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Will you be my home?Will you be my home
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for me
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
Wilted LullabiesOh flower why hello...
I didn't see you there
In the world so far below
I could barely even hear
Your screams of pain
Such wilted lullabies
Oh flower so far below me
Why do you cry?
Oh flower below
Hush your little leaves
How hard it hurts me so
To hear your petals scream
Tell me what to do
That's all I need to know
Please flower let me take you
From the world below.
Oh flower in my world
Are you really there?
Your wilted lullabies
Have turned into despair
Your leaves are now holed
You fall with the winds blow
Flower where can I take you?
There's nowhere left for you to go.
Oh flower leaving my world
Where can you go?
The world has forgotten you
Left you so far below.
And while I couldn't save you
And while I know you must go
Flower I sing your wilted lullabies
So the entire world will know
The pain of a single flower
Left in the world below.
I Locked You In My HeartI locked you in my heart
And threw away the key,
In there you roamed free
Grabbing at every delicate memory
Residing besides you
Placing a little bit of yourself
In every part of there
Till there was no part without
But as your place there grew larger
My heart grew smaller...
and smaller for you
Till it could hardly fit you.
And though you tried
To leave the same way you came
The door was locked
From the outside in
With the key in the trash.
And as my heart finally grew
My love, too suffocating
You left my heart in the only way
That you could...
Breaking it apart
Piece by piece
Till there was a hole
Large enough for you to leave
And for my heart
To crumple into almost nothing
But the remains of a locked heart
And a key still in the trash.
Can We Just PretendHey...
Can we just pretend ?
Like we did when we were kids?
I can pretend to be strong
And use these twigs
To build a mansion for you
So large and beautiful
That you'll have everything you need.
I can pretend to be smart
And I'll teach you new things every day
Gently widening you eyes
To the world around you.
I can pretend to be a musician
Your own private concerto
Sing lullabies to you each night
With the few notes I know.
I can pretend to be funny
And have a witty criticism
For all the things you dislike
And sweetly teasing you
Till you gift me with your smile.
I can pretend be wise
Have an answer for all your problem
And advice that never fails.
I can pretend to be a cook
And delicately create
Mudpies for you to eat
As though they were gourmet meals.
I can pretend to be someone I'm not
Someone who's beautiful or amazing or kind
Someone who won't let you down
Someone who won't break your heart
Someone who can give you everything
You could ever want
I'm Just A PoetI'm just a poet
Stringing together words
In a way that tries to force you to feel,
To understand what I feel.
I'm just a manipulator
Gaining recognition by
Warping what you understand
Trying to change your emotions
Till they fit my own.
I'm just an instigator
Using my words
To try and lead you along a path
That was created in anger
And fueling your passion to follow it
Until you can't even remember
Why you followed this way.
I'm just an interpreter
Translating your feelings into words
While ignoring the very fact
That in doing so
I'm ruining the very thing
That made these feelings so powerful
But I don't care
I'm just a recorder
Writing the pain of a person,
Of a entire nation
With a few measily words
While deluding myself
That this actually helps someone,
That writing the same pain
In a different way actually
Makes anything less painful.
Priding myself that my words
May one day move people
To change the world
When all they actually do
Is garner a few mo
Death Doesn't Happen To YouYour death doesn't happen to you
No, you get peace for eternity
At the cost of a single cut
What you don't see,
Are all those people
Left standing at your funeral
Trying to figure out
How they'll be able
To live in a world
Without you in it.
Yet you have the audacity to think
You could take something as important
As your life away from us,
To put our hearts at stake
And throw your life away
Because you can't take
The struggle of living.
What you don't see
Is that your life isn't yours,
It belongs to me
It belongs our mom and our dad
Your growing number of friends
And that girl you wish you had
Your life never belonged to you
It is a gift that belongs
To those who care for you
And you think you have the right
To just throw that away
As if our love doesn't matter
That we could be cast astray,
Well i won't be
i love you too much for that
And whenever you try leave
I'll always bring you back
Because your death doesn't happen to you
It happens to me
To our mom and dad
Your growing number of
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.
I only bring out your deep fear.
Constantly near panic attack.
Focusing on what you lack.
So afraid that I'll go away.
Why do you want me to stay?
You deserve more than me.
Really, what do you see?
Trying to be better for you.
I don't know what I can do.
I'll try whatever I can.
I'm just sorry for who I am.
