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Writing HomeWind in November
Blows all the colder,
It's just me
Bundled under the covers
I whisper a prayer
Into misty air
Sights and sounds
That once made me smile
Fade to grey
And static stalls
So I pick up my pen,
And I fight
For just one night
I Always Loved youYou know, I loved you
Before I met you
Cliched, yes I know,
But when the mornings drew in silence
Or when the ground was white with snow
I'd recall books
I once had read
With empty space
Beside me in bed
It was then I knew
When I met you
I always loved you
When the long work day is done
You're the only one
I want to see
Though others held my hand before
It felt like a chore
Compared to you and me
Yes, it is true
Remember, when you're blue
I always loved you
Winter Roses Hold on; be strong
Here comes the wind, baby
Rock-a-bye sings, lazy
Lazy winter days
Take a scarf I said
Tying mine into an intricate knot
Hoping you wouldn't notice
As I laced it
In the same pattern as our fingers
Your scent lingers on
Even after you've gone
Running down the road
Seventy miles per hour,
And hours later
I still can't believe you're gone
You took hold of me
Like a fist,
You tied me like a windsor knot
Holding me close,
But spreading me to hide
Some unseen, unknown imperfection
An infection of the heart
Hidden behind polite smiles
All the while you cried
Because of some cold wind
Some winter night
You couldn't find
The strength to fight again
You'll hurt me softly
I'll cry but you'll see
That I'm so much stronger
Than you give me credit for
The weather calls for snow
An icy winter in the cold of our hearts
"It's fine," I say
Holding your ice cold hand
A Year in NeverlandAfter a lifetime being pulled close
You begin to push away
It's a strange form of rebellion
You push like a knife,
Pushing of the edge of a wound,
And breaking out of the skin
Bursting through your old skin,
Like a cocoon
In a flash we are suppose to be adults
We are suppose to write our lives
In eighteen years
And all the doubts and fears
Left over from being a teenager
Are suppose to be over
Even though we have two years longer,
But so much,
Can happen in a year
Still we are thrown,
Bursting from our junkyard paradise
Crashing through all the trash in our lives
All in the space
Of a year
So you can choose a packaged life,
Pick your future from a guide book,
Or flip through pamphlets
Searching for some deeper meaning
But in the end we are left needing
Maybe you weren't given your chance yet
Maybe your life stalled halfway
Maybe your life was derailed,
And the stranded survivors or your memories
Are screaming for the helioce
Absinthe and EvanescenceHere's to the talk I'll never have
With this twenty dollar bill
Clenched in my fist
My skin starts to peel,
And I resist the urge
To tear away the ugly parts
Because I've learned to love
The ugly parts
Here's to the night that shouldn't be,
And the toxic potions
That we lit it with
Green glowing potions
We could have lit it with,
But we just talked about it instead
Or did we?
I can't remember
So lets talk
Before I disappear
BonfireBeer and spit litter the ground
And somewhere in the distance
A guitar sounds,
And all I can think of
Is how sick it's making me,
And how much I want to leave
I imagine somewhere
Someone found this amusing
To let me intrude upon there fun
Beside the firelight
There cruelest game was won
As I squirm praying for the sun
Her body danced
Under the light with another
How was I suppose to know
That the firelight
Was such an intoxicating glow
Oh, how was I suppose to know
Under the firelight
She sowed what she would reap,
Ones that she could never keep,
And in the shadows I did everything but sleep
Until the morning came,
And with it went my soul
My trust and fortitude
Lay scattered in the coals
How was I suppose to know?
I didn't know
I didn't know
Why Love Is A Four Letter WordLet me tell you why "love" is
A four letter word
Its so people will overuse it
So they'll say "love"
Every other time they speak
(A secret plot to replace "that")
So it doesn't sound weird
Like an unpronounceable rumble
Of letters for every time
You feel the need to repeat
And repeat, those four letters.
("I love love love snickers"
Heard that sentence way too many times)
So we'll be confused by it
So easily replacing two letters
Changing "Like" to "Love"
With a flick of the tongue
So we'll adore the simplicity
Of the word that so easily spoken
Can define the thousands of emotions
We feel for each other
So it can be similar
To the words that are so
Easily birthed from it
Like "hope" and "need"
So we won't forget it
Like we sometimes forget
The smaller things about each other
Or even the larger things,
But those four letters
Will stay in our memories
And on our tongues.
