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Demons HiddenI never knew true pain
until I looked into your eyes.
Memories filmed in sepia
within your bottomless pupils.
shatter the silence.
flood my sight.
Blood paints the walls thick
crimson to match your own body.
Screams he wants to silence.
Tears he needs to dry.
Blood he has to hide.
Now disappear behind the walls
from where they were created.
There was him,
Taken from the broken pieces
from where he once grew.
Now he walks heavy with demons at his back,
waiting for them to strike at his own people,
Thinking of You When I Shouldn't BeWhenever I think about you
My mind wanders away from anything useful
So I let my frustration out on a torn sheet
Of notebook paper covered in initials and
I don't know if this counts as a love poem
But I don't know what we count as either
So with no rhyme and no reason
My pen hits the page
With the choir singing in the background
I hope this is worth saying
Nameless LoveI always admired the way she stared off into space, the way she'd get so absorbed in reading and writing, and I loved her smile. I loved the way she chewed on the end of her mechanical pencil whenever she paused her writing and the way her eyes seemed to search like they were sorting through the words in her head, picking out the ones she'd use and determining the best order. I loved the slight smile that spread across her lips as she thought.
I loved everything she ever wrote; not that she'd ever show me. I loved how when she put her headphones in, she lost herself in the music. I loved her insecurity with herself. I loved her self consciou
Too Late for I Love YouDear You,
I'm terribly sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you. I've always loved you, but I couldn't tell you; it would've ruined our friendship which I treasure so. I know you're straight. I love you because I know you don't care that I'm a homosexual. You don't care that people would think you, too, were homosexual. You didn't even care that there was a chance that I'd end up falling in love with you.
Thank you for being my friend. Please, know that I value you in highest respects. I want you to know that not one day passed where I didn't think about you.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I must be a masochist. I allowed yo
What Life Has BecomeThe more I breathe
The harder it gets
I hate the world (x2)
And most of all
I hate my fucking
I'll do anything
Just stop this pain
I want to feel numb
And close my eyes
For the last time
All in all
It's hard to get by
And when I want to die
I just can't help but
I just want to hide my head away
Look on the bright side, find a new day
My body is falling apart
I can't keep it together
My mind is shot
Do you know what's it like to hate everything?
To want to believe, it's all just a dream
Life has no meaning
What is living anymore?
When the world is all dead
This quiet consumes
The heart that was beating
The spark in the e
FirelightShe was breathless with fireflies
and sleepless nights
amongst lilac caresses
and beneath a moonlit heaven.
She was starlight in the night,
glowing with pink pinched cheeks
and beauty which she stole straight from heaven.
God let her keep the splendor.
She was the dimples in her cheeks
as she smiled wide at the cupped fireflies
matching her splendor
and the lilac caresses.
All I AskEven though I know it's over
Even though I know we're through
I hope that you will understand
What I need to ask of you
It know it might sound crazy
But that's the way I am
I want you to be the one
To give him all you can
He's gonna need someone to love him
He's gonna need someone to care
That someone’s got to be you
Because I'm no longer there
I know it seems a little strange
But that's how it's come to be
Even after all this time
He's still a part of me
And though I know I can’t be there
To steal his heart away
I hope you'll do this one thing for me
So I’m still with him in some way
He's gonna need someone to hold him
Sunshine TerrorsThe sun still shines even through Earth's darkest nights
when the shadows surround the little girl.
Her nights turned to terrors
as her dreams collapsed in on themselves.
Nightmares haunt her mind
and show her skin being ripped from the inside out.
Each night she wakes, quivering,
whispering, "I don't want to die."
Faces Don't ChangeFlipping through primary school yearbooks,
the faces of the children I grew up with
are cemented in perfect, smiling innocence.
Each page turn revives a memory of recess days
playing Red Rover, best friends I thought I'd
have forever, and teachers that actually cared.
But here come the Middle School yearbooks
with motionless, black and white pictures
of the awkward stage of pure adolescences.
There's a picture of my first crush
smiling gleefully into the camera
as he tries his best to look perfect.
To my left is the yearbook of Freshman year
where everyone's smile tried it's hardest
to look natural, but still seemed faked.
Green and gol
Fly With MeThe wind is blowing up my back.
Twisting and dancing
within the curled, brown mess that
is my hair.
The streets below fill with horns
of the eager drivers making a living.
In the distance the sun begins to fall,
lighting whats on the other side.
I never believed the world could speak
until the wind began to whisper.
