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Experience is Everything and NothingEverything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Let Go Hold OnEverything that matters or should matter let it goEvery person that ever loved you or will love you let them goEvery dream or wish you've ever had let them all goEvery wrong you never corrected just let goEvery hurt you ever felt or will know let them goEvery joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all
goGiving up is easyBut holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care forIs what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
All of These ChangesIt was a big day and a little day.Something's didn't really change at all,and something's changed very little,and something's changed in a really big way...but all of these changesare for right now temporary until things change again.To put it any simpler than this, changes were madeand changes for right now were made...but to just call them changes would be best then tocall them good or bad changes at all.I suppose that there's many positive ways at looking at today,but for right now the best thing that could be said about today is thatit's over and tomorrow looks much more hopeful than today had managed to be.
Master The ImpossibleMaster The ImpossiblePay complete attention to nothingand pay no attention to everything.And if you can do both at the same time,then you've managed to master the impossible.
skinny lovegave into skinny lovesneaking shy smilestrying his best not tokiss her wine-stained lips…& myhow she makes you happygive her more to drinkhow she loves her rum & cokeand she’d really like to dancewhile he’s never soberfrom her sweet lovestill in skinny lovewaiting to hold hertrying not tolook into her eyesthey’re too lovely…& myoh how you make her smilejust a little more to drinkalways has rum & coke to sparenever unsoberfrom her sweet, sweetskinny love.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldto slice through the thickestof scar tissue this evening.Let all my inner demonsfall to the floor& write them outin my own black blood.It’s not red anymore,even though needles& the bruiseslaid out like war-landson my armssay otherwise.I don’t think it ever was,honestly.Therapeutic,they said.My mind is a messof free versed insecurities,cat’s eye marbles,& untamed forest fires-but,I still don’t have the nerveto slice open my skin& bleed for her.
United, We WriteHear me read it0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
the heart of a quiet girlbrown skin matches such raven hair& so it hangs frail like autumn leavesshe drips sorrow holdingviolet felt cosmos in her eyescarries herself so stiff& some wonder why she is so quiet(for that is her strongest sound)
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,i have thissudden urge to cutmy hair.most of the time,i just wish I were anythingother than me.a rocket ship, a bird-the sweet flavored smokeI promised my girlfriendthese briar patch lungswould not in.hale.instead,i have fallen in lovewith the strangest of things-eyes that intimidategodless boys.the way my scarsplay hide and seekwith her hands. -the love lettersthat start and endwith kissespressed against limbs.i make promisesi know i can not keep.but if i were a liari would say i was tiredof writing to the stars.
when i had seasons in little handsto dance without the patter of rainwas the summer within its sun to holdcrept in a song of stars
HateI hate youbecause I love youI hate youbecause you were my friendI hate youbecause I trusted youI hate youbecause you leftI hate myselfFor letting you go
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,bury your fairy godmother.it's time for you to grow up now, you'reno peter pan.forget never never land.stars are just burning balls of gas that areslowly running out of time- they can'thear your wishes.cast aside your dr. seuss books like you willlater cast aside your bibles.after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.life will teach you that.grace, you were born into a roleonly a very strong girl can play.see, society will hate you for beingwhat they don't want to believe.surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.stop being fascinated with the sky,you'll never go there.keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourselfbefore you help another.your brain is more logical than your heart,therefore take your instructions from it.promises can be broken as easily as can be made.do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-and if you only have one piece of armor,defend your back from the people you trust the most.and grace
After EverythingAfter everything, this is how we go?Out in a quiet, repressed whisperat the end of a silent period;it has finally become too much,I am exhausted of the lies and invisible demons.Because I can see what this really is.This is punishment, for not being therewhen you want me, for being gonewhen you wish I wasn’t, for not giving my attentionwhen you wanted acknowledgement the most.Half-truths are still lies.You’re feeling alone in a room fullof the people who love youbut you are too scared to put awaythe masks and pride which drive this story.After everything this is how we go.Not out in a cruel exchange of wordsmeant to tear each other apart with barbs;ironically it is through being faketo one another and in denial because of fear.That doesn’t matter anymore.Beyond the wall you have put upI will be waiting because I love you;The honest, strong person you are beneathis more important than all the wrong done.Moving forward is easyI have my hand out
I Am Not GreatI am the catalyst through which others become great,The back board that earns them the winning shot.I am but the creek that runs beside the road of fate,Granting its trav'lers relief from their lot.I am the dull grey that plainly lays in the background,Illuminating their smallest twinkles.I am the endless harmony, the less than known soundThat brightens the tone of sonant wrinkles.So come and find me still here waiting for your glory,Waiting for a time when I am needed.I will let you make me the paper of your story,The stone to weather time; to hold your lead.Let me give you inspiration, carry out your dreams,And experience the glow of winningIn the way that has been set for me, the shade t'your gleam;And let me stop wishing the world should be burning.
