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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.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
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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