"Kill Me's Sweet Seduction"

today lived on as the longest hour,
the darkest day,
again though you ran,
you ran away,
the lust transpired and yet no tune,
escaped from your mouth,
no merciless room.
you ran,
ran away from the demons and darkness,
from the sleep and the tide,
ran into the gloom,
the tender wound,
where hidden forever you hide.
naked terrors scream
at the future forseen,
and forever you whistle this tune.

Good art can come in many shapes and forms. It can come as music, writing, photography, painting, and many other things. For art to be good it has to impact the viewer in a way that provokes emotion and feeling.

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hopeless memories,
never cease to beat,
a foot upon a path,
to get to the goals deceased.

"Happy Christmas Poem"

Chop down the trees,
and burn all the wood,
its christmas time,
so we're up to no good.
Santa is watching,
with fear stricken face,
sheltering innocence,
that is thrown out of place.
The bombs are a pounding,
lighting up without care,
the choking thick smoke just lofts through the air.
Children are crying,
shot down in the street,
in the back alleys though,
where eyes do not greet.
Carollers sing,
the dirge of the world,
while red sleighs fly over,
shouting help to the lord.
As the terror begins,
with panic and fright,
a faint echo sings,
merry christmas to all,
and to all a good night.

"Dying Love"

Dying love,
killing away the moments,
drowning shadows on the floor,
dries out all the good in life,
until you're headed out the door.

The Lost Sea of Time

Time stands still,
the pendulum swings,
we're frozen in time together,
but I can't see a thing.
Your hand holds mine,
squeezes it tight,
yet the fluid that fills me,
is turning to ice.
The people are drowning,
in waves of disdain,
the seas keep on surging,
but still you keep me sane.

My hand slips away,
falls from you,
falls from life,
suddenly I'm drowning,
just like the others in the night.
But in this sea of lost love,
an arm comes and grabs,
pulling me up above,
onto the living land.
Your smile thaws me,
and time moves again,
the pendulum swings,
and we're together again.

Why does hypocrisy run so constant everywhere?

"The River Flows"

the river flows,
the soft wind blows,
the girl floats down,
there's distress in the town.

the body found,
later on in the river down,
but the soft wind blows,
and the river flows.

the people cry,
and the years go by,
but still the soft wind blows,
and the river flows.

further down,
new life is found,
and the wind still blows,
and the river flows.

"A Love I Have Never Known Before"

I was sitting on the ground,
gazing at the sky,
and I felt your head upon me,
and I gazed at you out of the corner of my eye.

I just sat there,
amazed at how you make me feel,
how you lift me up,
and make me see things I didn't know were real.

I looked and looked until you noticed,
and then I looked away,
and I just felt my heart take flight,
as if it didn't happen every day.

No matter how long we've been together,
I still get butterflies,
and my heart still gets light,
each time you look at me with those sparkling blue eyes.

Your hand in mine is the answer,
to an equation I do not know,
but I want it to stay like this forever,
and I love how you promise me you'll never let go.

You're the right to all my wrongs,
the moon to my sun and sky,
the stars are brighter when I'm with you,
even though I'm not quite sure why.

If only words could express,
how I feel for you each day,
I would open my heart forever,
in every type, shape, reason and way.

I'm no good at endings.

"Tears"

Wipe one away,
another one falls,
I try and I try,
but the water keeps on flowing,
pouring down my cheeks,
dropping onto my tear stained jeans.
Sitting,
looking for a way out I cry,
there's nothing else I can do,
but sit and be useless,
anxious and angry.
Repressed emotion leaked out through the ducts,
those that are connected to my soul.
Is there a reason anymore?
A reason for the tears that constantly flow,
creating a mess of makeup and of mind,
disturbing the peace around me.
Everyone else seems bothered,
someone stupid crying in a stand,
don't you understand?
God is lacking,
I can't feel him in my life,
and the chills are numbing,
freezing my mind,
and yet keeping warm the drops of liquid falling,
falling onto my jeans.

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Gracefully you stab,
Ripping apart my bleeding love,
Open heart surgery with blunt but cutting words.
Crawling in the night your demons arise,
Slowly following bellowed commands,
To which my unhappiness is of no surprise.
Tearing in the night your ghouls arrive,
To carry me away to a fiery demise,
Because I have not lived to your expectations,
To your false promises and selfish pleas.
The murder was sweet,
Justly held in the middle of night,
Moon backed out of picture and winds sweeping,
Pulling sands from the beach of disdain,
To bury me in my own chamber under the earth.

