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I Don't Want To SeeSometimes I close my eyesAnd pretend i'm blind.Though I can't seeI try to continueOn down the pathThat I once believed was rightAnd though I knowThat I have strayed from the pathThat I have been swayed and moved off courseI will not open my eyesBecause I am blindAt least I wish I was.I keep walkingAnd even though I can still hearThe sounds of the painAnd the damageI might be bringing to othersOr the danger I'm slowly walking towardsBut I keep goingI don't open my eyesAnd I walk directly off that cliffThough I don't see the fall.Because I'm blindOr at least I wish I wasBecause I don't want to see.
Death Doesn't Happen To YouYour death doesn't happen to youNo, you get peace for eternityAt the cost of a single cutWhat you don't see,Are all those peopleLeft standing at your funeralTrying to figure outHow they'll be ableTo live in a worldWithout you in it.Yet you have the audacity to thinkYou could take something as importantAs your life away from us,To put our hearts at stakeAnd throw your life awayBecause you can't takeThe struggle of living.What you don't seeIs that your life isn't yours,It belongs to meIt belongs our mom and our dadYour growing number of friendsAnd that girl you wish you hadYour life never belonged to youIt is a gift that belongsTo those who care for youAnd you think you have the rightTo just throw that awayAs if our love doesn't matterThat we could be cast astray,Well i won't bei love you too much for thatAnd whenever you try leaveI'll always bring you backBecause your death doesn't happen to youIt happens to meTo our mom and dadYour growing number of
I Don't Want To Say I Love YouI don't want to say "I love you",Because my words will make it realMake my love for you actualPalpable and ,worst of all, breakable.My love would manifest itselfLike a sheet of glass between usThat you could shatter withThe slightest touch.I don't want to say "I love you",Because those words don't showThe truth to youThey don't show how importantYou truly are to meThat I want to wake up every dayAnd fall asleep every nightWith you by my side .I don't want to say "I love you",Because you might returnthe same words to me.And we would love togetherOur hearts growing as oneBut tragedy might strikeAnd you might be taken from meLeaving me with half a heartAnd no one say those three words to.I don't want to say "I love you"Because I doI love you more than life itselfAnd that scares me.But I'll say itBecause no matter how large my fearsOr small my worriesI want you to knowThat "I love you".
When I Shall DieWhen I shall die I ask not for a coffinTo display my mortal bodyTo the Earth beneath.I ask not for a funeralA celebration of my life and memoryThough both would be soon forgottenI ask not for roses nor liliesTo slowly rot away in coherence with me.When I shall dieI merely ask for a stoneWith my name etched onto its soulAnd of this stone I beg,To remember meRemember I was here , that I existed,For all eternity.
Your Poetry SucksYes, roses are redAnd violets are blueBut you have to understandWho said they had to,Its about imaginationEmotion and orignalityNot the reiterationOf dead men's practicalityThese words,They are your sentenceTo a world that has to listenAs you create the differenceWhether it beWith angst poem against loveOr how you set your heart freeTo fly like a dove,For these wordsWhether or not they be trueTheir beauty and idealsWill be used to define you,So yes,Hope ,in fact, has feathersAnd like a caged bird it singsBut these words will only be tethersThat strip you of your wings,Those are their wordsMeant for their timeAnd meant for their herds,But this your timeMeant for your wordsAnd whether they be meaningful, stupidOr completely absurdI'm sure they'll be amazing.
