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Writer's BlockMy pen will not flow
Across this paper as it
The blockage is
I crave my black thoughts
inked on white paper.
It should be a sin
To feel so helpless in your own
We are unique
and yet we are the same.
Trusting someone else
so completely as this
combined in a fit of rage,
Every fiber of our beings
fighting against what we had made
it was truly inevitable.
We are in love as one
Cracked ChordsThe strings of my heart
play the tune you wish to hear.
with the song you sing.
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.
My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.
Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.
I can but watch as you
from my grasp.
My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
WantingCan you hear my whispered words,
Or am I only a ghost in your world
Of turmoil and frustration?
I call out to you,
My silent screams
I reach for you,
Yet my fingertips
Slip strait through
I cannot comfort.
I cannot hold.
I am but a shattered soul,
Unable to uphold
The wanting of your every
Understanding.A slacken, crooked jaw leaves its face having a look of dead boredom as it stares at the lines in the floor. The holes in its head where its ears should be are gaping; its charcoal skin appearing burned and rough to the touch. By all accounts the creature before me appears exhausted, if not entirely gone from this world. Its shoulders are slumped sadly into itself; its unnaturally long arms reaching, hands resting on the floor, long fingers spread, its palms pressing into the hard wood beneath it. The weight of the world is on those shattered shoulders; its knees bent awkwardly to support its apparent depression.
As I lean forward off of my bed, my own knees supporting my weight with my want to get closer, to comfort, its eyes slowly rise from its fingertips to look upon my face that is full of oblivious concern for its wretched form. Despite its slacken jaw I see it smirk before meeting my eyes with its own.
Those eyes! I feel myself gasp and lean quickly away in horror, fo
Letting GoEvil surrounds you,
Beckons you in.
You need the will,
Yet you crave the sin.
Just let them in,
And you will see
How easy it is
To let your soul live free.
Hell's pressure.When she was alone,
she lost herself.
The same way god lost me.
The putrid ghost,
he murdered her,
and dropped her body in the sea.
I longed and searched for that innocence,
but she was nowhere to be found.
It's almost like my childhood
was pilfered without a sound.
When he dropped her in she struggled,
she fought she cried and screamed.
Alas all good is weak yet lovely.
Alas she is only a long lost dream.
Now they drag my body out of water,
and I feel like I am breathing.
I cut myself on this evil world,
and I cannot halt the bleeding.
It's done with I'm done with I'm sick.
All my faith was washed out at sea.
All alone and in company I lost myself.
The same way your god lost me.
TinmanMy skull is
and my brain is like a clockwork;
but there's something in the gears
and they are sticking.
for some sort of repair but
my short-circuit voice-box
is out of date
and my creator-God is gone.
If only I could trade
these burnt out eyes for real ones,
and get myself some sort of heart
that wouldn't tick.
fever fewbut waking up does not always mean getting
better, and i don't know when the last time
i felt good about the sun was, maybe
that time in january tucked into a stranger's arms,
maybe not even then.
i don't sleep anymore; the whole concept of
circadian rhythms has surpassed me
with the turn of the tides and the waxing
of the moon. either i am awake all the time
or asleep all the time and i cannot tell
which. it is a constant circle between the red pill
and the blue. i dream between sentences and count
the number of times my alarm has gone off, staring,
forgetting what it is and what it means.
i'm just passing the fucking
Letterswhen you're pregnant
with your first idle child,
and you're silently treating
him with deficit words of
his lips will quiver
with the slightest triangular grimace,
and he'll recognize the inside of your uterus.
and his tiny wrists,
when you're married to your present-tense husband,
remember the last time you made me blush saber tooth tigers,
and how you used to carry me across the clean-cut grass,
warm dew embracing the tips of our star-studded feet.
and how you made me
when in high school,
we lay side by side,
teaching each other
about the personalities of our psychologists,
and how sometimes mine
would clutch her teeth with her tongue
out of faint nervousness,
or maybe it was the square
freezer chill of the illness.
i loved your hands,
roadmaps of blue veins and skeleton fingers,
but i loved you more.
on bad inspirationaddictive by nature, i have more than a few
bad habits, and maybe this is ironic,
but writing about everyone
and everything has become close to
a nervous tic.
once, i showed someone
my words for him and he said
that he was flattered,
that i was cute,
i said thank you
for being my inspiration.
he said, always;
i just hope that i am never
we said our goodnights and then
after trying to talk to him, twice, i was ignored
for two days. i thought it was ironic because
he had told me he was a gemini/cancer
cusp, and he was doomed
because both determined him to be
overly attached. but then
when we spoke he said
he was smothered easily and i said
and it was the classic
"it's not you, it's me"
and i was fighting
for air, this is the push-pull effect
of the earth, i am not a fucking canvas for your feelings,
do not paint your thoughts about my thoughts
and i pointed out how
i had just wanted to be friends
until he put his arm around me,
until he ki
I broke a mirror to multiplyI broke a mirror to multiply
my smile several times;
To twirl and watch my tiny selves
dance in their confines.
My minions and my audience;
My crowd in Crystalline.
The lines that broke were smooth and clean
like their reflective grins.
For seven years I'll only face
the tiny shards of me.
No broken luck or broken soul;
Just attentive company.
Lost with myself?Sweet little soul, come here to see
The path of salvation, light to follow
Are you lost, my dear little soul?
In the shadows you have been too long
My tears, where are you?
The pain I need to release
Release out of me
Please, my tears
Come back to me
Oh wings so white, hold me
Please don't let me fall
Heal my broken raven wings
Let the angel rise once more
Eyes, eyes, be aware
Enemies are stalking us
In the shadows, in the dust
We see them before they come
Eyes, don't you fail me
My heart, nowhere you are
They once tore it apart
Pieces hidden, lost
No heart, no heart
Who am I?
Who am I?
Lost in here, away from there
My mind shattered, yet so dark
I have no place to call home
My eyes won't face another day
A day without suffering
I have no heart to call own
I have no tears to shed down
I have no life to live for
I have no love to hold on
I have no dreams to share
Nothing I am
I Can't Sleep.Jealousy overtakes me
To the point where I can’t breathe
But I don’t want to breathe
I’m filled with hate
And I don’t want to be
But I am
And it helps me breathe.
My love is the fuel
To this fire
And for the sake of love
Get me to see the truth
I know the truth
But I can’t think
Emotions never cared about logic
I scream to myself
It has to be me
No one else can help me
I’m stuck in denial
Like a paradox
Now I think I’m okay
But I’m not.
Why can’t I see what you mean?
Why can’t I hear your words?
Why can’t I believe?
Open my eyes…
Make me breathe
In your words
And forget my own
I say to myself.
Without YouOpen my eyes, to one more day of life
(I'm just slipping through)
But I don't try to do much more than survive
(It's pointless without you)
Just one more time, I'd like to say you're mine
(And let it be true)
I can't escape, this tormented fate, not without you
Now I'm searching
But my eyes are blind
There's nobody here
There's nothing to find
And I'm left standing
Broken in tears
My heart is gone
I'm losing my mind
I've always hated myself, and wished I didn't exist
(I know I'm imperfect)
Let myself be decieved, by the taste of your kiss
(Was this really worth it?)
On my wrist, another scar laid to rest on my skin
(Do they have a purpose?)
There's always been some kind of problem, embedded within
And I'm left standing
Fighting back to tears
Days go by
Still nobody here
Now I'm broken
I left them behind...
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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