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This Valentine's DayPlastic roses and shattered dreams
All of these from Valentine's past
My heart is bursting at the seams
Just how long will this pain last?
For two long years I've felt this way
Yet I keep my feelings locked inside
And now I'm alone on Valentine's Day
Because of this love I try to hide
Heart shaped boxes full of lies
An "I love you" not meant for me
Last night I killed my butterfly
Because you and I will never be
I love you, I will now say
For I may not be here
This Valentine's Day
In Love With A HeartbreakerWhat is this emotion? What is it like?
Surely you must know
For so many love you so
The all loved you
Yet you broke their hearts
And every time when they asked why
You just said, "It didn't feel right."
Well guess what?
I love you too
But I'm smarter than the other few
I know the games you play
You say you like them, I've heard it too
But in the end you turn them away
All they ever did was love and care
Yet all you did was give an icy stare
And say, "I'm sorry, but I can't love you."
So why must I love you too?
Glass tearsA silver sparkling, brightly shining
On this sad and subjugated one...
Among the riddled world of festering lies
Broken truths and darkened skies
A glacial wind on his fledgling face
Some time has gone by, he's left no trace
The tracks are gone, covered and swept
Those promises she never kept
These hovering words begin to rust
Descending down and into dust
The child's tears have turned to glass
His body cold, she ran so fast
A shattering scream, a wailing cry
Her little boy she left to die
Go For Itgo ahead- try it
i don't care.
drive it through your skin.
wince from the pain.
be tickled by the blood, falling down your arm like rain.
go ahead- live with it
wear jackets and long sleeves.
hide your secret
from the world.
muffel a scream, when someone- anyone
rushes past- barelly brushing you.
My First NightmareMy First Nightmare
It is the early morning a heavy fog has coated the ground making it hard to see where I am putting my feet. My breath is heavy and my senses are on high alert, I pass by a coral and kept walking on and half way to my destination I hear small sound that sounds like old hinges that are way over do for an oiling. My breath hitches but I continue on until I get to my destination the air seemed like daggers in my throat as I saw the sight before me an old wooden swing was rocking and upon the swing is a body without its head. I continue to watch in terror as something appears upon the lap of the body that is swinging the swing, slowly it starts to morph into a head with blood slowly dripping down from its neck for a moment I am memorized by the blood just slowly dripping down from the neck onto its legs and into the heavy fog. Until I hear the head start to say "why didn't you save me?" I look up into the heads face to see it is my sister's face glar
Easy ButtonI'm like an easy button;
difficult to some on the inside
and very simple on the outside.
No I'm not made of plastic.
No rubber feet, no spring inside me.
In fact, I'm just skin and bones.
I don't run on batteries;
don't expect me to run out of juice.
I'll always help when needed.
You may call me a joke.
But when you need some confidence,
I have all the reassurance you need.
I have no rubber,
but I'm very flexible.
Nobody's dilemma is too much.
Please don't press me. I'm ticklish.
Simply call for me;
I can put your mind at ease.
And if you believe I can't fix your problem,
I just may have to gloat:
"That was easy!"
NightI lie there blade in hand,
looking at where the blood will land,
mechanically I gouge my skin out,
and dullen the voices which shout.
my outer self cases the inner in lead,
it is the falseness crumbling I dread,
I can no longer lie,
the one thing I crave is to die.
my phone vibrates, I've a text,
I leave it and wonder who will call next,
I stare at the crimson river,
and urge death to come hither
if this is is life it must be hell,
for I feel trapped in a cell,
I see scars and open wounds,
picturing the life I am bound.
slowly sunrise takes place,
my blood congealing without haste,
mask on and scars hidden,
a school day doing as bidden,
little they know of the devil inside,
and that which inside me divides.
CopingBreathe in air
deep and slow
close your eyes,
but don't let go
Grip the blade
then let it fall
erase the pain,
erase it all
Feet in contact
with the ground
all the same,
to weight and shame
from hooded eyes,
from crying skies
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
I Am FineWith him, I was the sun on the shore.
The highest bird perched in the tallest tree.
The gem that outshines all others,
The laugh of the happiest girl.
Without him, I'm invisible.
A painting never painted, tears
welled up in eyes but never shed.
A dream cast away on the wind.
A hopeless nightmare,
Give MeGive Me
They say turn left
They say turn right
But only my soul can decide
Can't have none
Can't have both
Willing to shed my blood for the oath
I thirst for what I cannot obtain
And unleash a roar as bold as the lion's mane
Give me what I need
Give me what I crave
Oh, how the words I knew your tongue would speak, I dread.
Can't have one without the other, I'm willing to make a deal.
Split my soul in half
And with each, I will heal.
AttentionYou say that you're in pain?
Funny, I don't see a wound
You say you want to die?
I doubt you'd even try
The scars on my arms are hidden
Yours are on display
I drown in my own agony
While you float above
Yet they still come to rescue you
And leave me there to die
Because I'll never shout for help
You have it all
Yet act like you have nothing
I have little
Yet I'm still glad I have it
You speak of the pain
But I'm the one who feels it
I need the help
Yet you're the one who gets it
I don't pity you, not anymore
Go cry for attention
I'm not giving you any
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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