Give UpShe wanted a freeze button, a pause button, a wait-and-come-back-later button.But such a button did not exist, so she settled for the next best thing.A stop button, a quit button, a give up button.And when she pressed it, her life snapped off, and that was the end of the 21st Century girl.
SleepingDreams always are a bit bittersweet.[Especially when I wake up alone]
All's Fair in Love and WarWhat we tell ourselves while massacring dreams.
Pretty GirlI'm pretty, right?
No?Well, let me eat lessAnd tan more,Burn my hair to make it straightAnd spend all my money on clothes.[Am I pretty now?]
SinkingShe was the ocean-eyed girl, spending her time weaving intricate stories while sitting in front of the TV. The TV was her life. There she traveled to the moon, to Egypt, to a world where everything was perfect in its own imperfect way. Drama was dramatized in the TV. Families were perfect in the TV. People won big in the TV.So she watched, and her eyes were drained of the ocean and eventually died, dragging her with them.Because she didn't know she was sinking into the world of lies and flashing lights, which whispered stories in the night, beckoning to come a little closer, listen a little harder. And eventually, her world changed to pixels. But she didn't mind.After all, who doesn't prefer life in HD?
WhimsyI left my heart in CaliforniaWith a man with deep blue eyes.He said he'd give it back to meBut all he did was lie.So now I'm heartless in WisconsinFor that's how the story goesI've got an empty chest, ice cold breath,And a upturned bright red nose.
Morning RoutineShe wakes up to dew-drop kisses,Tasting of coffee and sleep.She drifts outside on the morning breeze,Looking at the pink sunrise cloudsAnd breathing in cool, crisp air.Leaves dance around herAnd rabbits run to their holesAs rush-hour traffic rushes pastCreating sonic booms in silence.She brushes her feathersAnd takes flight,Beginning the rest of her life.
LightOnce upon a timeI traveled through the tunnelInto the lightJust to see what was there.And what I foundWas a dim little lamp.
Written from Beneath the Parisian LightsDear Jack,It's half past sevenAnd beneath theParis lights I have fallenIn love with a boyWhose eyes are blueAnd lips are red.Do not fret, my dear,For I am in good hands-Hands warmer, softer,More alive than yoursEver were. And I-I am certain that heWill ask me to dinnerAnd will lead me toA café on the Seine,Where we will exchangeKisses more intimate,More passionate,Than ours ever were.Jack, unlike you,With him I will liveWhile you stay inEden, OklahomaRaising your daughtersWith the woman whoStole your heart away,From right under my nose.Farewell, my love, andI wish you a happy mediocreLife with that pleasantMediocre family of yours,Resembling the one you would neverLet us have, and the oneI wouldn't want anyway.With all sincerity, my dear,Your first true love,-Claire
The Wielder of the PenLife is a lot of things.A road with bends and intersections of only two; the right and the wrong. A blank canvas in which one is the painter of his time. A ship set sail on a voyage of endless wonder and even a box of chocolates filled with mystery and anticipation.Yes, life is many things. Different opinions for different people.But if I were to be asked, I'd say life is a book. Where one is the writer of the story. A page consumed each day. An unseen pen wielded not by hand but by heart. Good or bad, there are no exceptions, all moments are taken down never to be erased. Never to be renewed. And when desired, one can flip back through the pages and relive memories destined to remain remembered.There are times however, when the author is unable to hold the quill. When the words are blurred by the tears and the pain. In such predicaments, others guide the pen. Supporting the writer to continue when all seems to have shattered, hopeless to be fixed again.Some pages have more conten
Inaudible ScreamWords.Fragile fragments our lives consist.A piercing bladecutting not fleshbut soul.A whispering breezeof hopeand melody.Opposites of the same coin.Seeds of growth and strengthbut also of contempt and deceit.Both serving as oneThe conveyor of truth and lies.But of these two,there is a third.Greater, more powerful.Yet gentle,serene,not of sound.A kind healerA heartless killerThe unseen sideSilence
99 PercentHer blue eyes dulled.99% dead.
Silent ScreamsDarling, I miss you.Even if we dragged each other through Hell,I miss your sweet voice.We were a pair of masochists...a pair of sadists...We hurt each other,but I still |l|o|v|e| |y|o|u|[even though it might just be the biggest mistake I've ever made].I know it seems like this darkness could go on forever,but, honey, the sun always rises.
