Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Red love from the heart,
Faithful blue from the soul,
Sugar's not so sweet,
Compared to the heart that I hold.
Its not needed
What is not felt
Is not understood
No one is 'me'
So no one will know
What even I cannot fully
How it frees
Separates me from the world
Yet I'm bound
Tea with Sugar'I like tea sweet',
though it may seem benign,
it threatens their design,
of how what they like,
will always be right,
what they dont like to see
No one but me,
will understand this taste,
but somehow its misplaced;
I was dealt the short straw,
who would have foresaw,
I wouldnt like my coffee
To feel guilty,
of a preconceived notion,
that this single emotion,
makes me among sinners,
given certain factors,
were pieces broken in me
Theres no apology,
what I feel is owed,
to some moral code,
when being divided,
and so one-sided,
I've lost where I truly
this mutual fear,
wont quickly disappear,
when love is a charm,
used to justify harm,
but love can never be
One Night of WeaknessLet me have one night,
thats all I need,
to forget my composure,
as they form the proof,
of where my heart lies,
even as I stand here,
time passes me by,
What separates us,
I'm so painfully aware,
as these tears fall,
pain I cannot bear,
but give me one night,
and I'll be ok,
then I can go on waiting,
as I have everyday.
Puzzle PieceMy missing other half,
the better part of me,
why must you be so far,
across this wayward sea?
We may go alone,
but to keen eyes no doubt,
its just that our hearts,
we make due without.
Our trials have been long,
but for each other we swore,
you are all that matters,
my missing piece no more
Seeing MyselfLooking through life
through the lies
till my tears dried
I cant deny
this sight of mine
how out of time
years pass by
how long I've tried
looking through blind eyes.
WithdrawalLike a glass filled to its brim,
My vessel of all and none of me
About to spill its entirety
My chances to last so slim
But it was meant to be;
Being captured willingly.
Taking, spilling over
A brazen sweet admission
To bitter recognition
Struggling to shoulder
As waves with every motion
Time makes no exceptions.
Echoes so sound yet painfully near,
"I wish you were here."
My MissingAs I swim this current,
this human sea,
every couple I face,
seems the same to me.
They may have their trials,
and their dreaded lows,
but together they make,
a lovely, complete whole.
I cant help but notice,
alone in this sea,
how as I watch on,
theres only half of me.
NaysayersIts a shame
you can't define
that we don't fit
within your lines
how we get by
and make it work
just means more effort
we didn't give up
when most would have;
has seeing our success
made you so mad?
So say what you like
how it isn't real
once you face reality
maybe you'll learn to deal.
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and friends.
They say I should take each day as they come and try and pretend
As if you are still here amongst us, looking down from above.
As comforting as that thought is, it will never be enough.
You not being here is a reality I am forced to take.
Living a life without you was a decision I was forced to make.
Sometimes I can’t help but think that
Nothing to LoseThere's nothing to lose
When no one knows what you going through
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
Deep in my heart
Its an endless spiral of pain
Don't you know what I am fighting for?
When it's not worth to go through all this pain
When you feel you are don't know where to go
When walking on the path on broken glass
Feel like that something from your life is drifting away
Is it worth to try pull it back?
It's just a slap to my face by reality
Slammed the door behind me
A dozen reasons ran through my mind
Standing there, crying
Wondering if it could have gone better?
All I need is a second chance
There is nothing else for me to lose
I already lost myself in my turmoil
What have I done? This is not what I planned
Now she is gone, I don't want to feel my heart is breaking
I have blood on my hands
Her blood, dripping...
Why why, this knife in my right hand and my left hand on her throat
Doing the one thing I would never do
Harm the one person I truly loved
A World of WordsThis written word strung together,
Played off in a cacophony of beauty,
Dancing around in a field of verses.
Visible to all with eyes in their heads,
Or ears sensitive and perked,
But only known to those who watch.
Those chosen few who sit in silence,
Listening to a mute orchestra,
Or watching an invisible ballet.
The truth behind what is visible,
Is seen and created by their worn minds,
Lips upturned with furrowed brows.
Broken hands feeling no pain when creating,
Their minds, hearts and souls filling the page,
In a cacophony of beauty, spilling across the world.
There is a PlaceThere is a place
A special place, where plans are crashed and
Dreams come true
A place where
I would want to be forever
But I can't reach it
I see it everyday
I can't move closer
Because I am trapped
Trapped within my own memories
Moments of pain and suffering
Would it ever end?
I can't do this alone
But then you appear
With a smile on your face every time
Always wondered what made you happy
Till you told me
"I am happy because you make me happy."
You hugged me for a long time
What ran though my mind started to make sense
My pain and suffering was drifting away
There was someone who care enough
Someone who wanted to help
Someone that wants you feel a change from within
A place where
Plans are crashed while dreams blossom
That place was you
The feeling of HopeThe feeling that you always speak of
It ponders in your head, day in day out
Never sure how it got in there
What happened? Where did it all fall apart?
Is that the feeling?
Don't be sad or concern about it because it will drift away
All feelings do step aside just don't know when or you feel to weak to decide
Move on it will be hard but it has to happened
Or else you'll be in regret
There is no comfort in words it just feels like nothing
Having that feeling that nothing means anymore
I have that feeling
It kills me from the inside that I can't feel
I have gone numb
Lifeless just going day by day feeling, is it worth it anymore?
But it has to mean something
Why does stuff happen, there must be a reason behind it
But you may not know the answer to it
But I can't move on because I see something more to it
I see there is hope in this
That little hope will set me free
That hope will give you the strength to overcome it
That hope will strive for something better
That hope will give a new mea
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
Hurl Yourself Off of a BridgeBridges are much like cliffs in that you can hurl yourself off of one at any moment.
