...Wind up my heart, butlet it go.because it's Clockwork,and i'm running out oftime.
...i stand facing the windso i canfeel the world hitme at a 1000milesa minute,to provei can take a blowstronger thanyou.
...and everytime i flipthroughthese empty pages,alli can seeare the blankstares glaringbackat me.[i have nothing to say .]
...i'd like to see the stars, falland kiss themoon.i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glowinto a million little pieces, andscatteracross the seas.one day, these lights will goout; one day, that wish will cometrue.[shut your eyes and imaginethe end]
...Well cupid missed his mark, struckthroughacold dark shadow. Chased afterit for a while incircles, realizedit wasn't a game, itwasn't"real life." Took thearrow and pierced cupid'sheart.But cupid's not realeither,can't dieand circles never stop running
...bet you can't understandhalfthe words ispit out atyou,cause they're venomand onlyi'mimmune.
...And the spaces betweenthesewords, are likemy heartbetween beats.irregular and unsatisfied.[you kept my heart beating .]
...what's the point of china, if itnever gets used. just sits onthe shelf, collecting dust.that's all were good foranyways,the looks.then we break.[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,but it's really poison .]
...I like to dance in the sun-kissed fields. andreally, the way it feels is,Warmth...scattering dandelionsacross raysof gold patternedgrass.[whether its bright out or not, you'llalways shine like the sun .]
...the contrast only makes me love you moreI trace constellationsacross your arms, andin the wake of my fingertipsrainbows blossom.Among the spread of colorI can't find a single shadethat makes us clash.
three stages before an eclipse.i.my tears are scalding, bringing back old wounds from the dead& letting them paradedown my wrists[ and my thighsand my stomach ]like my pain is somefestival the demonsin my mind canall enjoyii.my muse is sick& i'm beginning to seestars for what they really are: burningballs of gas that i will never reachiii.never before have bridgesscreamed at me so loud"you should really try to fly"& if i stand close enoughi can almost hearthe countdown burningthough my ears 321
when all the world is sleeping. i have midnight talkswith the moon over a steaming cup of chamomile tea & although he never responds i know he always listens and that is all that i need
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable couragefrom the sincerest of heartsa love that I cannot encouragethe feeling in me then departs.Do not be in solitary confusionI have a burning determinationdo not reach the wrong conclusionbut I must reject this fixation.It is not you, nor is it meplease do not lose all hopebut I believe this was not meant to beI know that you will be able to cope.A heart with fervent ambitionmay not be able to settle as easilya pretend love cannot come to fruitiontruly, I do care for you deeply.Forgive me, how selfish am Ifor turning away such a great loveplease don't let your spirits dieNo words of appeasement to think of.I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
ghost shipocean seems so serene and calmafter wild thunders and after the stormsmy ocean, a stillness born from summer heata child of twisted vows and broken dreamsoceana mirror of souls and soundsoceanjust an echoilluminated by green-blue darkening lightthousands of moving lightsghost shipsfloating aimlesslytoward some distant shorethey may never seeoh what a ghostly web across the dying seaocean is so serene and calmyetI can hear a silent whisperone tiny little voicedeep and hollowwaking up the nighta lullaby of sorrow and broken might"where are we going?""with no oars and with no sails""with no course and with no trails""will this journey ever end?"andno one hears this tiny voicethis tiny pleading voiceit lives only in my mindand I have no lips to murmurno tongue to cast a spellI cannot tella Heaven gleam from burning Helland my heart is weakon board of our ghostly shipsonly silence speakto the brokento the meeksilence is foreversilence is our god from
PillsAnd in my fist are pillsAnd in my lungs are poisonAnd in my heart isEverything elseThough it feels like nothing at allAnd when I breatheI feel the smokeBurningBut don't you dare stand there and look at me SatanI know what your plans areAnd don't you dare stand there and judge me GodBecause I know you're more than disappointed in meAnd I remember when I was hereIn the coldAnd I ran up the stepsAnd into daddy's bedroom closetAnd I untwisted the cap on those pillsBecause I had a headacheAnd ten pills fell out(I know, I counted)I stared them downI stared them down hardAnd I rolled them aboutAnd I closed my fistAnd put those ten little pills up to my mouthThough the initial plan was to take oneAnd then daddy came into his room and asked me what I was doingAnd I dropped the pills back in their comfy bottle, some fell away to my feetAnd I fumbled to close the capAnd though daddy asked what I was doingI believeHe knew the truth.So God, don't you dare yell at me
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissedYour lips tasted like heavenBut you left traces ofBurning hellDown my throat.II, We lovedWhen our skin brushedthe wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veinsIt poisoned your heart androbbed your breath away.III, I leftThat night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfireI could smell her perfume on our bedYour lips tasted like vanillaAnd my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.(G.L)The Love Story You Gave Me
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,You hushed your storms silent,And hid the seams in your bruised heart,You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.(G.L)-I saw the tornado in your eyes
An Obsession with DeathThey say I am abnormalwith a desire to die,but they do not seethe chaos that does liejust beneath the surfaceof their pretty little apple pieexistence.(In truth I find it more like vinegar to a fly.)Whenever I sit down to speakwith a "normal" sort of personI find myself bombardedwith images of poison!Disease, decay, and war,they scream.Mass shootings, murder, and suicidethey roarinto my ears'till I know not else but what to think!To tell the truth, (for I cannot lieas I have been indoctrinatedby a truth-seeking girl of July)I seem to findthat youwho do not have any problems with your headare the oneswho should be in my place instead.
undressedmermaid girl,your nudity is a giftyou've tried too oftento returnthe ocean spits it backand the silvery fishof your vulnerabilitynever stills
I've ForgottenWhen she diedI tied a knot in my stomachso I would rememberbut I've been so busytrying to remember her dyingI forgot how to forget.I've forgottenhow to let go -and the doctors saidthey would cut me openand snip her outa blade between the bowsand she,and the pain, would be gonebut I've forgottenhow to let go -and I still don't want to.
Hollow Diamond - Tyson BrunoIn my eyesYou're made of diamondsAnd laced with goldThough when blindedI find a mind isWorth seventy fold
Roses are Redroses are redviolets are blueam i just anothercorpse to you?the angels are cryingtheir pitiful tearswhile the demons are smilingcausing fearoh god, oh whyam i going do die?i pray, i prayi'll see another dayroses are redviolets are bluenow she's ten feet underjust like you.
The Sufferer.When I’m just about to shineYou’re there to steal my thunderBottle up that lightning twicePull me down and hold me underTo steal away the moment I’d been waiting forThat I shed blood, wept tears as I was striving forwardToward the goal that brushed against my fingertipsAnd erupted in a cloud of dust; I reached for it, but missedAnd that catalyst set forth a mental apocalypseBreaking down the walls I’d set to keep the peaceTo keep me far away so you can rise without resistanceTo say “I love you” doesn’t mean a thing if it’s only from a distanceIn this instance, your persistence paid offWhat goes up sure is impressive to everyone down hereI’m glad to see you hover up above us allAnd I’ll even look away when you’re just about to fall
Better Off ApartMy glorious happy ever after,Just like you, is with someone else.We might have been quite content,So wrapped up in one another's love,In another life - instead the cardsWe were dealt were not red with passion.They were stony black and white,Dripped in scorpion's venom - at timesMy thoughts drift away like passingClouds, only leaving behind the rain.Was it you or I who caused the HeavensTo cast us down from our pedestals?Were we made in Lucifer's sly image,Destined to crash into hellish lava?These answers mean nothing to meNo longer, however ghosts do have aHabit of popping up now and again.Isn't that fair to say?
Star HuntersI am a star hunterI run through the open fieldsof moonlit Earth belowwatching with steady gazeendless sky aboveWe are fewhunters from the Valley of the Moonclothed in silver-whitewatchmen on the walls of nightRiding through the darkness's veilour eyes fixed on open skieslegs bounded by Earth's beloved tieswhat falls from heavensis ours to stealours to concealStar huntersreapers of the nightdressed in silver-whitetaking and claiming with hungry eyewhat once belonged to the blazing skyStars falllike giant firefliesturning to stonewhen touching the groundWe are star huntersrunning through the open fieldsof moonlit Earth belownight ridersreapers of the darkest fieldforging in forbidden secrecyblades made of fallen starscursed with sorceryand our Elder's bloody scarsWe are fewhunters from the Valley of the Moonclothed in silver-whitewatchmen on the walls of nighthiding from the world aroundour secretssinful yet divinestolen from the skyand not a soul
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, orEven a better artist.“Trust me”, I have experience,I’ve been at it for years.Let me give you a few simple guidelines,Some that I myself go off of,And I’ll pretend that my style,Choice of words, will work for everyone else.And let’s not forget to mention thatI am a premium member! A beta tester!A senior member!Till hell freezes over!I must know what I’m talking about?In all my greatness and glory!I have the authority,To tell others how to make their art better.Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,And ignore those people who tell us our style.One person, so skilled and great,With art that all tend to appreciate,Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,To determine whose art is worthy or not.You write one way I write another,My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.A pencil i
...You struck a chord in my soul.Now it rings in my ears,a sicklysweet melody that deafensthe painscreams louder now can't hear it's ownvoice.