Throwing in the Towel

I'm giving up, quitting something which I am no good. I've tried my hand at this, and found that I have no talent. My heart screams out that quitting is the worst thing I can do, because that meets only with despair. But my mind yells back that this is getting me nowhere. Even if I were any good, it matters not because I'm not good enough to get noticed. Standing out is not something I'm good at by most means, not at this anyways. Further dissapointment is really not something I look forward to and so I'm just giving up. I'm throwing in the towel, maybe for good.

God [didnt] Bless The Broken Road (that led me straight to you)

you killed me last night,
you were there,
holding me in you arms,
and yet you weren't there.

you moved robotically,
something was obviously wrong,
you said you knew why I went over there,
knew why I strayed away for so long.

Your words pierced my heart,
saying I wasn't over him,
but you were wrong,
and because of your words I died last night.

So now sit,
hold your guilt in your arms,
because that embrace,
those few words,
cost my heart its life last night.

Now there is only pain,
how could you think that?
what did you see?
Can't your realize,
yours are the only eyes I see.

"Self Absorbed"

Stop your crying little girl,
Can't you see?

They're all too wrapped up in their own lives,
to even notice yours.

What is Purgatory?

Today a friend and I were talking about religion. When he confronted me about my stance on Purgatory my response was:

We as a people are unknowing, there are so many things that we don't understand. I believe that we go to purgatory and that is a transition stage where we gain knowledge and wisdom. Our eyes are opened to everything we don't know.

what do you think?

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A single tear rolls down,
down as I watch the boy cry for help,
help which he will not recieve.
If only I could toch him,
feel him,
hold him and keep him safe,
then I would be better,
but I can't help him escape.
The tears grow in numbers,
blurring my eyes and mind,
I reach out to try and grab him,
but there's no way to reach in time.
My cries go unnoticed,
"Someone help him! HELP!"
but my voice is muffled,
closed off from choking sobs....


the lights come up,
the screen shuts off,
and I sit staring at a blank TV screen.

"Alone... Or Wait. Am I?"

I see myself,
sitting in the corner crying
rotting on the shelf.
All the other girls are dancing,
but not I,
I sob alone to myself.
The allers make their minds,
no one for me tonight,
but that is not unusual,
so I'll sit again with out a light.
Twisted smiles look at me,
only to decieve,
this constant pain consumes,
but no help shall I recieve.
Fear not for my foolish self,
I do not need company,
nor do I even need myself,
while I sit,
tears roll down my cheek,
but I am entertained,
because all the friends in my mind never cease to speak.

"Envy" and "Lust"

Stand in front of the mirror again,
Turning another shade of darker green,
Wishing that the others would burn,
So that only this beauty could be seen.

Steal away the pain in life,
Put it in a box,
Take someone elses memories,
And turn back all the clocks.

Shut away all competitors,
Let them rot today,
So this amazing ability can have its day,
Even though the freezing water of hell is not far away.

Keep the mirror talking,
While the colors fade away,
Until they’re trapped forever,
As a rotten shade of green.

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Sitting in the corner he notices her,
that rich aroma penetrates his senses,
that exquisite look gives him chills.
So long he's tried to control,
this impatient feeling,
if only he could run away from it,
if only she weren't so damn beautiful.

Cold showers come standard,
after a night of female influenced dreams,
only to sit next to her,
on a long and strenuous ride to school.
It's her fault anyway,
he tells himself every day,
but eventually he'll get his way.

He wants his lips on hers,
while hands roam the area he so often dreams of,
if only he could have her,
this feeling would be gone,
and he could find someone else to lust upon.

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I wish I knew beauty like yours,
shining in the night,
a beacon of light shone in the dark,
against the trials of humanity.
The moon pales in comparison,
to the dilligent sparkle in your eyes,
creating only comfort and warmth,
heat against the dark and bitter night.
Your smile ends my misery,
your laughter ends my pain,
your kiss makes me feel whole,
so I can breathe again.
THe mocking world around us,
may laugh in my face,
but I know you're always there,
because you'd never leave me alone,
not in this intrepid place.
My heart is saved for you,
because you saved me from myself,
when my life was closing in,
now I want to show my love for you.
The stars shine not,
when competing with your eyes,
and without your amazing love,
my heart would wither and die.

"♥'s"

Sometimes hearts break.
Sometimes they're misused.
Sometimes hearts have nowhere to turn.

Hearts can mend,
hearts can bend,
hearts can always find a way back home.

"I've Lost"

I've lost,
there is no escape,
not a single way out,
not from this intrepid place.

I've lost,
senses have been used,
just toss me in the trash,
its worth it after all this abuse.

I've lost,
giving in completely,
just save yourself the time,
no need to get rid of me neatly.

