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Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
Her color and vibrancy drained dry
Love is blind, and you my friend, are a bat.Sworn to leave, and never return
Only to come crawling back for more
Blind to the flaws in each other
It almost seems kind of perfect that way
All the heartache forgotten,
Falling head-over-heels again
Sometimes I wonder how it feels
To love blindly,
And meanwhile, I stay back
Wondering how to hnadle sheer beautiful idiocy
All their hateI look across the room
I feel their anger like a wave
Of too-hot air running across my skin
But even with all their hate
Its power almost tangible,
They will never hurt me again.
The Dusty TypewriterIt's dusty, very dusty
And it's been sitting on my desk
With all of the things I haven't written yet
I told myself everyday I would get to it
But between lessons, homework, and coping, it sat
Neglectedly, waiting for me
Now it seems my writer's block is gone
And I'm ready to write about how I seem to be going wrong
Down the rabbit hole I go, AliceT
Down, into the dark
With no one there to catch me
It doesn't matter to me, where I land
The hole seems to be grabbing ahold of me more often
Because I can't cope
There are too many little doors
And depression follows me around
Just like the Cheshire cat
e, for e
Captive? Captivate?You hold my heart in your hands
And I'm scared
Filled with cold uncertainty
Knowing that one day you could leave and take my heart with you
Let's face it; Everyone does it.
I feel like you're no longer in my back pocket
And I'm scared
To know that you're moving on in life
While I'll always be that shy, sad girl
I feel like there's nothing of me to hold you.
So, the question:
How to captivate you, without holding you captive?
Sometimes I wonderI think about whether I am missed
Whether people have enough space for me in their bubble
Enough space for my...noise.
These words and images of people I love, I carry inside my head
Remembering those loved and lost
A fresh cut into my heart with every memory
I miss her
And I wonder if I ever had what is called "true friendship"
Before I found someone so kind
Melodious, you could say
I've been stabbed in the back
But it's all falling into place.
I've climbed up the mountain
And I will never fall again
Into the pit of self-loathing, hurting everyone around me
SHE almost put me there
But I said no, and put down the knife.
Soon, I will bear a tattoo on the back of my neck.
A sun, to remind me that there are always brighter things.
And I begin to wonder if it wasn't hiding inside me all this time
This thing called love.
HousecatI don't care if you say you love me
Take care of me, but let me be free
Fresh water, food in my bowl,
I am someone you cannot control
That is all I want from you
Satisfied I'll forever be true
But neglect me, and I'll be on my way
To find myself a better place to stay
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boy
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
Warm Me"The world is big and I am small,
I am short and the world is tall.
The world is cruel and I am hurt,
The world is cold and full of dirt."
The melody of a children's song
Echoed through the empty floor
When the shadow of a former self
Marched towards that certain door.
Behind that door there was a short shelf,
Drawers unlocked by a key
Agile fingers had stolen before.
The lighter was found with glee.
"The world is big and I am small,
The world is too deaf for my call.
The world is cruel and turned away,
The world is cold and has to pay!"
Like ice the darkened walls did glisten
On the floor there was a lake.
The last canister soon was empty
And the pale hand did not shake.
With a soft hiss the flame's brought to life.
It stretched and began to dance.
A hand tried touching it tenderly
Staring eyes entered a trance.
"The world is big and I was small,
It never did love me at all.
But with you the tables will turn!
But with you my friend, it will burn!"
Wet LeavesThe leaves clung
to their branches for weeks. Yesterday
the wind rattled these old
houses and they flew,
spinning, downwards, to
coat the streets in brilliant hues
that crunched beneath
my eager feet.
This morning, rain fell. The
once-a-year magic turned to technicolour
frustrating in its brilliance,
but at least the clouds
and invited me to glower
back at them, apologetic for the
loss and the pain they had
caused in their powerful glee.
We were at a stalemate, glower
I did, and they
were sorry and knew that I
knew, but would not apologize. They simply
and allowed me to scold them, tolerant
of this strange girl
taking their actions
"It's our nature" they wailed, and
burst, pounding me, crushing me
into a scarlet maple leaf.
RainRain trickles down my window pane
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
And we say goodbye to the remnants of the vanishing rain
OHe touches me as if I may break
breath on my neck, hesitant
touching his lips to my skin
whispering pleasure into my pores
I beg for breath with starving lungs
exhaling sigh after sigh
spine curves with a purr
my arms tremble around him
He looks at me as if I am heaven
gaze dancing across my body
dragging desperation into my limbs
fingers finding places to worship
I am ablaze
my mouth singing against each inch
of his flesh that will listen
until his body is deaf with longing
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine
Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears
Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home
I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes
Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…
Without MeThe sun will always shine
So will the moon and all the stars at night
The birds will still call
Dancing in ballrooms at incredible heights
In autumn, the leaves will turn
And inevitably fall
Spring flowers will bloom
Even if my life ends too soon
There will be other days
There will be other days
Winter will only mourn for summer rays
And oh, there will be other days
Sometimes I WishSometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how we would sit up in your bedroom and giggle in hushed voices,
Or forget how when you'd come over to my house we'd share secrets and wishes.
I wish I could forget how you'd tell me that I was beautiful, when really the beauty was always in you.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about all of our inside jokes, and how we spoke.
Or forget how I told you all my secrets and let you see everything in me.
I wish I could forget how much you knew.
Sometimes I wish I could forget.
Forget about how you'd always tell me that you wished you were better.
Or forget about how I always said that you were perfect,
I wish I could forget that to you, perfection wasn't good enough.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how the day you told me, my heart shattered for you.
Or forget about how it didn't come as a surprise to me.
I wish I could forget how our story ended.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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