So I found her sitting there,
She notices my moves...
Now I can't breath.
Paralyzed by her test.
Asking simple questions to pass
Only to pass the time.
Oh God, why can't this
This moment last forever.
So I was just walking along,
Around the corner I found her,
All sad and alone...
Oh will you listen to me?
Now I am beside her,
I don't know how to help,
Help her through her pain,
Help her through her pain...
Among the tiniest grain,
Deep ranges of space,
I will wait there.
I'll be waiting there up there somewhere.
When I'm with you,
I'm overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all my lamentations,
but I don't want to be
an extra weight on your mind,
I know how hard it is
to lift yourself up sometimes.
Because sometimes you
are the heaviest thing in the world,
and the world doesn't
applying bandaids to wounds
that'll bleed long after the
bandaid's ripped off.
We're both hemophiliacs
drowning in breathtaking chemicals,
in our bones, fragility seeping,
our skin continuously bleeding.
But you and I
are more than this,
more than a shortage of bliss.
We're the passion felt
through a tender kiss,
like the magnetic pull
of your lips.
I hope you know
sometimes I have to
force the monster out of me
to escape life's bitter bite,
but she loves you just the same,
and I hope you know that
in her, you summone the light.
And when she's with you,
she's overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all her lamentations,
you feel so safe,
she almost does,
she almost does.
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There used to be a person that I knew.
I didn't know them well, mind you, but I knew them.
I could reconstruct the way they walked,
I could find someone with a similar accent, to describe how they talked,
I could tell you what they looked like,
But you don't need me to do that.
You knew them. Well.
I, don't cry.
It's not my way, for one, and for two - I don't really have the right, at least, not in front of you.
I choose utter silence and avoidance - I speak only to avoid suspicion.
And if I shiver uncontrollably despite not being cold - it is winter.
I do not see you cry, it is left unspoken that you do not want me to comfort you - I avoid you instead,
Your red eyes and absence from places you usually go tells me the truth.
Two days past, we make eye contact.
And then we drop our eyes, look down,
but make our way to each other regardless.
We do not talk, and our expressions betray nothing beyond smiles
- I was feeling something else, I assume you were too -
And then we walk together to our next destination.
The next day I actually say 'Hello,'
And there's this momentary surprised look on your face, before you say, 'Hey,' back.
I knew them,
You knew them better.
I wish they hadn't died.
I wish I'd known them a bit better.
But I don't regret knowing them while they were alive.
The burning poem it's words burn like flame
I hold it my heart but it burns all the same
I tried ridding myself of the fire
But the flames spoke to me of my muse
Aspiring me to choose
To love and lose the game
Loves painful consequence
My hidden shame
In desperate longing the poem was a light
Showing me a door and a key
Life is nothing with responsibility
In darkness of fragility
I hear a voice beckoning me
To hide my muse's secret
and yet it flows through me like the fiery flames
I try to retain the pain and burning
My heart is alight with yearning
So with the key I lock the secret poem in a room
It stills burns shining with the truth
Yet I feel I have hidden a fragment of my soul
That still burns to this day out of control.
I see you clearly
Behind that screen
Down deep inside
You're quite like me
A craving so strong
You spend hours
Yet that's not all
That we seek...
So hear my words
I think you're superb
Always on point
And please like
Who you may
Or start your own thing
At the end of the day
I hope you curl up
With someone sweet
You won't get no hate
Out of me...
Today I saw a kid, who I knew really well,
He’s a straight A student, and… man you could tell.
He’s laughing, and joking, with three other guys.
But something’s not right, there’s a look in his eye.
That look that you get when you don’t feel alright,
He said he was good, but his eyes were full of fright.
There’s a girl in my class who does nothing but smile,
Who makes everyone else feel like they’re worthwhile,
She’s tall and she’s kind, and runs track as a sport,
And never, ever, seems to fall short.
But again, there’s a look, I know I’ve seen it before,
From that boy that I’m friends with, well... not anymore.
He’s pulling away, shutting everyone out,
But nobody knows what this is all about.
His eyes are glazed over, He’s stuck in his head,
There’s a lot that he thinks of, that’s going unsaid.
She’s losing friends fast, and just dropped out of track,
Because of some “Family Reason”, and how there’s no coming back.
The friends she has left say her family is fine,
And that there is something else going on, behind the front lines.
Today I see a boy, who’s sitting by himself,
One I used to know, not speaking to anyone else.
His grades are falling, his health is too,
And if you try to talk to him, he’ll just ignore you.
The girl that I mentioned, something’s really amiss,
It all started when I saw the, scars on her wrist.
Her sleeve started to rise, and she quick covered her arm,
No one else seemed to notice, but I saw the self harm.
I wonder what made her do it, draw on her arms with the knife,
Like a pen drawing on paper, what could have caused her strife.
She took her last breath, his was three days later.
In her letter, she said that we’d hate her,
That if we knew, we would call her a traitor.
That we’re not “real friends”, we were just trying to bait her,
Into caring for us, and making her think we were caring for her, to maybe help keep her afloat.
“But for the few of you... who actually care,” she wrote;
“You couldn’t have saved me, even if you wanted to.” I quote.
He didn’t leave a letter, or a text, or a call,
No one will ever know why he did it, or what caused the fall.
As he sat in his room, alone, as he felt the lone bullet,
No one know’s why the trigger... why he pulled it.
When I saw those two suffer, it tore me apart.
It ripped a big hole, right in my heart.
What happened, it really did pull me to pieces,
How they handled their pain, the only way it releases
By scarring their skin, and cutting everyone off,
By starving, and blaming only themselves and they scoff,
When I ask, if they’re ok, and say that they.. are... fine.
I was once told to speak the truth, even if my voice shakes,
So I stand here talking, as my lips quiver, and hands quake, saying that
Depression is a problem, that needs to start getting noticed,
As a real mental disease, not just some kid being unfocused.
It’s happened before, and it will happen again,
It could happen to someone, you call your, best friend.
I'm in love
so in love
with the idea of you
and I don't know
what to do..
I keep forgetting you
now and then
and in the end
I know you'll disappear
If I ever open my eyes
and now i have to walk
blind.. for the rest of my life
and I'm only alive
for this brief moment in time
and before I leave behind
this world and sleep
I have a few words
I'd like to carve on a page
in a language so strange
that it becomes a cage
for your mind to keep
you don't have to weep
you'll never know
that I was here
that I was yours
I won't bother you anymore
[when it's too far..
when she's standing so close]
from a thousand miles away
down the road
I don't exist.
The sky is full of stars at night
How they glow and twinkle -
Just like grandma's love filled eyes
That shine from midst her wrinkles
And like the golden crescent moon
Her smile lights up the world -
And when she laughs I hear the music
Of summer rain in June.