another unwantedby the light of a dying dayi retreatas unhappily as my heart could beat,as breaths could sing,Did I ever choose?I think not.just give a hushed "oh well."seal it with am a gic s p ell,you're justANOTHERt a l e totell?
Do YouRestlessness Thy eyes see no polished diamondJust thy swollen fallacies
IllusionIridescent illusions fleeting across a crumbling path,as trembling hands sewwhat is left ofa lovely visage.Imminent disastersthat send the worldfalling to its knees,as the backdrop of the universebends against the willof its god,and the fear-stricken childrenof this realm are demolishedupon swimming in never-ending flowsof hate and ignorance.Open your eyes,all that seems to be beneficialto your rotting human existence,will drain you of your will to live.Your body, like the discards of a dull recordon a lifeless day,will be disposed oflike the waste of flesh that it is.
WaitI have to take a second look,delve into the past that has shaped the sufferings of my mind,I stepped on the shards of the mirror,my blood covers the floor.I realize that I am barefoot, that I am not breathing.Who is this?A scar sits upon my chest, from where I attemptedto pierce my lungs,but the few tears I criedwere those of happiness.What have I become?I am confused,all the papers have been scattered, and I searchfor the one that bears the truth,as soon as the building is set to flames.I inhale the smoke.Too familiar of a feeling.
HazinessHaziness of the lights, blurred visionbreath shortened to weak rasps,hands frail, the weapon is dropped,and into the room the rest run.Faces looming above, they stare you down,eyes filled with fight, tears falling,cries echoing,echoing,echoing in the chambers of my mind.Go away.Cloth to neck,panic and fury,our eyes meet.Slight smile, clothing is colored bright.Final sight of your lips, and darkness floods,as faint sirens screechin the distance.
You and ILingering through my dreams,Grasping my hand,in a gentle dance,across the field of swaying flowers.Holding you close,embracing against the shine of the sun,soothed by the touch of the wind.And laying in the rain,just you and I,hoping to be yours till the end of time.I close my eyes,and hopetill the beating of the rainceases.
I Love YouI love you more than anythingmore than anyone,I'll miss you more than I miss anything,even the bliss that I had lostI want you more than my hidden desiresthat tug at my aching heartBut it seems that you have ran off,out of my arms,and out of sightAnd I'm sorryfor saying all the wrong words,and being all the wrong things.I love youso even if you don't come back,my love will forever be for no one but you.
To Whom it Doesn't ConcernHello.I've truly realized how none of you care.You act as if you do, but in the end, you are concerned with no one but yourselves.I had never asked for much. A simple kindness was worth too much to give, it seems, but I understand.I wasn't the person you were looking to give it to.I learned that I've never wanted to be.Never wanted to breathe, never wanted to live.Mostly because, there is nothing worth living for, not even myself.Why must I suffer? Why do I let myself face this agony and this pain?You say that this is selfish, because it'll only inflict pain upon others, but there'll be none.Because you don't care.It is selfish of you to degrade me for wanting release, for letting me crumble and wither away.But you don't care.You're just like everyone else. And hopefully you will suffer just as much as I have to.It's unbearable. It's indescribable.It's consumed me.I've turned into this monster.And it's time that I rid the world of it.Farewell.
I don't careI no longer careIt's just a mere wound,just another drop of blood,and just a little sob.It becomes routine,part of the coldness of your hearts.Please tell me why God has chosen meto live on this planet.Somberly, along this oppressive path.I wanted nothing.And you got everything.
