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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 façade 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
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a man
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
Relief. Relief, oh sweet relief
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
All I could sayIs take care
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
QuartzI am your enigma
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beauty
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment
Confused sadness.So much pain --
Even though I [thought] I was prepared
Like - like watching old letters burn
That you kept from your parents;
Like a child pulling helplessly
on the string that once held
their favorite toy;
Or the empty food bowl
with the hungry dog beside it;
Or the woman who watched
her other half
sail away, knowing
she would never see him again.
I thought I could handle it
And I'm still trying
But there it is inconsolable sadness
A slow burn ripping me,
A freight train gutting me,
Splashing me across the tracks;
I just want it to stop -
Please don't go away
I don't want to lose
HushesThe player piano lulls my senses
every note stings
trying to gush out something
from underneath my skin
yet only smoke rises
evanescent from my fingertips
The gentle melody settles like snow
over my little insanity
reaches the surface
of the violent devil within
that's breaking my throat
unable to let loose
a needed scream
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