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SightSometimes I sit.
I watch the world go by.
I see trees grow,
Beckoning with strong hearted wisdom,
To reach for the depths of a candle-lit sun.
I see plants thrive.
feeding off the sweet nectar of a well nourished Earth,
trailing the sun with a golden heart.
I see animals live.
A small deer, galloping towards its dainty mother,
a young sparrow, drinking in the wisdom of a guided flight.
I see birth.
A beginning of a new chapter,
the luminescent life of a brand new day.
The chills, it sends, in waves of angelic heartbeats.
the tale of a polished slate,
filled with tendrils of hope,
something once thought to be abandoned.
I see the wind.
How its soft caresses hold an unspoken power.
I see the rain.
Washing away a sea of broken glass.
I see the ocean.
It's depth, a beautiful symphony of a resplendent midnight,
a home to a thousand stars.
Then I see you.
A powerful beacon in a bare, crescent-lit world.
Every wonder that was once intriguing,
now a street light on a lonely highway.
It kept me sane.
It kept me happy.
It has been a while,
And I miss what we had,
I miss what we could still have.
Please return to me.
Let us be together again.
And never let me go.
I Haven't MovedVines grow over
My decaying carcass
He said he'd meet me right here
It's been a long time
I haven't moved
The trees have began
Shooting roots through me
Suffocating my heart
He told me to wait right here
So I've been patient
I haven't moved
My feet have become home
To a colony of mice
Who keep my bare toes warm
He told me he'd be back
It's been 100 years
Tell herTell her she's pretty...
Because she doesn't think she is.
Tell her she's smart...
Because all of her mistakes make her feel stupid.
Tell her she's good enough...
Because she's been treated like she isn't...
Tell her she's amazing...
Because no one really thinks she is...
Tell her she's perfect...
Because she's incredibly flawed...
Tell her she's going to find a happy ending...
Because everything seems like it is going wrong...
Tell her she is worth it...
Because she feels worthless...
Tell her lies...
Because at this point she will believe them...
If you tell her the truth, she's bound to misunderstand.
Tell her lies. Go ahead.
Lie to me.
TrustYou ask for trust,
Really do you think it's so simple?
Go earn it first!
Come in here, let's play a game.
Let's see if you deserve the price.
Take your turns, choose wisely.
I'm not going to be easy on you.
I'm the evil bitch in your eyes.
The one that does everything wrong.
But didn't you realize,
My ability to trust shattered in your hands.
I can see it in the eyes,
The truth, the dare, the pass, the change,
The alarm, the lie, the light, the dark.
You can't deny my observing eyes.
Maybe you just have a bad karma,
Maybe you're just not trustworthy for me.
But you can't force me to trust,
When I know how good you can lie.
Love SucksNo matter who you are.
Blinded by the light -
Needing it by the hour.
No matter where you are,
If you are pulled in,
There is no way out.
There is no wanting out.
No matter what you are,
It's the same thing over again.
The same treacherous joke,
The same voice laughing behind the scenes.
No matter how strong you are,
As long as He keeps chasing you,
There will always be that voice in the back of your mind.
Run away ignore push.
Those you love will flee
Those you want will perish
Those you need will turn away.
Those who needed you will fall.
Nothing but a useless statue now,
You rust in the rain.
Your face will falter,
Your feet will turn to dust.
No matter who once loved you,
No matter who will
It will always be there,
Eating your heart from the inside out.
Absolute SilenceI don't want to turn on the light
I don't want to see
my pale reflection
in the mirror
I want to close my eyes
and see only darkness
when they open
Have it love me and comfort me
But I don't want
the absolute silence that follows
I still want to hear
the hum of my computer
and the purr of my cat
To know I am still alive
instead of on the other side
where I know I'll be
when I close my eyes
Dead And GoneWhen I am dead and gone,
And you feel the whole world,
Has decided to leave you alone.
Remember the reasons to wake,
Because I'll be there to hold your hand.
When I am no longer here,
And you start to well up with woe,
Don't sit there with a lonely tear.
Hang onto happiness for my sake,
Because I'll always stand by your side.
When I am not in your sight,
And you hear whispers fade to white,
Just look up and you'll see my light.
Know this apparition I cannot fake,
Because you desired me in your dreams.
I Want to be Who I WasI want to be me again,
The old me.
Who wasn't exactly a girl.
Another epitome of lonely,
And having no life outside.
Bad haircuts and risky fashion statements,
I never cared about others.
I want to be that girl,
Who was always herself.
She might not have been happy,
She was miserable,
But at least she wasn't a lie.
LiarSometimes I know I'm wrong,
Yet I tell myself I'm right.
Such a peaceful place,
In your mind that is,
When you believe your own lies.
I can spend a thousand lonely nights,
And a thousand no less,
Waiting for your soft spoken words to come.
'You dream' they say, 'just like the others',
But no one dreams of you like I do.
I'd write a thousand poems for you,
God knows I already have,
and will write a thousand more
If it meant you would understand
My lies, my stories, my worship.
You always ask me to explain
Every single word I say,
But you don't see it, do you?
It's all you.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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