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and baby wil falland baby will fall when termites eat away at the legs of her crib. where was momma? asleep, wrapped up in a blanket of insecurity, irresponsibility and with her head laid on a pillow of problems covered with a pillow case sewn together with depression medications and booze. Where was daddy? Sitting at a desk surrounded by mountains of paper work, drowning in his own stress and still downing highly caffeinated coffee laced with some drug that hasn't even been invented yet.
Baby screams in her inability to form words and lays on the floor of her room with the wooden shards of her crib around her and her binky just out of her reach. I find her just in time. It's my job to protect her, when those who are supposed to never try. Baby in one arm, and broom in the other, i sweep the room clean of all debris and any trace of how badly baby needs a normal, family. Baby has binky and is finally consoled, and falls asleep on my shoulder.
rockabye baby because i will never be a mother as
art is emotion. not pain.you know that statue of the muscular man holding the world on his shoulders? yeah the one where he has this pained look on his face, because he's trying to hold up the entire universe. i bet as soon as he picked it up, he wanted to put it right back down, but he knew he couldnt. A couple years ago i went to a museum with my parents and i saw him there. I couldve sworn i saw a tear of pure marble fall from the centuries still tear ducts. He must've been surprised to see a 13 year old girl walk over to him and hold out her arms. To take it from him. TO finally have relief. Relief from billions of people screaming at him every second to support them and hold them higher. Listen to their problems even though they would rebuff his advice. GIve him all their shit, when he never deserved it. Take him for granted and never offer to help him. Maybe a person or two would talk to him, but not for long. They would just revert back to all their typical behavior. Im surprised he never cracked. But H
hark to my heartI walk across this quad in a fog, treating the dum dum pop in my mouth like a cigar, my attempt to act tough and unaffected is obstructed by my naturally awkward physique and my obviously unhappy thoughts depicted by my oh so transparent face. i live through this day with my auras blocked by anxiety, worry, frustration, and pain. but my optimism kicks in and i pray. that it'll all be ok. and that it'll get better. i surround myself with good feelings as to support my optimism so it doesnt fade away completely. hark to my heart, dont you dare break. it'll be ok.
guess i hit rock bottom...this night wreaks of shame, infected wounds and tears of anguish. if any of those things had a specific scent that could mix to create something putrid. i take this scent unwillingly into my nostrils and look away to helplessly grope through the dark to find some kind of invisible reassurance that the pain will subside. its not like me to speak of this, but honestly i dont think ive ever felt this hurt. however, strength finds me when i find IT. i can do fine all by myself, but it dosesnt hurt to recieve a few kind words. injustice is disgusting and cruelty is horribly realistic. kindness is often in individuals but a tad rare in large groups. i dont want to speak of sad logic and all that shit because im far too optimistic for depressing poetry maybe thats why it pisses me off to read it.
just a few words..chains rust, glass shatter and i fall from the fifth floor. i hit the ground and seep through the bricks. my heart flys towards the sky and smashes the padlock that locked away my soul. the key that was once to my mind tarnishes and cracks at the freedom that my thoughts can finally keep. my body intwines with the earth to find serentiy in non-living and breathing existence.
unafraidi'll shave my head if i get cancer and tattoo on the back of my neck, "be strong" because my body betrays me, but i'll live on. i'll lay under a blanket if i get a cold because i feel under the weather, but i'll still skip above it. I'll light a candle if the power goes out and drip the wax onto the floor because i can follow the drops out the door to the light. I'll grow my wings if my skin gets burned, because something so beautiful can disguise the scorch marks and the healing process even though it has beauty within itself and beneath the pain. I'll cry upon my notebook if i feel i must let it all go, because the smeared ink provides comfort that someone somewhere is smearing red ink with their tears instead of blue. If it rains, i'll go out and play, because life is too short to be afraid of getting your hair wet. I'll play with matches because i told you that i like fire and i find joy in it turning my fingers black with carbon stains. I'll smile at you because there are not enou
you can't expect...You cannot expect me to be a disciple of the cruel and the dangerous, the follower of those who choke the life, or the sibling of one who hates the world. You cannot force a gallon of sarcasm down my throat and allow it to drip off my words. You cannot put a collar around my neck and lead me towards my own end on a leash. However. Please do not force me to walk on a tightrope shaped like a flawless arrow. I can't balance so well, so dont blame me when i let one foot step off to the side I'll have the same destination but i can't say that i wont have any scars from the trip.
You can bet that 10 years from now, that you will not find me wearing a pink apron with a steaming pie in my hands. You can bet that i'll never be a picture of a perfect suburbian wife and mother right out of a 1950's magazine. But you can bet that you'll find me with my family, still wobbling on that tightrope and having to step off of it. You knew all along that conforming was never my forte. ANd you'll smile and
my glasses brokemy glasses broke. the lenses cracked right down the middle. Guess it means i have to look at the world through my own eyes, and not through a pair of biased lenses that man made. AFter all, these blue eyes can see more than just a pretty face. i knew what was gonna happen didnt i? precisely. and i didnt need glasses to see any better than i do now. The world is the way it is. And so am i. Aint no changin the chemicals that make me this way. Go take a chemistry class. It aint possible
Darling are you still breathinHolding you here, i cannot understand how i got so lucky. I can feel you breathing, as your chest rises and falls, along with mine. I hold your hands, and kiss your fingers, trying to savor every moment that you and i share. Are you still breathing? Can you feel me when i think about you? THis inspiration i can always find when i think about you, and remember everything you told me, and every kiss we shared, and will share.
I can hear the sound of this song falling around me, like wind blowing my hair back, filling my eyes, making them tear up, these music notes falling onto my head like snow, and the lyrics wash over me like the ocean that i've never seen. I listen to it, and i hear your voice in the background saying those three words. I lay here beside you, as your arms tighten around me, and i hear you whisper in my ear those three words that we have both repeated over and over and over, because i cannot express how much of the meaning of those three wor
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
Love is loveI love you
There are so many ways to say it.
To mean it.
To believe it.
Yet, so many through it around as if it has no importance.
wo ai ni
To love someone is to put that person first.
To cherish them despite their faults.
To accept their mistakes and help them grow.
To love someone is to be there at their worst
To hold their hand and encourage
To show that things will get better
Ich liebe dich
To love someone is to see their true beauty
To see the love that they hold for others
To accept that others may have it as well
To love some is to help in learning
To teach each other new things
To learn about the world
ya lyublyu tebya
To love someone is to see the hope they pocess
To bring out the ligtht in their lives
To make the stars seem to shine brighter
phom rak khun
To love someone is to see them as they desire
To be able to not care what others think
To know that simply
Love is love
oh my god...im in loveperhaps i fell deeper than i understood.
But i realize more and more how hard i've fallen every day.
Talking to a friend as much in love with his girlfriend as i am in love with the very man i've spoken of in
these past two lines.
Not even hearing phil's voice, but FEELING the tone of it THROUGH this barrier that is my computer.
Feeling his love for my best friend radiate like body heat from wherever he is. I can feel the
connection, just like feeling nick's hand in mine...
When i saw them first together, i was jealous. i wanted to cry. Seeing them look into each other's
eyes. Like there was no one else in the world.
I felt a longing that i hated to feel. This frustration. THis wanting to feel like they did, and still DO.
But What happens when i fall to the concrete. In love. With a man that actually feels the same. And
he catches me. I talk about him just like phil talks about jillian. With as much love in my eyes as the
amount of tears that i want to let fall fr
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