PretendingHe holds my heart with claws.Within that hold my heart rips,And I feel trapped.To please him is far out of my reach,Even though I dance like a fool for him.He just is just locked up inside,With a distant look on his features,Not even noticing me.Leaving me in the cold,I try to stay strong, but my happiness is fading.I finally found warmth,Then he took it away,With his bitter cold touch.My beliefs are within his lies,That my secrets are safe with him, and he would rid my fears.Only to hid his.I will pretend that his lies are true,Because the memories of the past is my poison,That I am killing myself with.And now my trapped heart is bleeding tears.
it'll kill you first.I brought back silenceso you could finally get the answeryou needed to hearbecause silence has always been stronger than words.I've never stayed bulletproofbecause you were my personal oxygenwhenever your lips touched mineand your cold skin felt like heaven on mine,but we would always make beautiful music togetherwith a broken chordbecause we were never fully alive.I overdosed on confidenceand now my secret is that I have none left.(You were always my heart,but now since you're goneit's like nothing ever mattered.)You always told me I would run away too far,so I walked because I thought lights would guide me home.(I always grew up in a family that didn't care enoughor cared too much,my father always screamedand my mother only accusedbut never apologized.My family was always broken,but we always thought that being broken was a new accessory.)Our hearts have always been mute,but being broken is the new beautiful.
I Never Stole a Traffic ConeThere has always been a silver lining.It's tarnishedBut if you melt it downandShape it into a bullet,It will still kill a werewolf.Not all dogs chase cars.Weeds don't know they are killing the PetuniasEven monsters dieThe only difference is that they don't get flowers and nobody wants what they leave behind.Things could be a lot worse.Eight black balloonsThe last Raven featherA gray hair floating in your tomato bisque.Knowing that blood tastes like dimes.I still believe that there is good left in our world.Orange things make me laugh.I knew a girl who thought that ghosts onlyhaunted mansions inNew England.
thisthis feels like;rewriting a chapter of my lifethat i had already closedlearning where you went wrongand doing it all againlike crying into the shouldersof those who made you cryand starving yourselfof all that you know-
crying the river styx into cheap cordiform kleenexMy heart is on the left sideOf my body: the chest sideRight side, wrong sideBut which one is my best sideOn my right, you're the devil on my shoulderChill my bones, could your heart get any colderNo, it can't; that's why Hell is freezin' overYou took the L from LOVER; now it's OVER, we're overWhy's it so damn cold in the middle of OktoberI'm not German, yet my heart can't stay soberFrom Spring-in-your-Arms to Trip-and-Fall-in-AutumnI'm drunk on love and clichés are at the bottomOf the bottle like an S.O.S shipwrecked messageI'm stranded on the Island of Violent PresageIgnore the telltale beatings from underneath the floorboardDestiny's a step ahead of me check the scoreboardDying from Fate's worst psychological issueCrying in my own myocardial tissue
SmileSmile,Because they're watching.Smile,Even if it causes you to break.Smile,Because they're looking this way.They expect you to be happy.Aren't you happy?You must be happy, you have so much.Even though there is so much more,Few can look beyond the sunAnd into the horizon.Smile,Because they're watching.Smile,Even if it causes you to break.Smile,Because they're looking this way.All I want I can't want.All I need I can't need.All I have I can't have.All I am I can't be.They decided all this for me.They took me and whittled me down,Into something they can expect,Into something they can understand,Into something that is less than them.I'm on the wrong side of the line,Through pure misfortune and bad timing.Smile,Because they're watching.Smile,Even if it causes you to break.Smile,Because they're looking this way.Maybe, if I smile,If they think I haven't broken,They'll give up.I know it's hopeless.But I can't stop,I cling to this, because it's all I have
My HeartIn my hands, I hold myHeart.When I was young, it was a beautiful thing.A flawless, perfect, ruby-colored gem.Now, the color has faded to a dullBlood red.It is chipped and cracked,Held together withA bit of glueA piece of tape andThree band-aids.My quaint littleHeartIsn't quite so perfect anymore.It's a little bit dirty andSmall bits of it are missing,Lost forever.In my hands, I hold myHeart;Dusty, cracked, chipped, faded, patched together...But still full of hope, life and lots of love.
