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".
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.
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.
All I WantI want someone to talk toit may not sound like muchbut its all I want of youI want to never be aloneto never be forced to hearthe silent creaks of my homeI want someone to share with meto give me the pieces of their daythrough tiny conversations, and hearty storiestill there's nothing left to sayI want someone to stay with meon those many cold nightswhen the only thing that can keep me warmare their sweet whispered delightsI want someoneit hardly matters whoto stick with meand stay with me throughthe transgressions of my daysthe weaknesses of my souland share the same with memake me feel whole I want to someone to talk tosomeone's whose hand I can clutchAll I want is a true friendSurely that isn't too much
.i've been dreamingabout bones,ribs poking upthrough the ground,my cata white and fleshlessthing that rattlesin his sleep,haunches bare and cleanas a whisker,he wretches withthe face of a devil,he drops mea sack of lovein the morning,a stainon the carpetas well as the eye,am i showingenough backbone now?i painteda crescent moon onmy skull ofa hareso he can gazeat it even in death,i don't care muchfor the rites buthe looks goodon my bedside tablei close my eyesto those threeon my wall,i don't seei don't speaki don't hear(what is this, a fucking cathedral?)
.and you;i understand if you have towith the sun painted gold on yourtiger back bone, i won't moveeverything else is in it's place,everything -if you open your eyes up wide,put your ear tothe lungs that breathe insidebut not in mine, no not in my holy waters,my still still waters, but stillthe sea will surge overthe sand, and i will take whateveryou can give me and sleep, i will sayi want the hand of god betweenmy ribs, i want a mechanical life,i want no part in the winding evilcurling itself inside me, pleasei want no part in settling down, i wantto see stars the colour of champagne, openwrists like blind slats so i can seethe light, keep fresh insidewith cling film stretched across,go on then do it, listen, i will let you,i will take your lover's song, the blamebe storyteller to them all, sit intheir kitchens, pet their dogsconceal the fact and smileas life drags me down the aisleto that bastard standing theredressed all in black, the king of allthat dea
.i will carrya small hope, a grainof itin my pocket(it will do whatever it can)
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
.tonightthe moon is rotting,my hands are not my ownmy blood is howling(treetops glow silver)
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
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?To feel something, but...be unable to express what it is;to be silent;to fight it alone.I know how much it hurts,but I don't know how to show it.Poetry used to be my refuge,a place where I could be alone -express all my emotions,without being judged.I'm losing it.I can't connect to poetry.Everything sounds so stupid...Everything I write sounds stupid.I have to erase all my feelings,because they don't sound right.The words aren't real.They don't show what I feelAnd maybe this will be the last.Maybe I'm gone:lost of all emotions.I'm truly alone...I used to have poetry.Now I have nothing.
In Your EyesThe stench of my sin still on my hands,I'm at your feet, saying I'm sorry,The blood of my crime still fresh as dawn,I'm on my knees, I'm trembling,And You ask me to look You in the eye,Oh my God, how can I?If I looked into Your eyes,I would die,In a moment,In the twinkling of an eye,Because You are Holy,But what am I?I am nothing, I am filthy,I am guilty; my bones are dry,I don't deserve a glance from You,Oh Righteous One,How dare I come into Your presence,In my sin, with what I've done,I'm crying out to You, but still withdrawn,I admit I'm so afraid, to open my eyes at all,I am terrified of falling into You,There is a barrier between us, 'cause I'm afraid of what You might do,If I looked into Your eyes,I would die,In a moment,In the twinkling of an eye,Because You are Holy,But what am I?I am nothing, I am filthy,I am guilty; my bones are dry,I don't deserve a glance from You,Oh Righteous One,How dare I come into Your presence,In my sin, with what I've
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
zeroi sworei would never number the poemsi wrote about myself because thatwould be like ticking off the daysuntil my breakdown;i was a moth, unapologetically throwing myselfat any gleam of hope; wasting my wingson industrial promisescolors always felt much moreappropriate for the purple boilingbeneath my heart and the pallidpurposelessness of my head,but i was born into a colorless world--no one sees me behind the metallic scarsof my skin and iron grating of my voice againstthe grain; no one sees me as more thangray regret or monochrome mistakes,no one sees me butall i ever wanted was for afallen god with feathered heelsto believe in me: to pray uponthe monuments i built forbroken dreams and to baptize mein his tainted tears,i just want him to be real. morethan anything, i want to be real, i wantto be more than an imaginary friendto various mental limitations; i wantto trade my liquid skin [evaporating]for a chance to bei am a moth and you are the lighthousei
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