EverybodyEverybody lives,Everybody dies.Everybody breathes.Everybody cries.We all scream.We all suffer.We all squirm and fight against the pressure of life.We all are unique.Everybody has a purpose.Everybody was meant to do something great.Everybody lives, grows, learns, ages.Everybody's purpose ends for the same reason.So I shall make it easy for my children.I will teach them not lies but truth.I will show them both darkness and light.I will praise them for embracing both sides.I will teach my children too see clearly.I will teach them how to understand pain and death,but not to fear it.I will show my children to love and to hate,.but not without a reason.I will show my children the cruelty of life,but I will show them the beauty, too.For one day, when I am no longer here,it is my children who will have to teach the future.Teach the younger generations what I have taught them.Teach them about the rain and the stars,the earth and the heavens above that my not exist.T
Cousin Of DeathCousin of death, take me inLet me rest, forgive this sinI haven't lost it all, but I show painAnd soon I guess, I will walk in the rainOh cold winter, don't remind meOf how, I couldn't seeOh cold winters day, you're as cold as my heartRemind me of the days, when it was warmCousin of death, comfort meMake me believe, this isn't the best of meCousin of death, invite your friendsCause agony and suffering, is better in the endDeath, I have been alive way to longYour cousin, makes me wish that I was wrongCause I don't wanna wake upSo please, take me in your warm blanketsAnd don't let me open my eyesEver again
queen of nothing.what I've learned:I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135 pounds was a little too big for five foot eight. So I tore my tights up to the thigh and threw those new suede heels in the garbage.It felt good later, to know that they couldn't hate me more than I hate myself.My six-word story from ninth grade reads, "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."When I read that treating people like trash to gets them to nee
listen:1.People will let you down.You’ll love them, anyways.Don’t let anyone romanticizethat.It won’t be beautifulwhen somebody breaks your heartthe first timeor the secondor the eighteenth.Pain is not beautiful.Maybe on paperbut not inside of younot in numbers.A million peoplekill themselvesevery yearbut you’re still here,and that's important.You're doing somethingright.2.My father told me“Be selfish –if you don’t take care of youwho will?”I liked to thinkthat this is the reasonhe ignored megrowing up.(I’m sorry.I don’t have good adviceon this one.Because the people who let you down,you’ll find,are the ones promised to save you.Are the ones promised to love youand protect youand I’ll tell you,nothing quite hurtslike waking up in the morningto the police in your doorway.Nothing quite hurtslike being elevenand hearing a cop say“Poor girl had to live wi
A Little Bit of WonderlandHer name was Alyssa, and when she was nine, her mother built her Wonderland. After being raised on a healthy diet of Charles Dickens, Enid Blyton and J.M. Barrie, it seemed like the natural course of action. She created it out of paper, each scene indispensably, indisputably perfect in its imperfection.And she did it because Alyssa was terrified of the idea of falling through a rabbit hole, into a place that allows magic only when you are confused. Mothers do the most impractical, exhausting things to show how much they love their children. It seemed a pity that it was this very effort that kept Alyssa up all night, staring at the paper people like they were coming to get her.(If Alyssa’s mother knew, she would have spent all her time trying to explain to the little girl that it wasn’t just paper people she should be afraid of.)-God appeared to have a sense of humour when little Alice became Alyssa’s best friend. She lives across the street, her hair always
Someone left $20 in an envelope at Fanime''Hey guys! Fanime was amazing but it totally left me sick for weeks after I got better, I went through the letters I got and found one that had nothing but $20 and a note describing one of my posters. It looked like someone made a mistake and accidentally gave me their money without getting a poster. I want to return that money so If it was you, please e-mail me with your name and address.In other news, I will be at Anime Expo at table A24 and A25 Hopefully the Knite books will be ready by then!
What love is not, what love isFirst of all love is not lustIts not sexual Its not an obsession Its not a feeling of liking someone Its not something that has a measurement Its not something that has a time limit Its not something you can put a price on Its not conditional.Love is unconditionalYou learn to love Love is a commitment Love is a promise Love is something that does not change once it starts Love is a bondLove is something that is hard to understand You can love someone without liking them but you cant love someone if you hate them Love never changes Love is forgiveness Love is powerful You can love someone from a distance meaning you can love someone that has hurt you but that doesn't mean you will let them hurt you twice, you can love them from a distance and because you love them you can forgive themIt took me fifteen years to understand loveBut I realize that I am luckyMost people may not underst
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;What is Love? When all is Hate.What once was a peaceful dream soLucid, so daring, so bold!Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told. As a child, I knew not of you,What was false, or on the other hand, trueAs eyes turn on me, cold,You alone take me in your arms and holdOn to what is left of a little girl who never made it outOf that dream to be forgotten. I thought things were foreverDare I say anything could die, for that was never.But life is a funny thing, you know?You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfectBut as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific. I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but trueAnd true it is, true with all the evil life could doThough I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the worldOne little thought can bring back little girlsFairies and dragons and strong, worthy knightsOne dose of glitter can shine through the nightHush, little girl, for the stars in the skyShining so sweetly like your stunning eyesDon't let the nightmares define what you'll beNotice the beauty within every dreamHush, little girl, there is no need to fight…One dose of glitter to light up the night.
Rose tinted memoriesI’ve felt this way since we first metMy heart pounded fast and I couldn’t behaveMy hands were always shaking and my words wouldn’t come out the sameI removed all that’s dreaded to change my old waysBut time has passed now, and everything has changedThe love I once felt might no longer be awakeBut I know deep inside that things remain unchangedBecause I might forget your face but the good moments will never go away