Here We AreAnd here I stand again,whispering words I knowthat she will never hear:It's drowned out by ashriveling darkness of wordsso harsh and broken.When I speak of beauty,she hears shouts of emptiness.When I whisper love,she only finds hatred
daylight starsalways where you need to beglittering sunshine into winter woodsand breathing summer into autumn daysalways where i wish i werewaiting on a dawnlight never comes never comes never comesalways right here where my heartwisheswisheswishes she could bein the midst of daylightstars
Starlit DreamStarlight dancerOn the moonbright windowsill,with delicate lace-tendrilstwined against her tender frame.Whispers of moonlightfloat across her eyes,smothering the sunsetamidst her frosted gaze.She hears the soundOf sundown and sunrise,amidst the colors inher tired eyes.ballerinas pirouette their illusionsto nature's lightening strike,beneath her ebony, shadow sky,with shooting stars spelling dreams.Dreams of words and colors,and whispers of wonder.with hollow gems of tear-waterwrapping around her cheekbone.her dreams are slipping away.
dreamcolordreams are just the pigmentin which reality is painted
Truth Is What You'll Findthe truth is, i never really know.i don't know what i'm feeling,or why my heart skips three beatswhen she walks down hallwaysthat i've never even seen.the truth is, that somedays ifeel like i'm holding air,bottling feelings till they explode.whispering secrets to the night skyand wishing i could feel.i don't know what i'm not saying,and i wish that i could hold her.but that can't happen. it's not possible.i can't be there when the sun sets;all this fear is seeping outof the wholes that i thoughti closed up so very long ago.and i don't know what to think.the truth is: i don't knowthe secret is: i wish i didyou wanted the truth, sothe truth is what you'll find.
When You're GoneWhen you're gone...I'd hold the wind if I thoughtThat it would bring you back.I'd drink the sky in hopesthe stars could shinea little brighter,to lead you home
Washed in BloodWashed in bloodwill you ever be set free,Of pain so greatin your bitter heart?Wishing and waitingSomeday to findThat your Justiceis done.I'm not sayingthat what he didis right!But was I?Were you?Is anyone?NoWe have tonguesLike vipers,Hands of Ironand Fists of steel.Words now softand ever pleasing to the earare turned to Poisonin the whispers ofHatred and DespairSmack went the Hammer,As Thunk went the Nail.It was my hand, your hand, Our handsThat drove it home.
Maybe I'm Dreamingmaybe i'm dreaming,but if i'm dreaming of youthen why should i care?
Just LettersBut I'm just letters,That you'll never see.I'm just words typedOn a blank screen,The shining bright whiteStaring back at me.Numbers dialing nowhereWon't reach me,And whispered "iloveyous"On the radio signalCan't reach intoThe Faraday cage thatI call my heart.Cause I'm just a deaf man,Lying on the backstreet,Hoping there is no oneMistaking me for dead:But you've knownThat's all I am inside.
Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughtsand wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.i still remember those starlit nightskiesand whispered iloveyous found beatenon the corners of broken curbs.i can't escape these thoughtsideaswordsthat shine from your moonlight eyes:i am whispered conversations in a smile.
Starshine Reflectionsreflection and starshinehold an invisible beauty.whispers locked upin the ringlet wavespaint wonders in imagesthat we'll never see againreflection has aninvisible camera markedby moonstruck stonesand bright bright stars.The surface of thewater is her film.sunlight on the riverand moonlight in her eyes:all the light i'll ever need.
Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,The yesterday you never knew.Let the skies wash away in loneliness,And the air breathe with your heart.Remember tomorrow as you moveThrough the days gone by,And dance with the bitter joyThat comes when yesterday was tomorrow.Today is the moment,Eternity stretched acrossThe singularity of time.It's never ceasing, and ever present,Yet always never here.Fleeting faster than the light,And dancing more joyouslyThan we ever could.So...Tell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,The yesterday you never knew.
Nightdreams and DaymaresWell if you're just a daydream,I guess I'm dreaming of you.And maybe I'm not a nightmareafterall. Maybe I'm a nightdream.But I guess that makes you something else.You'd just be a daymare.
What will he hear?when whispers from her lipsreach heavy laden ears withsecret words and secret hearts:What will he hear?
I imagined me with youeven if i deserved a happy ending, yours is far more beautiful than i could ever have.and though i'd love you to be my warm sunshine, i know that i could never hold on to you.so i guess that means all i've got left are these forgetfuls to remember
The Letter Ggwe understand gravitybut we dare not fathomthe emptinessof the human heart.desire (greed)pleasure (gluttony)fulfullment (gratification)all of this wehave declared good.but what is this good,except a shadowof what we cannot grasp?What is the source of true goodness?
Sonnet II - CollabWe just can't stop, won't stop, don't stop running:though amidst the tempest warning glares seek.Only to be stopped by stars so stunning;Imps watching, hungry for her heart's deceit.Gauzed with trepidation, our Angel falls:ringlets resting amongst autumn-kiss leaves.A voice, singing soft, while her small heart callsamidst this silent lovely autumn breeze.Her Hallowed voice rung through desolate fields:through the vacant blossoms and empty blooms.Hear this moonlight, it shall be not a shieldamong this darkness, among this dark gloom.Pump her heart once; it cannot beat alone,her binding tethers loose; now, may she roam.
