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Take me!He was begging me.
"Take me! Take me!"
"No," I said.
"Oh, but please, Miss!"
Again, I turned him down.
I could feel his scent. Sweet, delicious. Seductive. I shook my head.
"But Miss, I love you!"
"I love you too, my dearest. But I cannot do what you're asking of me. It is wrong" So
"I promise I won't tell anyone"
I could feel my heart beating faster.
"Nobody will ever know. It will be our little secret"
Oh, how I wanted him.
Slowly, I reached out my hand. With two fingers I held him. I led him towards my mouth.
"Yes, miss! Yes! Just a little more now..."
And then, in one quick motion, I put the cookie in my mouth and ate it.
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
PandaDeep inside a forbidden city
I sit, thinking colors are pretty
Every color has its own charm
But how can it cause so much harm?
I resign, safely locked inside the box I know,
I strip myself of colors, I know they're faux
Nothing is left, but the reflection of light
I dip my hands into the opposite of white
Tears running down my cheek, I am rubbing my eyes
They'd all be colorblind, if they took my advice
There would be no tricks for our minds to play
Maybe we could live peacefully, day by day?
NevermoreShovels digging deep
You’re turning in your sleep
They quote the raven “Nevermore”
Moths with wings darker than night
Flapping, creeping, seeking,
always toward the light
In the night they come flying
Hearing the screams of dreams dying
Whisper in your ear
That darkness is your fear
Shovels digging deep
You’re turning in your sleep
They quote the raven “Nevermore”
Your hopes have gone black
You must fight back
The pencil is yours, master painter
Listen, hear their voices grow fainter
This nightmare is yours, paint it red
With their blood for tears they never shed
An empty grave 6 feet deep
You’re smiling in your sleep
You quote the raven “Nevermore”
SpringFlowers and guns walk hand in hand
The truth is now officially banned
In seconds houses are turned to ruins
The rich are proud of their brave doings
Underneath a pile of bricks
Beyond the point of a simple fix
Between frantic screams sounds a small yelp
A civilian's desperate cry for a little help
She hadn't wished for it to be this way
But her life is a small price to pay
For the freedom her country urgently needs
Heroes will be honored for their deeds
A soldier grabs a child's tiny hand
He offers protection, completely unplanned
Another bomb is on its way
He holds her close and they both pray
To different gods indeed,
But equal is the blood they bleed
The greatest sacrifice he gave
For another's life to save
Covering her is a dead man
A tragic failure of a game plan
Corpses lie around her feet
But the bomb attack is not complete
The Sea and the PondThe vast, black sea lies before my feet
Heavy with dark secrets it is bound to keep
It must be crossed, I need to move on, this I know, but how?
If I am to get over before the end of the world I must start now
Too immense to walk around, too deep to cross
I look around myself for help but I am at loss
‘It is but a pond, do not fear something so small’
But for me it is greater than the highest wall
‘What if I could fly,’ I think, ‘High up in the sky?’
Then I look at my feet and ask myself: ‘Do I even dare try?
My feet are too many, my are wings too few
Someone has heard my prayer, perhaps it was you?
An idea in my head, magic is in the air
I start to spin threads of silk, white and fair
I dress myself for my funeral, because I dare
Nothing to lose, if I die, who would care?
And then my old self dies indeed
But I regret nothing, for I am freed
My wings carry me, lift me up into the blue
The sea is just a pond from here, it really was true
Fool meFooling me twice
You melted my heart of ice
But the shame's on me
I was so blind I didn't see
Fuel, fuel, we're out of gas
Obvious, obvious, that's what it was
Our love is dead and gone
And I was terribly wrong
My patience is getting pretty thin
I can feel them crawling under my skin
Cockroaches made of thick, black tar
On your arm is a long, white scar
You used to be my shining star
My one and only, shining star
Now you lie and cheat
You used to be so sweet
It's tearing me up from the inside out
But I cannot yell and I cannot shout
All the crimes you did commit
I hope it was fucking worth it!
Watch me as I slowly walk away
My determination will never sway
Now I want you to see my back clearly
Can't remember why I used to love you so dearly
I don't trust you anymore
My head is aching and my heart is sore
But you fooled me twice
Melted my heart of ice
And the shame's on me
The shame's on me
Story of an Olive TreeFor a thousand years I have stood here
Year by year, bud by bud
I reached toward the sky
I have borne fruit
to the joy of many
but now I am standing here,
Never to feel the sun again,
never to grow another bud
Never shall I bear fruit again
for of me is only ashes left
But I pray that it carries enough
for new seeds to grow
where I once stood
The KeyThere's a key that I've hidden away.
