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Madness of the UnknownIt's like I'm on this roller coaster
Cruising through happiness and despair,
and the track that lies before me
is cruel and unfair.
One second things are good
But! Quickly the ride drops and
I'm plummeted to pain
which know no end; until
I'm yanked up through something wonderful!
And so on and so forth
through loops and around jagged bends I'm pulled.
The speed of the rocket I'm end going so fast
everyone I care is nothing but a faded blur.
They can't rejoice in my happiness,
can't help me wallow when I'm sad.
But it seems the bad is creeping up more and more
these last few hours passing by.
Now slowly, I am creeping up the track,
and have a chance to look around.
When I do I see the outcome is
worse than I could have feared.
The ride pauses at the top,
the cart glittering reds, blacks, and golds,
to add to the suspense of the whole damn thing.
Now I see what lays before me,
nothing but darkness covers the track,
and I cannot see what lies ahead.
It seems the belt in this ride is broke
Dragon's Tale (Rough Draft)I never asked for this role but then again, do we ever? We are born what we are and expected to play a role. We are never allowed to break from that. For ones like me we are never allowed to go off course. Things are as they are and for a dragon; you get the role as villain.
In my empty cave high atop this mountain in the snow; I live my life as the monster of the cold. It’s not what I wanted. It’s not what I asked to be.
It was just how I was born.
Many a prince has come to this mountain to slay me. Many swords have pierced this chest despite the fact that no princesses are hidden in the cave depths. I’ve tried my hardest to get them to quit coming back. I don’t know how many times I have moved out and on. But every time a rumor is started, there’s a dragon in our midst, here comes Prince Charming on his noble steed.
I have talked with a few and explained my predicament. I have told them that there’s
Puppet MasterYou had me dangling from strings,
bending this way and that,
constantly falling for what I
now know was an act.
I can't believe I was so foolish!
Can't believe I thought someone could like me!
Can't believe I fell for you!
When falling is so unlike me!
But you're a snake charmer in disguise,
good with words but better with lies.
Shattered the very foundation of me
with just a few simple lines.
Can't patch up all the places where
the acid ate away at me.
Can't fill in all the wounds where
I am riddled with holes.
Now I am a broken mess,
sprawled out on the floor.
Things can never be
what they were before.
How can you expect me to be your friend
after what you said to me?
How can things go back to normal?
How can things ever be?
They can't and that kills me
because you made me feel alive.
You made me feel important, something.
Like maybe I could find love.
But you, you snake charmer,
you're no better than the rest.
Don't give two cents about the heart
beating in my chest.
Take a step back.
Re-examine what you thought you knew.
Because everything you saw before you
was nothing more than a lie.
Created by a mastermind
who is way ahead in the game.
UntitledMy breath has been stolen by you
and you don't even care.
You took all the feelings I had
and tossed them under an oncoming train.
Out of all the guys I've liked
I thought you'd be different.
Out of all of them I believed
you would be the change.
But you're just like the rest.
You only want to use me because
I'm not good enough for anything else.
I'm not good enough to be anything else,
other than a friend with some additionally benefits,
and when I refuse that; then I become nothing.
I guess nothing is what I will remain.
You know just because you have a dick
doesn't mean you have to act like one.
OverkillYou shot me in the chest
Left me for dead.
Patched up the hole
Only to take another shot.
How much longer can I stand
With bullet holes in my heart
That you so carelessly fired
To cause my living death?
Spin CycleIt's like you've tossed me in the washer
and it's forever on the spin cycle.
'Round and 'round I keep spinning,
so much that I don't know which way is up.
I'm watching the world from behind glass,
dirty water and soap splashing in my eyes;
sweater sleeves and pants legs wrap around my throat
so I can no longer breath.
I reach to bang on the glass but my hands are bound
by all your dirty laundry.
I try to scream but water fills my lungs so I can't breathe.
Finally when the load is done, and you pull me out to put
me on to dry; it turns out I will forever remain nothing but
a stain on your life.
But at least you will always remember me.
Way To FallingI'm trying every thing I can
to stop liking you but that's
much more difficult than I assumed
because I was on my way to falling
before the ground broke my body
and my heart.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
UntitledLike an addiction I can't shake
Every time I try to give you up
I end up wanting more
And feeling like I need more
I know I should back off
Take a step back
Give some away
But I can't
If I lose you
Then I feel horrible
Must resurrect you
Because I can't bare to let you die
Can't bare to let you go
When I'm away
I think of you
Wonder if you are okay
If you are surviving
While I am gone
I spend hours and hours on end
Checking you and gaining more
Why do I do this?
Why do I drive myself insane?
Getting on multiple times every day
Just to get more
You are my worst addiction
I will never be able to shake
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