Lost Hearts - Collabdear journal,i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.Dear boy with ice for blood,Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her.It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash.I couldn't hold her back. I'm sorry.dear journal,don't tell me that! i need to believe that i can wake up and she'll be here. it's all that keeps my blood thawed enough to breathe. i wish.... i don't know. i never know what i want. it's not fair. maybe someday these words will bring he
Do You Know Why A Star Falls?Do you know why a star falls?That is a star that has given up in defeatA star that could not out sparkle your eyesA star that knows greater beauty when it sees itAnd the sun rises each morningIn a failed attempt to outshine your smileOut glow the warmth of your generous heartBut rests each night for it's no match to your soulAnd gravity is forever unhaltingBecause the earth, like me, is selfishSo selfish as to be craving your presenceBut earth, alone, never enough to keep you hereBut do you know why it rains?Each droplet is one wish I made for youOne drop for each ache of this longing heartFor every tear shed and every feeling left unspokenAnd the world continues turningEvery rotation one more beat of my heartA heart that is silent for everyone else but youYou, alone, the one person it has chosen to beat forAnd time will never endBecause, like my love, it knows no boundariesIt does not stop, die, nor will it ever fade awayAs time is undying, my love for you wi
plansI want to moveto MiamisipCuban coffeescream loveat the raftersmake thisthe beginningof every new poemI want to painta portraitof a mancovered in rabbitsI will call it'man covered in rabbits'(it will revolutionize the art world)I want towant toneed tobreathe andleave things bewhen I believeI needthe thingsI wantbefore they're leaving
maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrowShe was cute, funny, and timid; sitting three rows behind him; never speaking; laughing at his innocent clumsiness. By the subtle glances he thought they exchanged, he knew she was something special. She captivated his sorrowed tongue, deleted the salt from his spellbound eyes, evaporated the polluted puddle careening in his train-wrecked past, and he didnt even know her name.You see, his previous infatuation wasted a year from his already-dwindling life, and his tolerance for heartache increased with every reminder of his infected memory. He tamed nostalgia with painkillers and poetry, remedied struggles with futures feigned optimism, but thats not what this story is about; no, this story is about him, her, and the mutual words they could have, should have, ought to, but never bothered to say.--He was dorky, self-conscious, and timid; sitting three rows in front of her; always dreaming; blushing at his casual embarras
to err is to learn is to love:i'll be your spelllcheck,if you keep making mistakesyou want me to fix.
i maybe should've told you.i maybe should've told you that a day hasn't gone by since january that i haven't thought about you. maybe i should've told you that when you stopped talking it also meant you stopped caring.maybe i should've told you about the time when i cried myself to sleep. maybe i should have told you that i really do feel strongly about you.maybe i didn't tell you that no one likes you but me. maybe i should tell you that i didn't care, because you often make me happy. maybe i forgot to tell you that sometimes i can't sleep at night because i'm too busy trying to forget remembering you.maybe i should tell you that i haven't breathed in a while. maybe i should tell you that this seems imaginary sometimes.i maybe forgot to tell you that i only care what you think. maybe i forgot to tell you that i once thought i loved you, but i'm not ready for that kind of commitment.maybe i should've told you that as naive and tainted as you are you enchant me. maybe i should say that you slowly killed me a
the end of forever.i don't know what to tell you.i could tell you that i'm sorry, but that wouldn't change that i didn't do anything wrong.i could tell you that i miss you, but that would just give you another opportunity to break my heart.i could tell you that you're being stupid and immature and selfish and hypocritical, but my opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.because we both know that no matter what i do, no matter what i say, i'm still going to end up being the one crying myself to sleep at night while you're dreaming happily of chains being cut and being set free.i am sorry for something.i'm sorry i was such a burden to you, i'm sorry you had to force yourself for me. i'm sorry i smothered you. i'm sorry i couldn't accept you for you. i'm sorry i was constantly using the things i did for you against you and i'm sorry i kept showing you my thoughtless side instead of the one you really liked about me. just because you can accept my flaws doesn't mean that it's okay for me to have them.i
turn your back to the treesannie,i have no one else towrite to. i am ever-so-sorrybut bleeding words from betweencongealing eyelashes.today, sheunderstood me.God, i didn't even want tobend backher fingerstil they broke.annie, i just wanted to cry for her and the birch trees.i felt so scaredand was i stillalive? i wish shewere wrong but shecouldn't be, she knewbut he didn't,he didn't knowhow to feel.i just love him,annie, i do.i am sitting on a toadstool,that's howludicrous i feel.i catch fire to the woodswith the redradiating frommy cheeks.annie,i am so afraidall the time and i thinki have burnt myhouse to a pool ofcinders and kindle-wood.i forget the wateris boiling next to acloth until the tea kettlescreams and theceiling's oak-stainedbeams lie by my ankles.i am terrified withevery breath i take,anniebut i know inthe way my heartis still beating,i cannot bear to cryfor her anymore.love always.
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child. (and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet. (and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore. (because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.charlotte's first b
Summer RainDancing on jade grass,Breathing in warm summer rain:Melting under sky
The Letter Nnnightsky dreams andnever spoken whispers:the many meaningsattached to peopleplacesthings.echoes of wisdomfound in the emptinessbetween the stars:beginnings of a definitionof who someone ought to be.Is there any power in a name?
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