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PuzzleIf I had to describe our relationship we would be a puzzle,
We fit together in an alignment; perfectly,
Painting an image of our inner thoughts,
But if someone provokes our desires,
Our puzzle piece crumbles; and I welcome desolation,
I know this pain will be forgiven,
You will rekindle our old flame of companionship,
And will pick up the fragmented pieces,
Rebuilding our puzzle; all for it to be desecrated,
But for now I welcome you with open arms,
And a shattered puzzle, that can never be pieced together.
Sixteen daysSixteen days,
I will be free,
To laugh with joy,
To relax my stiff shoulders,
And let the whole world stand still.
Till endless nights with friends arrive,
Were we joyfully play at the waters edge,
Sipping away at our cool lemonade,
And turning snow white to golden brown.
And the dreary hallways will seem like a memory,
Were outdoors become our playground,
With endless fun in its wake.
Till new memories,
Under the golden sun,
Staying up all night,
Without a care in the world.
The countdown begins now.
My ConfessionIt has been a very long time,
Since I fell in love with you,
I do not remember when,
But I guess it didn't matter,
You are my world,
I think about you often,
So much that the very thought,
Makes me shake with anticipation,
Of meeting you,
I tried giving up,
To move on,
But I can not get you out,
Of my head,
So I sit here in wonderment,
Listening to the pounding of my heart,
I know there's a chance,
But it is better,
Knowing your true feelings,
Then letting my mind wander with fantasies,
So please meet me at the meeting place,
So I can say these precious words to you,
"I Love You!"
Hey best friendHey best friend,
It breaks my heart,
To see you so sad,
Come tell me,
When your down,
And I will try to make,
All those troubles go away,
If you would,
Rather not talk,
And I will stay,
With you in silence,
Because its better to face,
Problems with two,
Your my best friend,
And you are an amazing person,
When your down,
Come tell me,
And will face the troubles together,
Remember to smile.
The break-upI got news about how she lost the feeling,
the feeling you both once new,
Sadly her vision was clouded,
And I hope you both pull through,
You both are so dear to me,
I do not wish to see you in pain,
But if you go your separate ways,
Remember the good times you had and not the bad,
I want you both to be happy,
Smiling and laughing,
So please rethink the idea,
Of the break-up.
I know I can not control your feelings,
I have no right to,
I just want you both to be happy,
So if the break-up is true,
Remember you always have a second chance,
Because a break-up can always be healed,
As long as those feelings return.
The grand heroI travel across Hyrule,
To defeat the horrid foe's threatening to harm the land,
With the power of the Goddesses,
They marked me to be the hero,
To protect the princess,
I enter dungeons,
Filled with puzzles,
And designed like a maze,
All the time I ditch whatever family,
Or friend I had before,
Because there not nearly as important,
And for that I say I am sorry,
But with the mission they have given me,
there is no way I can refuse,
With the triforce of courage,
And my master sword,
I ride on with Epona,
To defend this mighty land,
Never talking nor never stopping.
The opposite of normalIn the human mind,
The idea of a normal life,
Is wired into everyone’s head,
Till the day we were born and until our final sleep,
But what a dull life that would be,
Where is the adventure found?
From the television? Or the countless books we have created?
So why not go on your own adventure,
By taking a step outside of your bubble,
Sure people will mark you as odd,
The ways you interact will seem foreign,
Their idea of the word normal,
Will be shattered into tiny pieces,
As it holds no value to you,
While you’re on this adventure,
The word normal means nothing now,
As you journey on this adventure,
So express yourself in many ways,
To many people,
While you take that step forward to creativity.
My best was obviously not enoughI remember that look,
The way your eyes pierce me with that icy glare,
The shame and disapproval you show me,
Oh how you wish I could do better,
When my best was obviously not enough,
What will it take?
How can I prove to you that I tried?
Before you point the finger?
My efforts are waste less,
They could never please someone like you,
You belittle me,
when my best was obviously not enough,
You keep reminding me of my failures and not my success,
Are they that meaningful to you?
So that years down the road you can retell those unwanted memories?
Throwing me into another never ending battle,
Where I can never escape,
Because my best was obviously not enough.
I will forgetEven though it hurt's,
I will forget,
Even though I do not wish for that,
I will forget,
These feeling's I have harbored for you,
Will be forgotten,
So that you can love her forever more,
But even so,
Please don't forget me,
I wish to stay friends,
So please don't treat me bitterly,
For this selfish reason I harbor,
Because I will forget,
But please stand by me,
Even if we are just friends.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
My worldHere I stand,
At the top of the world,
But why do I feel so lonley inside?,
I see your stares,
They are full of pain and sorrow,
Is this the world that I have created?,
How could they,
Mamke my beautiful world so ugly,
Full of hatred and greed,
But I believe in the idea that everyone is pure,
Everyone deserves to live in the light,
No matter how cruel they are and can be,
So for now i'll watch,
And see how you recreate my presious world
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