I've lost,
nothing is worth it now,
the pain forever grows worse,
because I've given up,
and I don't even know how.

"Truth"

"The truth will set you free."
Free from what?
From the tribulations of your soul echoing the wrongs which you committed?
At what price does the truth become unnecessary?
When you've dug yourself so far into the ground with your lies that you're buried?
Then the truth just becomes that first sprinkle of dirt,
the one that weighs heaviest on your heart,
while your lies wish you goodbye.
It's funny how lies sometimes come easy,
but others you choke out because the truth is just screaming to be known.
Why can the words seem true at one point,
and yet those same words sound like callous lies at others?
What is truth?
When is truth right if fact and intuition are wrong?
And yet the word,
it can still be right,
it can still be true.

"My Heart" by Paramore

"My Heart"

I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone

Stay with me, this is what I need, please?

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard the sound, the sound of my only hope

This time I will be listening.

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(My heart, it beats for you)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (It beats, beats for only you)
My heart is yours (My heart is yours)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
My heart, my heart is yours (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)

(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go, please don't fade away)
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is...

"Addiction"

Give me a half glass of misery,
top it off with pain,
throw in a dash of the hopes,
toss in a drop of disdain.
Let me drink to this here life,
which just seeps through my skin.

Shoot this despair up,
creating my ecstatic depression,
which curtles and turns,
souring every good thing around.
Just another syringe full of hate,
to fill the room with the usual mates.

I'll beg on my knees for another pill,
one that makes this beating heart still,
so that no one else has to endure this trip.
Pop one more loathe-filled capsule,
that will do me in.

I'm screaming,
begging for it really,
FEED MY GUT-WRENCHING ADDICTION.

"My Personal Trauma"

That one little moment,
I just blocked it out,
my dad saying goodbye,
driving away,
I was going to be late anyway.

I went on to my concert,
started throwing up continually,
couldn't figure out why,
didn't really care.

He should've been in the crowd that day,
instead of driving two states away,
he should have sat there,
front center row,
watching me perform,
instead I got to watch him go.

I shut that day out,
didn't think to connect,
that long open road,
leading to my depression and wreck.

Instead a persona was made,
a dark over-shadowing doubt,
pushing me far away from my faith,
showing me the hurt that life was all about.

That was the day my mind shut down,
no longer could I feel the love all around,
that day he drove out of my life,
even though we're together now,
it doesn't feel the same,
it just doesn't feel right.

♥Little Moment of Mine ♥

laying up,
looking at the stars,
you holding me in your arms,
just makes me wish i could still a frame,
and make it always be the same,
just makes me wish i could freeze time,
into that one little moment of mine.

to the heart it may all seem real,
but we're the best of liars.

"My Everything"

you're my last leg to stand on,
you're my guide post in the rain,
you're my lighthouse in the storm,
you're my lean-to to keep me sane.

i love you with my eternal breath,
and wish you never to suffer,
because you've done so much for my happiness,
and i feel for you like no other.

i'm not very good at expressing,
just the way i feel,
but i just want you to hold me,
and always stay right here.

you're my brain,
my heart,
my soul, my light,
and when you're away i don't feel quite right.

you're my everything,
everything that i hold dear,
and i wish you could see how my feelings are so clear.

"Crisis"

Finally she got to sit in the front seat,
this little girl,
at the age of three,
which she had just turned this week.
her mommy looks over,
a tear on her cheek,
and tells her how she loves her,
her voice sounded weak.
She asked what was wrong,
her reply was:
"my darling i love you,
just please don't ask me this."
She pouted and screamed,
and begged what was wrong,
but mommy kept silent,
she'd been like that for so long.
Finally,
after a brief lapse of time,
she tapped mommy's shoulder,
and looked in her eye,
"mommy, i love you,
so please tell me why,
I dont understand,
its making me cry".
Her mother looked up,
only to find,
her loving little daughter,
wanted to know what was wrong,
and she didn't want a lie.
Finally the words came,
mom started to speak,
"My baby,
we're in a crisis this week."

"Lies"

Lies,
embedded into the fabric of time,
what was real?
what were mine?
Depression seeks an ember,
to set the sky ablaze,
creating constant misfortunes,
that will last me all of my days.
Lust seeps from the streets,
plaguing victims with its narrow feat,
throwing scandals all around,
even the good in your eyes is nowhere to be found.

"Tired"

she looks up at him and says: I'm tired.
Tired of waking up in a freezing sweat,
tired of nightmares that would scare the boogeyman.
I'm exhausted.
Exhausted from faking a smile constantly,
exhausted from the stress of watching life fall apart.
I'm drained.
Drained from the heartache all around me,
drained from the constant sorrows that surround me.
I'm weary.
Weary in my life,
weary in my time.
Mostly, I'm just tired.