I wish I had more time..I was going to send this in a note in private to you.. but then I thought. Why should I hide these feelings and thoughts from the world? I am not ashamed or embarassed by my feelings So although I don't have any beautiful lines of poetry to make your heart melt and sing with joy and I don't have any dazzling gifts to give you. I will do my best to make my ordinary every day words do the same.I was thinking of you today; how your smile warms my heart.. and how your laugh makes me smile. How I get lost in your eyes each time I look into them, how your voice calms the storms in my heart and quiets the voices in my head. Because when you speak, You have my full attention and nothing will break it. Because there is nothing more important in my world than you. Nothing at all.And while lost in my thoughts for you, I couldn't help but wonder..How long will we be together?Will we be happily married?Will we have children together?Long walks and talks about our lives?Romantic even
Raven on a Silent ShoreOnce upon a summer's evening, while the sunlight hours were weaning,Nothing stirred the radiant sunset spread across the lakeside shore.Here no whispering wind was playing, not a blade of grass was swaying,Only was a silence braying quiet future held in store.Where the corpses lay a silence echoed future held in store: Thoughtless silence, evermore.Faces tell of "Fire!" of Death's kiss, bodies cold, wide-eyed, and breathless;Products, in this dying light, of yet another glorious war.Then the shade began revoking Nature's silence with its croaking,Spurning peace by slowly choking perished spirits on this shore.Bearing sacred truth the Raven swallows spirits on this shore: With the maxim, Nevermore.
MeI have been called many things in my life: Freak Brave Insane Focused
Mask of InsanityBehind His Mask,Mask of Insanity.He Is Suffering.He wants to be free.Behind His Dark eyes,Eyes of Insanity.Lies so much more.Lies what he wishes to be.Behind his crackled voice,Voice of insanity.Is the real him.Is the truth you can't see.Behind His Mask,Mask of insanity.He is suffering.He will never be free.
Emily's AttemptDid you hear of Emily's fate?She got tired of the way boys stared at her,And men talked to her,And because she could achieve nothing more than womanhood,Fell from the high balcony.Did you hear of how they pulled her back into life?Of the three places her pelvis broke,And the iron pins they stuck into her face?She has only a tiny scar under her chin to show for it,And the attempt, sadly, did not mar her beauty.So still they come calling to her simple hospital room;She's become even more attractive-Failure is such a female thing-She must need a man to talk her down from high ledges,And pull her away, protectively, from sharp edges.Because, at the end and after every effort,Emily is a woman, and needs a man to tell her she is loved.
Ghost LoverI'm holding myself back,I am not going anywhere in life.I have no direction at all,No wind propelling my sails;Everything is deathly quiet.He's nowhere to be seen,I can't be with him physically,Strong water separates us.At times I feel I'm waitingFor him to break my heart.Empty promises like before,Everyone else is doing so muchBetter than what I've done.Some are married with childrenWhile I haven't got that at all.The distance is suffocating me;No guidance, no acceptance andCertainly no chance in us.Why am I holding tightly ontoA relationship that isn't there?There's no way of being together,We're just merely fooling ourselvesInto believing what is not true.I know he is not welcomed andHe has nobody's approval anymore.I sometimes yearn for more,Actually holding someone in my armsAnd to be able to see them each day.He is never going to provide meWith that choice no matter what.Everything is not going to plan,Everyone is telling me he has to go.He was eng
Dinner In a TombShe always did love pomegranates.She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed."Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face."I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
Bacon and EggsBacon and EggsIf I should ever live to seeThe end of the world by one hundred and threeAnd know the sound that it makesWhen it breaksI hope it sounds like bacon and eggs.