You want me to write something short and sweet?
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I'm a waterfall of words
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
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I lived everyday an empty shell.
A shell that was perfectly content,
Never realizing the hollowness inside.
It wasn't until you entered my life,
I finally felt what it was to be whole,
To be filled with life, joy, true happiness.
The veil had been lifted.
Everything felt right as it was meant to
My home was in your arms
So what happens when the inevitable happens?
How do I face the emptiness of you?
A shell that was perfectly content,
Never realizing the hollowness inside.
It wasn't until you entered my life,
I finally felt what it was to be whole,
To be filled with life, joy, true happiness.
The veil had been lifted.
Everything felt right as it was meant to
My home was in your arms
So what happens when the inevitable happens?
How do I face the emptiness of you?
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The walls are tumbling fast,
Shaking and crumbling all around-
Run, run, run
Try to beat the waves of debris
Shaking and crumbling all around-
Run, run, run
Try to beat the waves of debris
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Words are deep
They cut like knives
You try and try and try
Stop trying so hard.
It's too much trying,
You'll push her away-
Take a step back
And let her say hey.
The words are good,
They come from a great place
Just hold on a second to stay at the same pace.
Bow your head,
Crack a smile,
Just wait a moment,
And say a bit of grace.
They cut like knives
You try and try and try
Stop trying so hard.
It's too much trying,
You'll push her away-
Take a step back
And let her say hey.
The words are good,
They come from a great place
Just hold on a second to stay at the same pace.
Bow your head,
Crack a smile,
Just wait a moment,
And say a bit of grace.
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Happiness,
Exhilaration,
Love,
Adrenaline,
It's like a drug for the brain-
Everything seen-
Everything heard-
Everything felt-
Makes you smile sinfully so.
The world blissfully unaware of the happiness your heart feels.
It swells with joy-
Overflowing with emotions,
All it takes is a look or a word or flood of energy
And then suddenly your whole being ignites and bursts with light-
Burning with a fire so fierce and so true,
It makes you feel untouchable,
Resilient to the world's thwarting plans
Exhilaration,
Love,
Adrenaline,
It's like a drug for the brain-
Everything seen-
Everything heard-
Everything felt-
Makes you smile sinfully so.
The world blissfully unaware of the happiness your heart feels.
It swells with joy-
Overflowing with emotions,
All it takes is a look or a word or flood of energy
And then suddenly your whole being ignites and bursts with light-
Burning with a fire so fierce and so true,
It makes you feel untouchable,
Resilient to the world's thwarting plans
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Sunday, May 3, 2015
Untitled
There was a little girl who played in the sunlight all day.
She danced and played with the shadows that casted.
Painfully ignorant to the fact that that was not her shadow.
She did not play with the shadows caste from the light.
Until she had grown up and realized.
She's been playing with the darkness.
The darkness that lurks,
The darkness that dwells within her mind.
She's unable to escape
This is all she knows.
There was a little girl who craved the sunlight.
Who wanted to play and dance in the warmth of the light instead of the coldness of the shadows.
There was a little girl who played in the darkness
Blissfully unaware that that's where she belonged.
She danced and played with the shadows that casted.
Painfully ignorant to the fact that that was not her shadow.
She did not play with the shadows caste from the light.
Until she had grown up and realized.
She's been playing with the darkness.
The darkness that lurks,
The darkness that dwells within her mind.
She's unable to escape
This is all she knows.
There was a little girl who craved the sunlight.
Who wanted to play and dance in the warmth of the light instead of the coldness of the shadows.
There was a little girl who played in the darkness
Blissfully unaware that that's where she belonged.
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Saturday, February 28, 2015
Darkness
Darkness,
It consumes-
From deep within.
It repeats your worst fears over and over again
It makes you believe the lies
It takes away all that makes you shine.
Darkness,
It's a volitle creature.
It takes the shape of the person in the mirror.
It makes you hate the person staring back.
From deep down in the treacherous hole
You sink further and further
Until all you have is
Darkness,
That will never subside.
It consumes-
From deep within.
It repeats your worst fears over and over again
It makes you believe the lies
It takes away all that makes you shine.
Darkness,
It's a volitle creature.
It takes the shape of the person in the mirror.
It makes you hate the person staring back.
From deep down in the treacherous hole
You sink further and further
Until all you have is
Darkness,
That will never subside.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Words of the Maniacal Mind pt2
Words oh words
You dance around in my head
You make me feel like I am lead
Heavier and heavier I become
With these deranged, unkempt thoughts.
Words, they spew from my face.
All in an attempt to have some grace.
Grace oh grace
Is what we lack,
Just because I'm a quack.
Looney, looney in the bin,
Is where you'll go
If you don't stay quiet from within.