Trust MeWithin love, only the passing of time will allow me to see,
The truth behind a statement where confusion and pain is free,
Learning to ride a bike, I could always feel my fathers hand,
With a steady momentum, an hour glass of sand,
I would trip however never fall,
My fathers actions never came with a stall,
Each day started in the same way,
The same conversation, repetition is what he would say,
Mother is loving however never there,
Two voices beyond my the other side of the door is rare,
There are times mother and father would embrace,
Understandings of love creates a blank face,
When my body began to scare me, when it started to change,
My father helped me welcome it without feeling strange,
Pregancy, diseases, sexual expression; sex and masturbation,
My perception changed, fear became fascination,
Father hugs like a friend with mother in the house,
In my room they last longer, when there's no one else,
Within love, only the passing of time will allow me to see,
the criminal mentalit
Trying to be BetterWhen you’re like me,
Insanity lurks in the room.
Empty pain bottles litter the floor.
Walls have holes.
The air smells of drink.
When you’re like me,
The voices don’t stop.
Reflective surfaces burn.
Dark corners are home.
Skin still heals.
When you’re like me,
You wonder why.
Why it’s so easy to give up.
Why perfection eludes reach.
Why you strive for it each day,
And are never satisfied.
If you’re like me,
Lost Within ViewBeneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,
The death of my mother, now by the grim reaper I am mothered,
Life is time; I'm just beyond a measurement,
I am a bias enemy, indirect resentment,
I am the hidden item in the lost tomb,
I am the invisible sight, lost within my bedroom,
I want acknowledgment, but don't ask for,
For the voice I seek may attack my core,
The needle at the bottom of the haystack,
The outline of an image hidden within in the black,
The cause of disagreements, the eventual fight,
The outline of an image hidden within in the white,
Can you see the other side of the wall?
The distant face, a reason for a stall,
Can you hear the sound within silence?
The distant ear, provoking indirect silence,
Can you smell a sent beyond you?
The distant nose, searching for a que,
Beneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,
The person within sight waiting to be discovered.
When You're Not Here I...I remember your eyes
like the brightest skyline
wonder how many times
you've been told
I remember the lights
in my dreams we were dancing
wish we were together
I'd accept all the torture
like a backhand paycheck
if behind all of it
I'd count to infinity
i'd fight past the stars
if my dreams were telling the truth
I keep trying
to see you beside me
I'll keep lying to myself
until it's real
I'll keep falling apart
when I wake up alone
but It's worth it
oh it's worth it
I remember your eyes
as I pass all the time by
dreaming of the perfect future
I want nothing but time
so I can spend it looking
spend it admiring
the grass isn't as green
things aren't quite as they seem
I'm burning, crashing, waiting, trying
to stop myself
from breaking down, wasting, crying
the vision in my dreams,
suggests that you're still beside me
but when I wake up it's still empty.
I keep trying
to see you beside me
I'll keep lying to myself
Thoughts In Liguid FormI stare at my arm with anger for I know that it can't contain,
The reactions to my past, the assumptions hiding in the dancing rain,
Don't say that you care, don't you dare begin to stare,
My skin shakes, there's only so much it can bare,
Don't say for me you have hope,
Trying to hide, my tears can't cope,
Don't say that u feel, don't say that pain can heal,
My skin shakes, only one perception can be real,
Don't say that for me you have lust or love,
Trying to hide, the gun waiting to shoot the white dove,
Don't say that there isn't shame; don't say there isn't blame,
My skin shakes; I notice the forgotten cigarette butt and know we're the same,
Don't say the past doesn't matter; I'm the six foot son,
Trying to hide, the bullets are not in my gun,
Don't say that your right, don't say it will pass with the arrival of light,
My skin shakes, knowing what will happen alone at the end of the night,
Don't say my perception is strange,
Trying to hide, as a reflection and its creator exchange,
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
Would You Notice Me?Living life as an actor, a rewritten script to see,
Evolving labels and characteristics hope to escape, to be,
If I changed the shape, the colour of my hair,
Would it change the way you stare?
If I changed the label of book,
Would it change the way you look,
If I changed thoughts, the unconscious link,
Would it change something that is automatic, the way you think?
If I overcome the power of a fear,
Would you catch each lonely tear?
If I placed a bandaid to cover a brake,
Would you hold me when I shake?
If I stand on my toes to become taller,
Would you forget yesterday, when I was smaller?
If I limited my speech, held every second word,
Would we stand together and judge the rest of the herd?
If I turned away to hide an emotion,
Would you hold my hand and battle lifes' commotion?
If I became your image, a heart to tame,
In our relationship would I remain?
Living life as an actor, a rewritten script to see,
If I hide my depression, would you notice me?
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my head
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
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