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Beautiful DisguiseHer eyes are dark and clouded,
Swallowed by thoughts you'll never know,
Her perfect smile is shrouded,
By the whisper of pain below.
Her hair depicts a vibrancy,
The she wishes to someday feel,
But the colours - like her emotions,
Are far from being real.
Her mind is taunted and torn,
By agonizing voices and angry lies,
Still every day she finds the strength,
To put on a beautiful disguise.
Though her fašade has its holes,
Her personality always charms,
And on those days the darkness reigns,
I'll hold her tightly in my arms.
I Am A RobotI am a body with no mind,
My thoughts and soul were left behind,
Stolen by words wrapped in hate,
Ripped apart by a cruel fate,
This girl you see with hazel eyes,
Is just their robot in disguise.
I am a mouth with no voice,
My words fell silent without a choice,
Muted by the lack of care,
My screams weren't heard anywhere,
This girl you see with a broken smile,
Has been their puppet for awhile.
I am a glance that never sees,
My eyes are blinded to beauty,
Covered by years of endless pain,
I no longer notice things I can gain,
I am a mask,
An empty box,
It's safe to say Alycia is lost.
sweet simplicitiessweet simplicities, how i miss your sound,
the silence of mind when no one's around,
now i'm older and struggling to keep my feet on the ground.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your face,
no worries of how to win life's race,
now i'm older and struggling to find my place.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your touch,
the carefree thoughts that meant so much,
now i'm older and struggling to keep happiness clutched.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your taste,
no words on my tongue - no speaking in haste,
now i'm older and struggling to get my words straight.
sweet simplicities, why did age steal you away..?
love is evollove is evil in disguise,
but we all still crave love's lies,
that feeling of being the only one,
yet we get replaced once things come undone.
we're told it's patient and forever kind,
if that's true, true love is hard to find,
i'll admit sometimes it lasts for years,
but more often than not it's replaced by tears.
broken hearts caused by untrue words,
at the end of the day the concept's absurd,
like a china cup clasped in a child's hand,
there's a very slim chance love with withstand.
after hurtful words, and tears, and pain,
is there really anything that we can gain?
i'm not sure what true love's about,
but when it comes to "evol", count me out.
In My Hearti can't explain it in words 'cause they're much too weak,
and i'm finding you've robbed me of the need to speak,
i don't know what it is or where exactly we went right,
but now you're on my mind when i fall asleep at night.
your arms once forbidden are now surprisingly secure,
your lips once spitting fire now offer a sweet allure,
nobody ever expected things would end up this way,
and i still have trouble grasping it at the end of the day.
conversations are endless and i couldn't complain,
i'm finding these thoughts harder and harder to contain,
you light up my world and leave me begging for more,
and the comfort of your touch is one i much adore.
you may not be mine and i don't mind if you're not,
as long as you know in my heart your name holds a spot.
Once Upon A Timeyou could have had true love forever, but you didn't have the time,
instead you made it feel like loving you was nothing more than a crime,
you could have had perfection if you spared a few minutes to speak,
instead you decided to throw it away when you know we were unique.
every second we wasted fighting was recovered through hours of pleasure,
and the love we shared through everything was one no one could measure,
we could have made it through but you turned a cold shoulder to it all,
forget about the memories - i thought you said you'd never let me fall.
we could have kissed and made up like we have every time before,
but for some reason you decided that talking it out was a chore,
i know i've said some things i shouldn't - i know i've done much worse,
and there's so many mistakes that i wish i had the power to reverse.
once upon a time your eyes were open to the bigger picture at hand,
but you've closed your eyes to the truth and refuse understand,
love doesn't just happen - it tak
Why Love Is A Four Letter WordLet me tell you why "love" is
A four letter word
Its so people will overuse it
So they'll say "love"
Every other time they speak
(A secret plot to replace "that")
So it doesn't sound weird
Like an unpronounceable rumble
Of letters for every time
You feel the need to repeat
And repeat, those four letters.
("I love love love snickers"
Heard that sentence way too many times)
So we'll be confused by it
So easily replacing two letters
Changing "Like" to "Love"
With a flick of the tongue
So we'll adore the simplicity
Of the word that so easily spoken
Can define the thousands of emotions
We feel for each other
So it can be similar
To the words that are so
Easily birthed from it
Like "hope" and "need"
So we won't forget it
Like we sometimes forget
The smaller things about each other
Or even the larger things,
But those four letters
Will stay in our memories
And on our tongues.
"Love" is a four letter word
Because while nothing can define
They way that I feel for you
They way your ey
A Ghost Ship Named 'TITANIC'
The new ship sails by me, callous with behavior cruel,
Churning up the blackening waves, racing through night's cool.
Paying not a bit of heed to me waiting by,
Who watches their every move with a disapproving eye.