But hear the words I will say
Instead of just saying, oh good day
Crazy, crazy is what you hear
But being alone is all I fear
My words are screaming for you dear
Won't you listen and help me here
Words oh words
They dance around in my head
Sometimes they make me wish I were dead
Words oh words
They spew from my face
All in an attempt to have some grace
Grace oh grace
Is what we lack
Is what we lack
What will it take to be part of your pack?
Alone, alone is where I'll be
Crying and trying to find some dignity
Panic, panic sink right in
This is where you'll fit right in
Worried, worried all the time
I just want time to fly right by
Frantic, frantic
Make it stop
Tell the mind I've had enough
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Words of the Maniacal Mind
Words oh words
You dance around in my head
You make me feel like I am lead
Heavier and heavier I become
With these deranged, unkempt thoughts.
Words, they spew from my face.
All in an attempt to have some grace.
Grace oh grace
Is what we lack,
Just because I'm a quack.
Looney, looney in the bin,
Is where you'll go
If you don't stay quiet from within
You dance around in my head
You make me feel like I am lead
Heavier and heavier I become
With these deranged, unkempt thoughts.
Words, they spew from my face.
All in an attempt to have some grace.
Grace oh grace
Is what we lack,
Just because I'm a quack.
Looney, looney in the bin,
Is where you'll go
If you don't stay quiet from within
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Sunday, January 18, 2015
Little Bird
There was a little bird
A Sweet little bird.
It came to me the other day.
It told me to stay-
Where there had been no desire it sparked a flame.
There was a little bird
A sweet little bird
Who told me to stay-
That you'd be worth my time-
Worth the wait.
Just give it time and we'll find a way.
There was a little bird
A sweet little bird
It whispered in my ear and showed me the way.
There was a little bird,
Such a sweet little bird
It whispered its sweet nothings and then I looked up and realized you were my way.
A Sweet little bird.
It came to me the other day.
It told me to stay-
Where there had been no desire it sparked a flame.
There was a little bird
A sweet little bird
Who told me to stay-
That you'd be worth my time-
Worth the wait.
Just give it time and we'll find a way.
There was a little bird
A sweet little bird
It whispered in my ear and showed me the way.
There was a little bird,
Such a sweet little bird
It whispered its sweet nothings and then I looked up and realized you were my way.
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Thursday, October 16, 2014
No Longer Yours
I died-
When I saw you,
It was like an explosion of images.
There was nothing,
Not a glimmer-
Not a flash of light,
Not even a whisper of hope.
I was doomed from the beginning-
To hopelessly love you,
To devout myself to you foolishly,
Unbridled,
Affectionately yours.
Oh, what a sweet torture this was,
How it must end,
Yet- I yearn for more
Not knowing that you are everything I need to avoid.
I died when I saw you-
For now I can stand on my own and finally say-
I am no longer yours.
When I saw you,
It was like an explosion of images.
There was nothing,
Not a glimmer-
Not a flash of light,
Not even a whisper of hope.
I was doomed from the beginning-
To hopelessly love you,
To devout myself to you foolishly,
Unbridled,
Affectionately yours.
Oh, what a sweet torture this was,
How it must end,
Yet- I yearn for more
Not knowing that you are everything I need to avoid.
I died when I saw you-
For now I can stand on my own and finally say-
I am no longer yours.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Anger
Anger is a feral beast.
It dwells deep within,
Eating your soul.
Inch by inch.
You cry out-
But no one can hear,
For the monster
Resides within.
Poluting all the goodness there once was.
Letting its venom consume your brain.
It's a weight that brings you down
Clouds the mind
Poisons the soul-
Dims your light.
Anger is a feral beast
And it's taking over
Staking its claim
Ridding you of who you once were.
It dwells deep within,
Eating your soul.
Inch by inch.
You cry out-
But no one can hear,
For the monster
Resides within.
Poluting all the goodness there once was.
Letting its venom consume your brain.
It's a weight that brings you down
Clouds the mind
Poisons the soul-
Dims your light.
Anger is a feral beast
And it's taking over
Staking its claim
Ridding you of who you once were.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014
The Unintended Poem
I know I've been silent
But my brain's been processing.
I have so much to tell you, that in so many ways
You're everything I love,
And everything I desire.
I know I've been silent-
But, please hear me out,
For all our differences
We share the same
Feelings of love
That change everyday.
They grow stronger in minutes,
You can't deny-
That this is real.
And you are mine.
But my brain's been processing.
I have so much to tell you, that in so many ways
You're everything I love,
And everything I desire.
I know I've been silent-
But, please hear me out,
For all our differences
We share the same
Feelings of love
That change everyday.
They grow stronger in minutes,
You can't deny-
That this is real.
And you are mine.
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