to cry and be heldhe's awake and he's cold and he'scrying in my arms, whispering songssinging the sound of the rain into my eartears are falling on our cheeksour skin swallowing the waterwe are naked and calmbeneath the cinnamon treeour skin cracking as its leaves land in our hairholding dry leaves in our handsholding them to our heartshe's kissing my shoulderthe wind blowing my haironto his spinemy skin is bruised and coldbut he holds me as my eyes cryinto his heart, soaking the leavesour bodies drifting and fadinginto sleep, the leaves awakeningour skin cold and dry- the leaves aliveif the leaves were our heartsblowing in and out of the windlanding in our lover's hairsoaking up our lover's tearsfalling asleep and awakeningwith the seasons
he made me cry long hoursI think the man who openedthe Starbucks door for me todayknew that I was broken. I think,as he rushed to get the doorbefore I got there, he knewmy arms would snap off if I triedto open it myself. I think he sawsomething crooked behind mystraight teeth. I think cryingis my job and a day without bawlingmy eyes out is a fucking holiday.just so you know, I've learned howlove works: it's you doing nothingand that meaning everything to me;it's me doing everything and thatmeaning nothing to you. we're broken,you know. like a song on repeat, I've triedcountless times to fix us. I even volunteeredto be a janitor to sweep up all the pieces.but I can't fix something that you broke. sowill you just leave me alone already? I'm not-look closely, I have 34 syllables just for you:my lips can't speak soI settle with the open-ing of hips instead.I am begging youto please be careful when youpull off my tight pants.I have mailed the notes-to-selfto my eye sockets, the ones tha
Simdi Bir Yerlerde"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDEŞimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlarŞimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyorSazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyorKumsallarda toprağa değiyor ayGüneşin hatırasına sarılıyorDalgalanıyor kumsalÇoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyorŞimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyorKimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyorMandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor ineklerÇeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesiDerinlerinde tane tane incilerDerinlerinde yeşillerDerinlerinde bir tok toprakÇeltiklere varamayan sularDoyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanlarıKovana dolar gibiŞehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıklarıBu
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presenceTo be your maladySo fragile in essenceWith vulnerabilityThe last of the lettersHas finally been sentNo newspaper cuttingsJust these feelings to ventAlone in my abodeAt the dining room tableI relinquish romanceTo the realms of fableThe time of no replyHolds sway over my lifeFork for food, spoon for sauceRedundant is my knifeArrogant ignoranceHave you forgot my nameWatch from your widow's walkAs you drench me in shameOut to sea, out of sightYou cast my memoryI'll run aground on the shoresOf your inequity
IgnoranceBroken dreams, a shallow heart,Wings of innocence torn apart,Caught in a moment, but out of time,Lifes a song that just doesnt rhyme,Selfish wants, puritys destruction,Snared in the wildfire of needy seduction,National suicide, greed became lust,Having to lie in order to trust,Nightmare, wide awake,Watching society burn at the stake,Shattered faith, gone with yesterday,Back before love was a cliché,Light inverted, shadows lead,Growth is faster with a tainted seed,Destiny, approaching fast,In a race where all come last,Apparitions, icy chills,Blaming ghosts for making the kills,Breaking silence, whispering screams,Accepting everything as it first seems,Ignorance, we brought this on,Then were surprised when all hope was gone.
You make me cry. : Why?You make me smile,You make me laugh,You make me cry.I make you cry?Yes, you do.Why?Because of my heart.Does it hurt?It weighs me down everyday.Then why acknowledge me?Because it's full of love for you.
MorphineMy tongue swells like a gallowsand sticks to the roof ofmy mouth each time I say deliverance.The doctor says it is onlytemporary and that I willget over it in time.Some mornings I wake up as apoet - a random man of bonesand meat, clattering down thesidewalks, hardly breathingand afraid to move too quickly.Once I fried an egg on the batteryof my car because I wanted tosee the summer heat rise uplike angels and tangle in thepower lines, knowing I am God's annointed.The nurse says it's ridiculous,that I should know betterthat morphine will not kill meand I can still step on crackswithout the world slipping throughbut I won't get caught like last timebecause crucifixion is a bitchand I have nothing leftinside my pocketsfor you to taste.
everyday, every night, all...in preparing a heartfor the vast expanses of americabe sure to schedule disappointments earlyso as to leave endingsopenfor bitter defeatbe a firm believerin the healing power of laughterthis makes trying to stiflethe unavoidable giggles that occurwhen considering the ironyof your own demisea lot more funwe're makingfailure romantic againwe're takingwhat we're givingand completing the circlewith ourselveswhen truly taking the timeto find yourselfbe sure you've filled outthe proper formsyou'd hate to find yourselfangry orworse yetfalling asleepeyes blurryand just one more line to goit's something like infinity(...dot...dot...dot)if it's enough to make you angryit's enough to make youit's enoughandit all comes downto proper planning
ten things i miss about us.10.i miss you hugging me and holding me tight to your body. the way you read over my shoulder and how you would pull one million hot air balloon strings just to sit next to me in class.09.i miss the way you would smile at me.08.i miss how when i came to class crying you would ask me whats wrong and i knew that you actually cared. the concern in your eyes took me where i knew i wanted to be.07.the way your eyes would shine when i walked into the room.06.i miss talking about the future us. how you were going to ask me out to dinner one day and how you never wanted to let me go.05.the way you smelled so good you could taste it. just so you know, you tasted like sunsets and skyscraper mountains and beautiful unbroken dreams.04.i miss the text message you sent me at quarter past one. my mom told me it was too late to be texting but i didn't care, because that was the night you told me i was beautiful.03.i miss the games of twenty questions. sometimes they were over the line b
The Time Has ComeThe time has come.I've preparedI've listenedI've ponderedI know thatmy choices are limited.Don't stop me, your efforts are futileThis is how the story ends.Goodbye.