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Lost RoadI walked alone for too long.
The air tastes stale and dries my lips.
The future puts its weight on me.
It feels heavy enough to sink ship.
I’ve never liked winter.
It’s always been too cold for my liking.
A catalyst for dark thoughts.
A catalyst for lonely days.
But I never let it get to me.
I always walked on
With close ones always walking behind me.
At times they seem out of sight.
At times I could almost hold their hands.
I’m always afraid of what will become of me
But music calms me.
Though today it all sounds like white noise.
The frequencies hit my cerebrum as random as my thoughts are born.
I’m just as lost as anybody else.
Wandering these plains.
I don’t belong but I keep walking blindly.
Because it’s the only things I know how to do.
Besides, the only other option is end my journey.
Without ever knowing
What’s beyond the tall grass.
I’ve been told that
This place is dangerous.
We are all alone. Together.
We’re only starting
Scars and AcneI pick at my acne
To try to let out the part of me
I’ve spent so long trying to hide.
Instead, I find myself bleeding.
Left with scars that won’t heal.
Hold Up (3005)Hold up, wait a minute now,
I always want to be alone,
I’m bad at saying the saddest shit,
So I turned off my phone instead of partying.
Friends all around,
But I feel so the opposite.
I replace love with the weirdest shit.
This feelin’ I cannot handle it.
“Girl, I know that you like me,
Girl, I know that you’re lying.”
Girl, I tell myself that to boost my self-confidence.
I just want somebody here when the world ends,
So if I lose my mental
Just take my hand,
Even if you don’t understand.
Things A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 Things a Guy Thinks around His Crush but Will Leave out of Love Poems
My girl is kind of like a unicorn…
‘cause I have the problem of getting so socially awkward around girls
That I scare them as if I was the grudge
Or a mummy
Or a vampire (oh…wait)
This girl is cuter than a panda bear…
And Running through my head is a list of things
That I think around her but probably shouldn't
Things that I couldn’t possibly say to her face
But have no problem telling a bunch of strangers:
Why are you single?
Why are you not single?
You’re not asking her out right now
Don’t shit your pants.
I just shit my pants.
That’s a lovely pair of….
Maybe if I write her a poem,
She’ll fall in love with me.
What’s her name again?
Is she looking at me?
She’s looking at me.
Oh my God, she’s looking at me…
She’s looking at me
She’s talking to th
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes together
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
JourneyListen to this here
Come with me now as we embark on this journey in between
The world of reality and the world made of dreams.
There’s nothing more real than the subconscious mind.
A god-like being guides our way to nirvana. And he’s calling
A black and white screen replaces these 88 keys.
The same ones that gave me the strength to believe.
So have a seat, listen to me rap, you’ll be here a while.
As I tell you a story that I frankly don’t understand.
The waterfall paints a face as vivid as you see me now.
And the water falls to the beat of my heart. A perfect art.
Soon enough, the water is drenched in red. As I see
People hitting their heads with rocks. Then they drop.
It’s a fucked up scene. But I find that I’m laughing.
Once I regain myself, I walk closer and ask why
But no one replies, too busy ending their lives.
So I stand there, helplessly watching the horror.
I don’t tr
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
untitled.the dirt between
running, soles like
humming thunder whisper
hush, but these walls are made of
(i can't hear you).
chest burning, soaring-
past lives mumbling like
a burnt out radio,
you grace the ground with
and your bare feet
brush in the quiet
against the buzz of the earth
in a field of
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
We Did NothingIt wasn't funny.
We looked at each other,
then to the front,
our doe eyes reflecting the neon bright question;
What do we do?
We could hear him,
feel his anguish,
but we did not know what to do.
we did nothing
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
Buried TearsThat one day, I found myself in a room,
People's heads low, and flowers refused to bloom.
Heaven fell from everyone's eyes,
Well, Maybe except for mine,
Either way, I paid my respects that was long overdue,
'Cause I know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.
You traveled to a country that was completely unknown to you,
From China to Canada, man, you made it really far,
On your own, you got an apartment, a job and a car.
To me you'll always be a star.
It tore me, that I couldn't shed any tears,
Did I really love you or was I just faking it here?
You're gone, leaving your wife alone.
I could only imagine how much she cried at home,
'Cause when you were sick, she called mom everyday on the phone.
And on that day, she spoke with an unusually shaky tone.
So the mortician carried your coffin away,
But not before my uncle had something to say,
"He was always a great man" he exclaimed.
Then the time to take you away finally came.
They dug a hole about 10 feet deep,
That's where they'll plac
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