I took her breath away
not anticipating the consequences,
now she's grasping for air
and we're both helpless.
Love is senseless.
We share the same breathlessness.
What a lovely sentiment.
But too much of a good thing anywhere
can be suffocating,
and your lungs are failing.
So don't fall for me darling,

I'll only let you drown.

[ARH]

I grew up knowing what my future held
My dreams crushed by aspirations
I didn't care.
But why
It seems
On the eleventh hour
Do I forget everything.
I don't know what I want anymore.
Please if it's one thing
Don't follow the crowd.
That's it.
Now I walk in a room full of forgotten friends
What happened in these past years?
Just
Don't let
Life slip through
My fingers.

our love was like the rose you gave me
once full of life and beauty
but it only lived for so long, darling,
i just wish we weren't the same

Growing up I always heard,
Over and over,
Again.
Never judge a book by it's cover.
Between you and me I always heard,
Over and over,
again.
Never leave my side.
So can you tell me why
You never you never read my
First chapter?

I prefer you over sleep
Your dark brown eyes engulf me
Keep talking
Drowned out my enemy's
I prefer sad faces
Over bright smiles
I'm attracted to broken people
So why can't I love myself?
Drape your black hair over my pillow again
Make these thoughts go away
I prefer you over sleep
I prefer music over nicotine

my father told me 
to change the world for the better
and suddenly 
i was a poet
but little did i know
that i couldn't change
the whole world
and i guess that didn't matter
because your world
was the only one
that was important to me

[holyoak]

This is for the people that lost loved ones

Family

Friends

Lovers

For them we raise our flag
For them we rise above

For those that died we sing
Letting our freedom ring
Through our nation

It was any other day
People drinking coffee in the morning
Soon they’ll be morning

For the deaths and destruction of the fateful day

Now we will raise our voices and sing for them

The angels that are now watching from heaven.

i'm about to finish a puzzle,
completing a portrait
to give me peace.
when the puzzle,
I soon find,
is broken;
there's a spot
with a missing piece.

the whole picture seems ruined
by the hole,
the hole
where something should be.
incompleteness
that once was masked
is now apparent
for all to see.

I open up the box
and find its contents
have been taken.
the piece that has been stolen
left the puzzle with no ending.
I draw out a replacement
as perfect as I can imagine,
but the hollow representation
cannot match
what once was.

I retrace all the steps I took
to get me to this point.
each puzzle piece which I had put
in order to make it work.
the last of all,
the one needed,
the one to complete me,
was given to the one who
needed it more
than I could give.

she has my final puzzle piece
and I have hers as well,
and I would gladly hand it over
time and time again.

she has my missing puzzle piece
and I have hers as well.
neither of our portraits can be complete
without the other's help.
and though this makes it difficult
to carry on as before,
I find the best puzzles require
more than just oneself.

[ARH]