A lonely woman sits
flowers against it, blossom kisses her checks and she smiles.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
I'll keep you guessing for your million wanders, what goes through your head is a never ending battle within itself, walking in the depth shallows of the darkened mind of the broken, and your mind on track sometimes it plays games that make you go Insane, but the only way out is to risk it all, looking upon the night skies ...glistening stars as if they were all your dreams captured, adoring them from a far as you silently weep.. Burning out like a candle wick... Tongue tied.. Wanting to be held close as she feels her broken soul forced upon mending
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
As the clock ticks and slows,
My eyes are turning red; making sure no one knows,
Every blink, scenario starts to play,
I heard the rain as I say "please stay".
I used to be your happy pill,
I check if your wounds are healed,
Everyday I make sure you're alright,
It's not vice versa but I continue to fight.
I fight for your love and hoping i'll be enough,
Everything is starting to get tough,
This situation is crumbling down,
I can see the sky's tears and frown.
I don't know if it's on my side,
Everything inside me is tied,
Can't think straight,
I'm broken and hoping for a better fate.
No good words are coming out,
Like choosing if I should go north or south,
See, I don't know what i'm saying,
But the only thing I'm sure of is i'm staying.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Owen: Hey. You're awake.
Cristina: You didn't come home.
Owen: Yeah, there was a--
Cristina: A bus crash or a train crash or a patient crashed? Yeah. Right. Why are you staring at me?
Owen: Well, I'm weighing how upset you are and if I want to get into this.
Cristina: You do. You want to get into this...
Owen: I'm tired and it's late.
Cristina: ... with me. You know what? That's the point. It's always late, and it shouldn't be. And you should want to get into it with me but you don't. I mean, where are you?
Owen: I am-- I am here. For God sake. I'm right freakin' here. I'm home.
Cristina: No, you're not. ... You have to be honest with me because I am going crazy here. Do you, um, do you love me anymore?
Owen: It's not about if I--
Cristina: Owen, please answer the question.
Owen: I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay. Well, okay, then. Then we can-- We can work on this. We can talk. You know, we-- We have to talk, because I cannot be like this anymore. (voice breaking) And I Mean it when I say that I'm going crazy, 'cause... (sighs) 'Cause that nurse Emily-- I mean, I-I accused her of sleeping with you.
Owen: You what?
Cristina: I'm-- I'm sorry. I just-- I mean, I feel like... My whole body feels like... Like you were cheating on me. And then you come home and you tell me that you love me, and I'm... I'm-- I'm relieved. I mean, I'm so relieved because--
Owen: Stop. Stop. I said I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: I said... it hurts... to love you.
Cristina: Just say it.
Owen: I'm not cheating on you with Emily.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: But I did cheat on you.
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He said he loved her so much it hurts.
He said it hurts to love her.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Im just a boy
They like to call gay
Ive heard all the words
They say it everyday
I can't go anywhere
Without getting some stares
They whisper in ears
The pain I can't bare
Why can't I be normal
Be like all the rest
Why can't I be straight
I pray and protest
But the prayers do not work
For theres no one around
I wait for the day
To live in the ground
I try so hard to change
I don't like myself
This isn't fair
I search for help
I find a light
That guides my path
I start to wake up
I breathe and I laugh
I know who I am
I let it be known
The darkness has left
And my spirit has grown
I hold my head high
And my feet float off the floor
Push away the sadness
I once felt before
Ive found my true love
He's just like me
Perfect in all ways
We both share are glee
I accept who I am
Im never a fake
This is who I am
So give me a break
If gay is so wrong
Let these words be sung
Your important and loved
Gifted.
Admired.
Young.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
What do you think of when you hear my name?
Is it bad? Is it good?
My name does not belong
My name does not belong on the bad side
When you barely even know me
My name is not the way that
I've cut my wrist to see the vein
It's not the way that I was brought up
It's not the way that I was taken advantage of when I
Myself
Was a child
My name is not
The way that I'll lay in bed for hours
and cry over you
My name is not
The way that I am always sad
My name is not
The way that I bash myself
My name is not
Something you know
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC