Evil is a coward that
hides in the
afraid to show the truth
in the light.
[not even it is fearless .]
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...And the spaces between
words, are like
irregular and unsatisfied.
[you kept my heart beating .]
...i'd like to see the stars, fall
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
...you've got the rain following you
around like a sad tune
dancing atop of clouds
crows are loosing
off of flowers.
[it's melancholy .]
...and everytime i flip
these empty pages,
i can see
are the blank
[i have nothing to say .]
...I played a game with the devil
he offered me death
and life to my
[told me you wouldn't care. your
dead to me know.]
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
True HappinessHappiness isn’t about your deepest wishes coming true
Neither is it about getting what you want when you want it.
It’s about appreciating all you have, while you still can.
Happiness is more than just a chemical reaction in our brains.
It is pure to the core, uncontaminated by passion or appetite.
Happiness is simplicity - finding the beauty in the little things in life,
The things that mean more to us than anything else in the entire world.
Happiness is, above all, a necessity of life.
Nobody can ever be truly void of joy, and if you beg to differ
Just know, that sometimes
It takes getting everything you’ve ever wanted
And then losing it all
To know what true happiness is.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Wait For MeWho said it would be easy
Who said it wouldn't be hard
Who said it would be simple
Who said it wouldn't leave scars
What I've got to give you is less than you deserve
But would it make a difference if I promised you the world
Who said it won't be painful
Who said it wouldn't break
Who said it would be perfect
Who said it's a mistake
Words can only say so much before it's hard to breathe
But would you understand me if I said you're all I need
Looking from the outside in
Some things never change
Looking from the inside out
Some things stay the same
I don't know what will happen
When or why or how
I can't see the future
But I can be there for you now
I can't tell you where to go
Because that's up to you
I don't know the road ahead
I can't pretend I do
It's hard for me to say it
And it's harder to believe
But I'll be there beside you
If you will wait for me
...Will you wait for me?
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
summer childHe can't remember
where he left his sunshine
but somewhere between the
watermelon smiles and
it had disappeared.
He's hunting for it,
nose to the ground like
the dog he is,
yet his full-moon eyes are
wider than ever before
and they still can't see
past the cool, dry breeze.
The barren trees
around him quiver,
tremble in the night
like his peach-blossom lips,
still the tears -
floodwaters only just
contained in the failing light -
are not forthcoming.
It won't be long before he
fills his weed-tangled lungs
with harvest winds
and cries out to Mother Earth,
mourning the dandelion wine
that sours on his tongue.
.Every night I pray
the miles of nerves
beneath my skin
will melt away, so
the lash of your
no longer sting.
In The ShadowsThe shadows are my friend, they hide me from the sight of others and with their aid I can get closer to my prey.
My target is asleep, the place is largely silent, thankfully I am able to avoid making any noise with ease. My target is not far, I just have to do this carefully so not to alert them too soon.
My target is underneath me, sleeping soundly, now to strike -
A scream can be heard through the house - “SPIDER! BLOODY BIG SPIDER! KILL IT! KILL IT!”
My job is done, now to run for my life. That was so satisfying. Next target will be the eldest daughter, I will do that tomorrow night. Oh how I love being a spider.
Falling UponAnd slow,
The thoughts unfold.
I seem to be, still breathing.
Thinking: are we destined to be -
Suspended upon the tide
Of the ever changing notions,
Lost far from land,
Shrouded by the sun's glare
And the on coming clouds of tomorrow?
A flower that looks out across the sea,
Nodding in the breeze
And offering its wares to passing bees,
Colour distracted, scent effected,
In the end we all fly towards
The bright flower of fate.
Or are we, indeed, lost?
Entombed within our own dreams,
Realism is a faint letter,
Sent from a distant land,
Unrecognized and strange,
With uneasy sounding phrases
That grate against our sensuous minds;
May we sail true.
I once saw a hand offering help,
Unfurling toward me,
In a bright haze by a meadow,
But as I reached out
The sun stole my sight
And the vision was gone.
No hand remained to see,
No help or hand to grasp,
Only a singular me,
Lingering like a leaf,
Unsure and confused.
But what if I lose?
What if I give up and
Open the final door?
I know peop
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