"Feel the air around your body."
Is it even there?
How when it's so lifeless?
"Breath in your last bored breath."
Oxygen had never smelled so bittersweet.
"Listen to me as I tell you what comes next."
Any guidance was sure to do
but was this one right?
"Now jump. . ."
And there falling through the broken
Pale Light, Star BrightA room filled with people
could never be so dull.
Gray light illuminates from their uninspired bodies
except for the one draped in light against the corner.
The one who shines bright,
like a luminous lantern in thick fog.
Sitting on the outskirts of the empty voices,
she sits, inspired and thinking.
Using her one power,
her one gift.
The one that enlightens.
The one that is limitless.
The one that can change everything.
She writes and writes
her never ending tales.
As she continues,
her light grows brighter
until it fills the too small world encasing it.
She and others of her kind,
ones with the affinity,
Settle Here ForeverIn the sky full of Fiery Stars,
we took ourselves away from what was real,
looking above to the rusted Golden Moon.
Stretched arms reach into
the Dark Infinity
where our world couldn't hold its
We see the Gliding Comets
racing Darkness through the Fiery Stars.
Take my hand and guide
me to Above;
to soar with the Golden Moon
and Fiery Stars is where
my Heart truly wants to settle.
TitlelessMy thoughts become empty
as I struggle with this pen to write
what I feel and to feel when I write.
Each word is pushed from the recesses
until they drip onto the page.
One by one the fall, crash, and
come together to create a story.
Blank is my mind as I hit the fourth line.
Unknowing what to write next to make
these words flow like a river's current
but it only becomes unstable
like the ocean's tumble onto shore.
The lines are disappearing.
The words are dwindling to sighs.
There goes the visual falling into pieces
inside my dimming head.
My brain is simply saying no
while my hand is begging yes.
Dark EndingAll alone in a world of Dark,
creatures crawl within the shadows.
Heavy breath and silent steps,
no one sees, no one hears.
Screams of the Angels,
as they now fall.
Laughs of the Dark
causing it all.
No one left
but us dead.
Walking through Shadows,
seeing pale Dark,
fighting for Light,
all while trapped in Nothing.
Killer TrendProtruding bones
look as though they'll tear through skin.
Count the ribs.
Feel the pointy hips.
Hair so dull,
falling out in certain places.
Skin snow white.
Bones all start to show.
Face sunken in.
Eyes no longer shining.
This young girl looks like she's
Step on the scale,
Lose five more.
Don't eat for two days.
Jog for three hours,
walk for one.
Half hour break,
let's keep going.
Look at everyone talking behind my back.
Probably all saying, "look how fat!"
One day I'll be thinner than those
perfect, skinny bitches.
But right now I'm fat as hell.
That little bump on m
You Think I'm Crazy?So...
you think I'm crazy?
You haven't fucking seen crazy.
I wear black, have heavy eyeliner, and cut my wrist.
Is that what makes me crazy?
Have you seen some people in this world?
Next to them I'm the sanest.
But next to your normal (preppy) friends I'm the school freak.
You say you're the person that looks for the good in people.
Then how is it that you've never talked to me,
and you tell others I'm a freak?
Care to explain?
Don't say anything.
We all know the next words to come through those lips are bullshit.
I know you don't care.
All you care about are your looks, so-called popular friends,
and ripping on the people w
Story Behind This FaceI slit my wrist.
It's not like you need to be concerned.
Not like you watch the blood as it falls.
If you actually saw what is in my head you'd understand.
It's not your little fairy tale.
It's my own hell.
When I'm with others...
it doesn't show.
But when I' alone the razor blades come out.
Look at the world!
There's people out there that need your attention!
Why do you spend it all on me?
Would you like me to stare at you?
I thought not.
Do you think I act like this just so you can talk about me?
As a matter of fact I don't.
So don't judge me!
You don't know the story behind this face.
Pain of LoveWhy couldn't love be painless?
The tears wouldn't burn my empty, brown eyes,
my heart would still be together without help of stitches,
and my wrists wouldn't bleed heavy as red rainstorms.
Am I this stagnant,tear-stained,
wreck because of you?
Are you the reason my body refuses sleep?
My body aches with every nerve for you.
You don't care do you?
Never looking my way.
Nor asking me name.
Only thinking of yourself and your self-centered world.
Not about how my blood crashes in waves upon my floor.
Do you like seeing me like this?
In this state of insanity and ungraceful pity?
All for the pain of love?
Of YOUR love?
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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