"Love" is a four letter word
Because while nothing can define
They way that I feel for you
They way your ey
A Ghost Ship Named 'TITANIC'
The new ship sails by me, callous with behavior cruel,
Churning up the blackening waves, racing through night's cool.
Paying not a bit of heed to me waiting by,
Who watches their every move with a disapproving eye.
They know who I am, they do know my name,
But they sail by me in haughty manner all the very same.
They think I am an old girl, and therefore are not wise,
True, I may be old, but I do not speak of lies.
Those ships would learn a lot from me if they merely heard,
What I could tell them in a few and simple words.
I will tell you new ships what I know in my very heart,
Listen closely to me, and my words shall never part:
My decks were long and pleasurable, filled with a gentle breeze,
I was once the most beautiful on all seven seas.
People laughed aboard my decks, stood upon my bow,
But, that moment was so long ago, no one is on me now.
No one gazes out my windows,
No one sweeps down my elegant stairs,
No lady st
Strengthen Your Walls Because No One Else WillWords work as tools. They build us, they break us.
I already see the world for what it is, painful and sick, decaying before our very eyes. Our very bodies are worlds, cities, our brain the center of it all. Our words are weapons, the biggest of them all. They sicken our cities, the break down the walls, turn it against itself.
They cause us to cut, to bleed to scream! We don't need more words, we don't need more pain. Stop the mass production of weapons, stop the unspoken propaganda.
I open computer, Deviant Art is already on the screen. I see the words, painful and sad, I see self-destruction paint the front page. From the girl who lost her mother, to the boy who hates the world...I see it all, and it weakens my walls.
Come back to joy, come back to happiness? How can I when all I see is tales, tales more tragic then my own. I wanted an escape from reality, an escape from the sadness that cages me. But even here, on the internet, my prison still holds me, the words hurt me, and my wa
Law, war, poorWhat we see and hear is processed, we don't get it raw
we get the altered, tampered hand-me-downs of the manipulating law.
We wear it like it fits, pretend that it's our style––
coz they're the ones stamping "approved" on all our fucking files.
We switch the channels, thinking we have a choice
we vote for irrelevant reality, thinking we have a voice.
We're a grain of sand, in the world's largest beach,
tossed on the shore, with everything out of reach.
They want us to be scared of being strong leaders,
so they can declare war in a tux, while we're the tagged-up bleeders.
The rich guys riding on top, the poor taking it down below,
thats the way it's gotta be, that's how the money and power games go.
Too bad it isn't in reverse, I would love to see that shit,
The minorities ruling, the politicians taking hit after hit.
If they were the poor soldiers walking right into death,
would they be so quick to talk, or would they hold their fucking breath?
If it was their sons and daug
Memory's Made and Love that Never DiedYou remember when we were ten?
We stumbled and fell
and I remember falling under your spell
not even knowing what love was.
We made scars but you were my first crush
with one tease that made me flush
you were my first hopeful ending
when there was no use pretending.
I could never forget those summer days
sitting laughing by the bay
was a memory I wanted to stay
when we would just play.
My every heart would flutter
and I couldn't help but stutter.
But you stood there still by my side
when I felt like a child, I cried.
Now winter has come
I sit on our swing
staring at the mess we made
looking at you when you were my king.
But when that cancer spread
was the one thing I dreaded
and eight years later you made me your bride
so I could finally stay by your side.
Now I'll stand by your grave
as I try to stay brave,
feeling my love for you ache
while everything is at stake.
Remembering your smile that never left
when you stole my heart, you theft.
You told me with my hand in yours,
Don't Judge Me...I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts,
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
CensorshipI burned the pages of a thousand names
That were never truly known
Because no one cared to hear them
To learn them
To experience their stories through their own
I watched them burn to ashes
Among the fiery embers
The retching smoke
And I all heard was their cries
Over a whisper of the Devil’s cloak
I did not cry
I did not feel their pain
After all they were simply words
No more than blotted ink
Even if my hands are left forever stained
YouI've been with the wrong guys
and they ll left me.
So I tried to find the right guys
but they're just not right for me.
I stopped and gave up,
thinking that no one can ever love me.
But you showed up
and proved me wrong.
You changed me.
You loved me.
You stood by me
and you complete me.
I'm glad to have known you.
I can be myself with you.
You make me feel like a child,
happy, free, and wild.
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