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In a being as white as snow,
Purity and softness in one single glance.
Devoured by a burning desire,
This single feeling you seek to know.
Under your finger tips,
The feeling of velvet flesh,
Imprinting in your memory.
This short story you'll feed on,
Over and over again,
Until, at last,
Pushed in a corridor of flaming extrasy
Entangled minds, one common vision
That will always remain,
Untouched and perfect.
And you will open your eyes,
and abandon yourself
For I offer you what you have been longing for.
Only you will understand my vows,
For we share one mind,
One similiar path,
Tainted by moments of darkness,
But in the end,
I cherish the thought of a path you'll guide me through,
A path as white as snow
Chaste and swift is the tremendous desire,
Echoing in the vast spheres of your mind.
Mementos of pure agony and pleasure,
Giving the perfect exultation to your destination.
Raising your hands at the confusion of a crowd,
Cursing at emptiness and fear, shelter of destruction.
Banishing the bearers of shadows
Growing, like the roots towards its beloved river.
The land of sinful saints and sharp surrenders,
Giving life to the wonder of a delicious existence,
The price that will forever be yours,
The oasis of a long lost castaway.
As you make amend of what you left behind,
As the pain of the race vanishes under your feet,
Letting the balm of the Utopia you created,
Chase the shadows of unfulfilled desires.
Pure parcel of life you swallow slowly,
As the honey of success fills your lungs,
Breathing golden fields of light and paradise,
Roaring in cadence with the call of fire.
There was a time,
A time where my thoughts were flowing,
Dripping in a river of dreams,
As clear as the water,
As vivacious as the torrent.
A time when my smiles were true,
Unbroken by words of sorrows,
Bright and warm as a living light.
I've lived in times were men would sing,
An harmony of hopes,
A symphony of life.
They made promises that soon went blank,
And my smiles perished with them,
Laughter covered by a ravaging anguish.
But the dreams, I've seen them from afar,
Therefore I will keep running,
Before this time goes by.
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,
The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.
The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,
The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,
The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.
My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,
My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.
I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,
I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore,
The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.
And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.
For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.
And for those who kept on denying me the sword,
Hear me roar and defy your mockery
For I am the Fighter you created between your perverted palms.
Once moreKneeling on the edge of a glorious creek,
A crystal river dying on my flushing cheek,
The guilt of a brief yet apprised pleasure,
Perch on the ecstasy of a sole measure,
Long lost, forgotten lore,
That I seek to bestow upon thee, once more.
The vibrant roar of an honest attraction,
Our pounding flesh, tribute of a disastrous deception,
I need, I long and yet I shun from thee
From those irresistible simpers of malicious glee,
Misleading moments of artless affection,
The undeniable charms of your evil expression.
Because our parity shall never exist,
For those breathing pure insanity persist,
On a road where softness of words is meant only to sting,
The sweet lie with which chaos you bring.
Masochistic I am, for your passion still I will seek,
Forever kneeling on the edge of a glorious creek.
RevengeI lived to create,
Surely covering the disturbance of a darkening state,
Painting a world of jewels and ravishing tones,
The smoldering pain that turned my heart into stones.
Forgotten realm of hopes to which I was accustom
I seek the echo of a pale but cheerful phantom,
Floating in the meadow of glistening memories,
Chasing the clouds in the sanctum of your worries.
Letting me squeal and moan like one of your creatures
Ravaging angst, mother of all raptures,
You trapped me in your cristal cage,
Reviving the vivid flow of my flaming rage.
I now seek to rip, to claw, to destroy,
Yet I will embrace the mercy I will deploy
Restraining myself to burn it all to the ground
To entangle my being with this strenght that I found.
BlightAnd there I was, drained of lucidity,
Succumbing to the symphony of a tantalizing night,
Craving for dreams of radiant serenity,
Revering the splendors of an overwhelming light.
This cursed yet apprised lie living in lethargy,
A blight of wonders, of soon fading memories,
Paragons of desire and scandalizing energy,
Untouchable charms they sought over centuries.
And I see them, yet I see them not,
For dreaming is a blight surely made by the Gods.
But is it all to have them in profound aversion
Since existence remains bitter stillness
Ravaging morosity and constant deception,
Unchanging reality, rotting in the core of faint happiness.
But these illusions as they so call it,
These sparks of fantasy we all cling to like a sole breeze,
Are the remains of a land born within a blissful spirit,
That adored and lived for these rare sprees.
And I see them, yet I see them not,
For dreaming is a blight surely made by the Gods.
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God,
Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,
covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,
The static pulse of cheering in his ears,
Those who feared and hid for so long,
Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,
As he rejoices for his well deserved faith
Let if evolve, let it pray
Then let it burn, let it drag
The birth of a tyrant,
The one who carried their world on his shoulders,
Adored for a day, massacred the next,
Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,
The praises they sang for his simple breaths
Crushed under their unworthy, viscous words,
Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.
The death of a story,
And another will sit on his golden throne,
Drowning in the love of those he once fed,
He will stand, and build and share,
Until another giant enters the arena.
This is how Gods live and die,
This is the circle that will forever remain.
And they will live through the pages,
Teaching us their sordid lessons of humility.
But history is eagerly forgott
How Dare You?How Dare you suck out the strength in my limbs?
How Dare you distract me in lectures with a look,
A flicker of interest?
How Dare you smile knowingly at me, as broadly
As the ocean?
How Dare you know I'd do anything for you?
How Dare you wring my heart in my chest ruthlessly,
And make my cheeks burn?
How Dare you call my name, your tongue tethering to it
As if it were your own?
How Dare you?
How Dare you entice my ears with your jokes, your laugh? "You get to hear my
Droning voce," you say as you glance my way.