"Rain on the Tundra"

lightning broke across the sky,
giving way to fleeing lives of passers by,
constant clapping in the scene,
a thunderous applause of the magic beeing seen.

screams of fear were rampant,
stunned campers looked on,
and yet we stayed,
hand in hand,
just standing there in awe.

rain drenched down,
flooding the wonderous plain,
creating a supernatural aura,
and we stood there,
knowing nothing would ever be the same.

"Get Back On Task"

Sitting at the desk with paper and pen,
slipping away from the task at hand,
was I really so wrong to distract myself?
Was I really so wrong to push my thoughts away?

Inner demons struggle to find the weakest flesh,
eating away at my utmost personal thoughts,
creating a cocoon of misery,
suffocating me in my premature absurdity.

What if I'd been stronger?
What if I'd been able to change something?
Questions buzz around my head,
like bats caught in a cage,
screeching to be let out into the night.

Flashes of nightmares and past events mix together,
only blending to a crimson colored fate,
choking on the words of my own survival,
giving way to alarming thoughts of hate.

Why do these things haunt me so?
Why can I not just let it all go?
So instead,
I push it away,
block up the cell for now,
ignore the demonic tunes of misery,
and get back to the task at hand.

"Contagious"

scattering, scrambling, scraping across the ground,
shadows fall upon the floor,
no traces of humans left to be found.
doors all locked inward,
no sign of escape,
hidden no more,
the people have strayed from this place.
only one inhabitant,
a weepy, wormy, willful boy,
keeping peace,
and digging graves,
for all recent passed,
and those contagious no more.

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The sirens blare,
the sirens wail,
all while we hold our breaths.
Frozen in sight,
by that passive limelight,
as the screams float crisply through air.
The accidents suffered,
through low self-esteem,
create such a fortress,
that our lies can't be seen.
We cry and we moan,
while holding our own,
while the triumph floats through the screen.
We'll laugh and we'll cheer,
while they all dissapear,
and the sirens no more will be seen.

"A Final Farewell"

tears streak down my face as i say goodbye,
so long to the life before me,
farewell to my so called friends.

triumphant hate dwells inside me,
winning all battles near and far.
for the first time i see myself dying,
and there's nothing i can do but watch the fall.

heartache bares down upon me,
bolting me in a nauseas vice,
creating a suffocating spiral,
locking me up in a fascade of ice.

this pressure is unbearable,
this weight i have to hold,
is crushing my heart and soul and mind,
but i must do what i am told.

"My Sweet December Valentine"

my sweet december valentine,
eyes of ice,
heart of stone,
but it all melts away,
and I see you're alone.

my guide post,
my lean on,
when the waves get too high,
but my problems wash away,
when I look in your clear blue eye.

your heartbeat traps me,
the monotonous tune,
but I stir when you're not with me,
even though I know you'll be soon.

my sweet december valentine,
your problems and all,
are my complete passions,
and I never want you to fall.

"Rage"

the floors are creaking again,
the walls are shaking,
that moment has come again,
where he returns.
i didn't want to be there,
i didn't want to hear.
the noises,
loud noises,
covering the night,
leaving the world with a dark fright.
his pitch hurt to hear,
his comforting tone was nowhere near.

the spiraling plunge,
to tears and to rage,
to hate and to love,
compassion to reach out,
but never to touch.
with murder under my breath i continued,
never forgetting the fear,
never reliquishing my hate,
that was clear.

constantly i screamed the excuses,
his life at work is rocky,
he just needs some order,
if only his day was shorter.
but no matter how hard i try,
i can't understand,
how this rage is taking the upperhand.

"The Storm Comes... (and leaves again)"

you're sitting on the ground,
waiting for the rain again.
you feel the water pass overhead,
but not dripping down.
you gaze onward,
waiting for the storm,
watching on the horizon,
knowing full well you'll be blown away upon its arrival.

the trees shake,
the thunder rattles the sky and ground,
animals are fleeing,
looking for guidance that will not be found.
but not you,
you sit soaked in your absurdity,
holding on to your last grip of hope,
while all warnings fly out the windows.

the trees come crashing down,
spraying with mist of sand and sea,
cars are tumbling under water,
but not that you can see.
your dreams are fleeing,
like the cars in line for evacuation,
but this storm just keeps on decieving,
blocking all exit paths in view.

suddenly the trees stop,
the whipping breeze is pulled to a whisper,
the galaxy has reversed itself,
for something new is with you.
a single glance,
a narrow shot in the dark,
the storm is over,
no damage is done,
because you managed to keep your hope.