You're an ArtistWords on a pageCrumpled paper in the trashTired eyes and cramped handsI can tell you're a writerStacks of books and notebooksA thousand different pensThe special one you use the mostSitting on the desk-------------------------------Notes on a sheetShredded paper in the trashBloodshot eyes and calloused fingersI can tell you're a musicianStacks of books and writing paperA thousand different picksThe special one you use the mostWaiting on the chair-------------------------------Sketches on a padTorn up paper in recyclingDrowsy eyes and graphite handsI can tell you're an artistStacks of pads and loose leaf paperA thousand plain and colored pencilsThe drawing one you use the mostLying on the table
Broken HeartClosing my eyesI see you goLetting dieMy poor little soulOpening my eyesI see you leavingA broken heartBleeding for youA life without youIs the futureChosen for meBut my broken heartSays another thing
Russian RouletteOh, darling...How am I alive?After what you put me through,I'm surprised I didn'tshoot myself.Baby, love is a dangerous game,and we played it likeRussian Roulette.
Born To Walk AwayIt's so hard to take inEverything, with no time to reactYou've got me suffocating hereWith this wall to my backI can't move, I can't breathe(Nothing left here for me)So when you're here alone thinkingWhere the hell was I atI'll be over here reachingFor this knife in my backI can't feel as I bleed(Nothing left here for me)And I'll cry as I pleadYou don't have to leaveWhy can't you just stayBut no-You were born to walk away...
already gone.I'll have you know I'm screaming your name in my sleepbecause the world is empty and cold without you.I've always promised youthat I'd die realbecause the truth hurtsand lies never heal,but your heart has always been broken.We always try to screamuntil we can't breathe,but whenever you ran awayI always tell youyour heart would always bring you home.(You always try to breathe but there's never no air. There's no air, there never is anyone to love you.)I promise you your heart is not yet dead.Please do not say it is. If it was dead,it wouldn't hurt this much.Your heart must only be sleeping.I know you're broken,but I promise you that the world will never lose its beautyas long as you're in it.
68. HeroYou've saved so many lives,You've almost died taking a bullet for a friend,You've taken stabs for a friend,You're a hero.These are the things people say to,Once they hear a bit of my story.True,I did take a bullet for a friend.True,I did take stabs for a friend.True,I save people from taking their own lives.True,I have helped drug addicts overcome their addiction.But truth be told,I ain't nobody's heroYou know what you get for being a "hero"?NothinYou get a pat on the back,A shake of the hand.People have no idea what you go through when you've done things like this.The guilt you feel of the people you couldn't save,The physical pain you face every day,The emotional and mental scarring afterwards.So why do you do it?Because if I don't, <i>
Lost Without You ...NotVerse 1 I reallywant toShow I care, Tell you I'm there.I trulyWant you Near my dear,Come here, come here,Pre-Chorus 1'Cause I've beenWaitingFor so long and I,Can't,Wait here any longer,pretend I'm any stronger,these nights they feel so lonely,without you here right next to me,So Please, Please, PLEASECHORUS Stay by my side,and dry all these tears,the ones that I cried,for you, my dear.I've lost all my pride,You have no idea,how long that I've tried,to survive all these years.I'm begging you,to show me the way,I'm Lost Without You Verse 2 I have Recently,been Doing Well,Just thought I'd tell.I think I've Finally,broken free, of your Spell.Pre-Chorus 2 So I willno longer saythat I can't find my way,'Cause I've,Made myself much Stronger,This world is mine to Conquer,I won't be left behind,I'll make my Own Happy ever After.ChorusI'll open my eyes,and d
FamousIf I become a famous poet,I won't be remembered.[But you will be]