How Dare you twist my emotions into a salad of anxiety
How Dare you holster down that which is savage
How Dare you?
I don't need you.
Your voice rings mute in my ears.
I am not hypnotized by your cerulean gaze.
I am my own creature,
I do not yearn for your consent,
I am my own creature,
I don't desire your praise.
So, How Dare you?
How Dare you invade my mind, coiling
In every dream, every thought?
How dare you spur my lungs into failure,
You and I are differentYou and I are different.
Not from each other,
But from everyone else.
They can't say we're just kids,
Because we're not.
Have we ever been kids?
We're not problematic,
Not troublesome, though
People might think of us as.
The difficulty to comprehend
Transcends even us.
I don't understand you.
You don't understand me.
All by the reason we don't understand ourselves.
There's a soul,
A heart maybe.
There are thoughts roaming,
Inside our minds, rampaging,
And only at night, staring at the skies,
Do we lose control
And they spring free.
To a point where the interior
We appear to search for something,
The question always present
As a certainty; for what?
You should not miss something you've never owned.
Is that to mean we've had it,
And it became detached along our life?
It's so because we see it
In everyone's grasp,
But somehow it's escaped us.
And we can't tell wha
SometimesSometimes I just want to stab myself,
With a thousand tiny needles,
Until I go numb.
Sometimes I want to to leave,
Just for a while,
Until I'm safe.
You always need me to be there for you,
But when I need you,
Liquid TruthI tried
Oh god I tried
The colors mixing into one
Confused and flailing in my desperation
A castophany of color and sound
Blinded by my desire to be
Blinded by my hopes for me
I had promised you all of my love
My heart, beaten down by my rejection
The truth found only in my tears
Tears I would not shed in front of you
My spine, snapped at the base
Would not hold you up
Nor would it hold me
But I tried
Tried to hold you in
And as the palpitations tore open my chest
And as my pride ate away at my insides
I let you go
Oh god I tried!
And now the truth comes out
Forever Broken"Forever Broken"
Why the sudden wall?
Why is everyone pushing me away?
What did I do wrong?
I'm feeling more alone than before.
No one is really talking to me.
Only certain times at school.
Why does my friends not want me to worry?
Why must you push me away?
You both are my best friends.
You both know you are important to me.
So why are you barely talking to me?
I am always trying to talk to people,
Because they never talk to me first.
Being all alone is not fun.
I miss having someone to call my own.
Isaac, I miss you.
I wonder everyday when you will be back.
But if this goes on like it is...
Then will I ever talk to you again?
A girl can only wait for so long.
Yes, I love Isaac,
But it is worth the pain?
I don't think it is..
Everyday I am living alone,
Is another day full of pain.
So why must I suffer the feeling of loneliness?
I share this fear with many others.
When it comes down to it..
I have friends and family.
The only thing I lack is someone to hold me.
Just A PoetI never realized I cared so much
about what other people thought
I always thought I wrote
because it gave me the outlet that I sought
Was I not writing to vent out
wasn't every word that I thought out
meant to fight the urge I had to shout
Wasn't that what this was all about
When did losing fans
start to inflict in me this doubt
Wasn't this pen
meant to be my voice
a crescendo of agonizing screams
heard without making a noise
No. Its more than just my voice
It was meant to live a dream
When pain molds into beauty
And starts to fix a broken self-esteem
But when people cheer your name
it starts getting to your head
I forgot to write for me
and wrote for them instead
But that wasn't me
so it all came crashing to the ground
I asked myself why I was writing
but there was no answer to be found
Losing sight of who I was
Or the reason I was crowned
started feeling insecurity
In the darkness where I was left to drown
This pen fits perfectly inside my hand
Its still linked to my heart
and has to
Am I Really Okay?They all want to know
If I am okay
Do they really want to know
Should I really say?
Should I tell them the truth?
That I'm not okay
That I cry every night
And hate every day
That I just see no light
That it's me I despise
That I'm a very sick person
Behind my disguise
Or should I tell them
That I don't ever cry
That I do see hope
That it's not a lie
They don't need
To be concerned
About me at all
And why my heart burns
AddictionIt is not an addiction.
I can stop anytime I wish.
I just need it in order to get though a tough day.
I need it to make my pain go away
And to feel the numbness I wish I had.
I did not crave for it, like a smoker craves for a cigarette
Like an expecting mother craves for pickles and ice cream
Or like a young child craves for its parents attention.
I do not crave or need it, it's my free will to take them.
I can control myself.
I remember the pain that I have felt
And the numbness shall take the pain away.
I pour myself a glass
And go to the cabinet with quiet steps
Wishing not to wake up my sleeping family.
I know they have been noticing the pills decrease in number
But they do not understand why.
There 35 pills left in one bottle
In a second I could drown them all.
I take 3 instead of all, to save my family the trouble
Telling myself quietly,
"'It's not an addiction."
As I drown my sorrow with a glass of vodka and a pills.
This Is How We Get ByWhy do we hurt ourselves so much?
I destroy myself with thoughts, you mark yourself with cuts.
And there are so many reasons,
But no one seems to listen.
So we laugh,
And we count the reasons why.
We all have our own way of getting by.
Sometimes life is such a struggle,
We rarely get left alone, but we're still such lonely people.
And we're addicted to our own sadness;
Pain is the new happiness.
So we get drunk,
We get stoned,
And we build ourselves new homes.
We all have our own way of feeling grown.
No matter how hard you push me away,
I'll keep holding on tighter, and I hope you do the same.
'Cause I know life can be hard,
When we still don't know who we are.
So we give in,
We don't complain,
And we try to live each day.
We all have our own way of being okay.
HollowI'm hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excrutating morosity.
Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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