Beneath the trinkets and lace.
I've kept it buried deep.
In hopes no one will find it's hiding place.
It holds treasure.
That's rarely been touched.
I've kept it hidden.
It's been shattered enough.
If by some unusual miracle.
You stumble by it's place of rest.
Hold it safely in your hands.
And never let it go.
MistakesIf every mistake I ever made
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
You Are Not AloneYou are not alone
I see you struggling,
You have no motivation, you are fading,
You feel like you're surrounded by lies,
But I know otherwise,
I need you to think,
Let all your feelings out with ink,
I can really help you,
If you just give me the chance to,
I'm here for you and I shall always be,
You can trust me,
You can't keep on doing this to yourself,
I can't even bare the thought of being by myself,
You are beautiful, you are you,
And I love you,
So please, please don't feel bad,
You're only making me sad,
You are my friend,
And you will be until the very end,
Please feel better,
I'll be here forever.
Hell's AngelAll I need is an angel from hell,
She's the only beauty who can control my desire,
When she breaks the ice and kisses me with fire.
I've been asleep for so long when I return to life,
The cherubim of heaven will hear my soul yell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She'll be my fair lady who will purge my regret,
When she calms the thunder with tears she wept.
I've been lost for all time but now I have no strife,
The seraphim of heaven will ring out an immortal bell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She can do no wrong when all I see is her honesty,
When she slays the wind in those skies of piety.
I've been alone for an eternity now she's my wife,
The children of heaven will curse us: We of minds so fell.
Road of a WandererA wanderer knows no company.
He knows he is too different from other people.
Too much to be able to find a clear place to fit it.
He never allows anyone to accept him.
He never lets anyone in.
He wears the mask he forged for himself.
He migrates, never staying in one place for too long.
He keeps moving forward because whenever he stops, he looks back.
And all he sees is the darkness of his past.
In that darkness exists a shadow.
A shadow of regret.
A shadow he cannot accept.
A shadow that slowly follows along behind him.
He moves forward not because he wants to.
He moves forward because he has to.
He fears that shadow he cannot accept.
He fears it will finally catch up to him.
He fears what will then come next.
From time to time he stops to catch his breath.
He takes a look around, only to see no one left ,right or ahead.
He takes another look back.
Once again the shadow is there.
Slowly catching up.
He stares at it for a moment.
At times like this he cannot help but think it is a mirr
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
No one writes love letters anymoreLetters written with reckless abandon
ink on paper with irrevocable passion
Words and scented paper
in an envelope, in your hands.
a special surprise, meant for your eyes
Stained with tears and so much want
Forever to be treasured and fade with age
Torn up in heated moments, clasped in desperate times
This is no more
What is this?
Love is a notification
A ringtone, something that needs usernames
a password, but not breathed secretly on lips.
Love is a status
on your wall
Will they ''like'' it
retweet, bbm, direct message
This intense romance
Nothing will stop this love
except perhaps a bad internet connection
Can be disconnected with a rooter
What is the emoticon for undying love?
Our love is in the recycling bin.
A Night By The OceanThat night by the ocean I stood outside and wept,
For the impermanence of the waves washing against the sand
And the fleeting silver in the sky,
Salt water stinging my bruised and bloodied feet
And pricking at my scraped, raw knees,
As if to push under my skin and erode the sugary fear lacing my bones.
That night by the ocean I stood with my back to the city lights,
On my own small island in the middle of a crashing, roaring mass of humanity.
The water rushed in and tugged at my toes,
Seeking to overpower the strength of my sadness and the subtle slip of consciousness.
When the clock struck midnight I let it pull me under, gasping one last time
And disappearing under a body so vast, so capable of smothering everything but heaven,
Which already had a firm grasp on my almost-arrested heart,
Still rooted beneath a grave of sorrow.
That night by the ocean I stood in the rising tide,
Contemplating dancing over the waves and slipping away from my cage made of iron.
Soaked from head to toe, I
Above ground, but buried
I'm biting my nails until I bleed
Trapped in a cage of steel
Let me out, let me feel
Vanity will be the death of me
Only when I pass I will be free
I'm not alone, what we produce appeal
I beg you, let me out, let me feel
Euthanize me, before I'm skinned alive
I chew my hands, I will never survive
Nothing but a product of consumption
Who will stand with me in objection?
I'm sore, I'm aching
Amputated, bones breaking
I'm a silver fox
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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