Skyscrapers draw too much attention from crowds. You can't die peacefully when everyone's watching you. Helicopters will be sent. Traffic will be stopped. And when you fall, you'll make a dandelion-shaped splatter that'll take months to scrub out. Way too messy.
Airplanes are just about impossible. Don't even bother trying. By the time you're trying to pull open the emergency doors, a hidden security person will be on you, calling you a terrorist if you're brown enough when all you really wanted was to crash land yourself.
Ophelia might have thrown herself in the river, but that route's painful. It's not going to work for you. Drowning ain't easy. The water forces all of the oxygen out of your lungs. That sensation burns more than you realize and, worst of all, your body's instincts will fight against your wishes and force you to struggle. You'll bloat.
Cliffs are alright. The problem is that no one wi
I'm fifteen years old.
I'm doing the very best that I can.
I am confident in saying that I am timid,
and I am never timid about my confidence.
I question everything, and pretend to have all the answers.
I am scared.
Much of the time, I am scared.
Of being in crowds.
Sometimes of dreaming, and other times, of waking up.
In other ways, I am brave.
I can be very brave when it counts.
Usually, I don't even know it,
when I am.
Not until someone tells me
"That was very brave."
But then again, I don't know many things at all, until I'm told.
I may be young, but I've been in love.
Please don't scoff; it was real.
It was magical, and wonderful.
I felt safe with him. I knew he could never, ever hurt me.
He sang to me.
He read me whole books.
He wrote me things.
He worshipped me, though I wasn't thin, or extraordinary...
He told me I was both.
He told me I was perfect.
That he loved me.
Until he called me on our ten-month anniversary,
(I know that
The same path we are onI always told you
not to ever feel
because you knew
I would think of you
and I would
where you were.
If you only knew
that we are
under the same sun
and under the same moon
under the same
bright - burning
You'd see that
we are not so far away.
That miles are only numbers
and I refuse to let them
keep your heart away
(I am trying,
like I never did)
But miles are also wide
and I never learned
how to swim,
you were quite
I know you can
but I was never
for you to carry me with you
and save us both.
Just tell me,
which way to go
so I don't get lost...
I don't know where else to turn.
All I need is your voice
but your voice is turning into
an empty e c h o.
I know you're alone
because that's exactly
the same path
that I am on...
Things That You Should KnowI tried to tell you:
You are air and you are glitter
You are smiles
But you shook away the magic
You are cells and I am cells and nothing lasts forever
Maybe I am cells but you are stardust, you are music, you are midnight
Because I know
You have to be made of
Than the diagrams in my textbook
Inside of MeI smile, yet, I'm hurting inside.
I laugh, to hide my pain.
I feign my emotions, pushing reality aside.
I'm lost, it's all in vain.
It shows, and that is my bane.
Losing touch with what's real,
I feel helpless and cold.
Waiting to find the life I want,
it's all just a taunt.
It could be I'm just waiting for that someone,
Happiness eludes me;
Apathetic mindsets constrict my view.
I cannot fathom the serene.
Everything lost, vision askew.
It all doth accrue,
one to two.
Death is long overdue.
Once again, I smile.
Hoping no one will see.
Though every once in a while,
I dream someone will foresee,
what's really going on..
inside of me.
HeartbeatLet me lean towards you
Stand on my tippy-toes like a ballerina
Wrap your arms around me
Protect me from the dreams
Let me listen to the beat of your heart
When mine dares to skip it's own
Spare me the saftey that your arms hold.
Let me learn what love is
Let me slowly grow up
I can mend scars
I can heal burns
Let me have the chance
Let me feel your heartbeat
Let me be safe
I don't even knowLoneliness washes over me as I stare at this fresh ink.
I'm having one of those moment when I don't know what to think.
Every thought makes me sad, every word makes me sink.
I gotta snap out of it, but I don't wanna pretend.
Nothing here can make me feel satisfied, contend.
This is the feeling of seeing complete darkness at the tunnel's end.
Expressing my emotions is getting harder each day.
I can't express myself when I don't even know the words to say.
I just need to get air, I need to get away.
I need to feel like there is a way.
Such a strange person.
So fearsome and yet so relieving.
Lately death has become a friend of mine,
He and his pals have been close company with me.
Silence is the only person I really like talking to,
The ring of her voice is so soothing.
Isolation is the only company I need,
He holds my hand and guides me around.
Depression is a great friend to me,
She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.
These friends are the best ones I know,
I have other ones but they aren't as great.
Happiness for example is always leaving.
She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.
Outgoing is such a social guy,
But he doesn't seem to have time for me,
Always out partying with someone else.
Sound is just plain annoying.
She never knows when to be quiet,
Always blabbing away or making noise to drown out Silence.
Now these are all just friends of mine,
My best friend who I mentioned earlier is Death,
Who gets along with everyone.
Because he is always around whenever
Trying not to Diewith happy boughs
to shelter my walk
but heavy feet
and a heavy heart
i feel elderly
although so young
weary before my time
i may shrivel and die
you promised to pull me
out of the grave
you promised to give life
i just want to close my eyes
so take me home
is that too much to ask?
this world of "what if"s
will not dissipate
trying to see good
i can't deny the truths
living in the lies
it breaks me down
so i cannot start to cry
Something randomTeenager, grit your teeth and keep walking.
Listen to music.
Headbang until you get a nosebleed.
Just don't let them know they cause you pain.
Little girl,dance around the room in a tutu.
Smile and laugh and sing.
Ignore the fact that daddy just left.
Act ignorant and thoughtless.
Just don't let them know you understand.
Mother, you fight with your deamons.
You sing with the choir.
You can't help but cry.
He was a liar.
Just let your daughters know you're trying.