They know who I am, they do know my name,
But they sail by me in haughty manner all the very same.
They think I am an old girl, and therefore are not wise,
True, I may be old, but I do not speak of lies.
Those ships would learn a lot from me if they merely heard,
What I could tell them in a few and simple words.
I will tell you new ships what I know in my very heart,
Listen closely to me, and my words shall never part:
My decks were long and pleasurable, filled with a gentle breeze,
I was once the most beautiful on all seven seas.
People laughed aboard my decks, stood upon my bow,
But, that moment was so long ago, no one is on me now.
No one gazes out my windows,
No one sweeps down my elegant stairs,
No lady st
Don't Judge Me...I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts,
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
I just wanted to tell you something, so please listen to me and no one else.
I love you.
I look up to you.
I think you're nice.
I think you're great.
I think you're smart.
I think you're sweet.
I think you're pretty.
I think you're talented.
I think you're unique.
I think you're awesome.
I think you're inspiring.
I think you're awe-inspiring.
I think you're different.
There is only one JUST like YOU, and that is worth something.
I think you're beautiful.
I think you're hot.
I think you're funny.
I think you're elegant.
I think you're normal.
I think you're special.
I think you're interesting.
I think you underestimate yourself too much.
You shouldn't, 'cause I say so.
I think you're strong.
I think you're weird but in a funny way.
That is what I like about you, you're different.
I think you're true.
I do not think you're false.
I do not think you're a bad person because of pounds.
Your weight doesn't determine your worth.
That is who you are.
You're MORE than good enough.
Love CrisisFor so long I have been in denial
never seeing the truth in my blind eyes
but I wish I could have a retrial
when all I think about is you and that's when I cry.
I remember our silly talks
how happy I felt when I made you laugh
but I didn't know our time was ticking like a clock
and I was walking on broken glass.
You had been hurt before so the trust had been broken
and my love felt like a token that I should have never spoken.
When all I want is to be in your arms again
I wish I could start over and let this love begin.
When it rains I think of the pain
and all the rumors that made me look vain
made you mad and run away when I only wanted you to stay
as I feel my life start to fray.
For so long I was in denial of love
never wanting to admit that it was true
but when you left and I wanted to redo
you left and the pain was to much to even shove.
Depressing DarknessI take a glance,
At the scars on my wrists.
They tell me,
It doesn't have to be like this.
I want to talk,
To let it out.
But nobody is there to listen,
Even when I scream and shout.
Depression is dark,
So speak up.
Before it takes you away,
And covers you up.
Mirrorthe silver toned glass,
glazed with steam and dust,
this bitter illusion i call a life,
plays its shadowed reflection before me,
the sinking torment of humanity,
laid bare before my eyes,
and how this reflection haunts me,
eyes glassed over and empty,
gazing out from the cracks,
chalky skin and scraggly hair,
the bitter visage of a dead man,
and no where to go,
the sinking feeling of my chest,
the drowning torment of my heart,
the cacophonous laughter of its beating,
a lonely joke,
and i ask this shallow reflection,
am i not the loneliest of all?
Israelitei know i apologized to you for these emo-painted rants but what am i but an Israelite to God/~ God is in your eyes and sometimes i think i can see it finding Revelations (yes)~ but there is always that step never taken/ never walked/ i think it must be jealously but what else do you call love/~ it is that but painted in blood and sacrifice/ i guess that's another over-generalization but its so much easier to suffocate on that than the truth/~ truth is subjective i guess which must be why its been three years now on the journey/~
is this the curse of a moon?/~ never to be as orbited as its own planet/ as it watches it get better for the winner below/~ i can tell myself that you are losing yourself to the sand but i think im more annoyed that i am not your centre of attention rather than itself being itself/~ i am pissed off at my star (or should that be two green malachites?)~/
you hate poetry/ and this is that/ which is ironic judging by your name/ and you can accept this like t
A Known DemiseA heart made of black granite stone
pain chiseled to the marrow of my bones
years and hopeless hours of misery shown
with a shattered broken throne.
What contempt can be heard
when the tears in your eyes are hopelessly blurred
feeling like a hopeless caged bird,
when you try to forget the pain until your words become slurred.
I'm here again in this broken home that I named pain
with no smiles or laughs that could have been gained
when it pours down on you with crystal rain
while your shackled in stained rustic chains.
In pieces I crawl to the remnant ashes of my heart
with the past that crawled to me knowing it took part.
I would try with a mutter to find help, to call
but no matter how I tried I would slip off my sanity and fall.
I tried so hard trying to make it on my own
to trap everyone out through my walls of cobblestone
but it only seemed to rip my wounds making me feel alone
with love that I only harshly would postpone.
Almost at the edge I walk in pieces carrying my ashes
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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