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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
The Things I've LostI lost my sight
In a world
Of ephemeral light
Hiding a sea of glass
Which I willfully dived into
In the hopes to grab the stars
Reflected in those mirrors.
I lost my heart
In a fantasy
Of perfected eternity
Guising the struggles and pain
Which are wrought
From such delusion
Of true hardened love.
I lost my soul
In a frozen hell
I've lost the right to leave.
My demons tie me down
And I hold them close
For they're the only things
Which bring me warmth.
And I live
In this silent torture
Of my own selfish design
In the hopes
These things I've lost
Will one day be returned to me.
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
16 yearsDear Mom and Dad…
For 16 years, you took care of me.
For 16 years, you fed me and treated me with love, care and kindness.
For 16 years, you listened to whatever was on my mind.
For 16 years, you helped me through the rough times, and showed me the brighter side of life.
For 16 years, you still kept me, even if I was different and not like other kids.
For 16 years, we had arguments that were later solved with apologies, hugs and kisses.
For 16 years, you taught me how to always be nice to people, even if they weren’t nice back.
For 16 years, you spent your hard-earned money on gifts for me and my big brother.
And that is the reason…
Why I love you…
I love Mom and Dad…
I hope you never EVER leave me…
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
Do not love me because you doDo not love me because I'm pretty
Do not love me because I'm single
Do not love me because I'm easy
Do not love me based on love at first sight
Do not think you know me so well
Love me for myself
Stay with me if you think I'm worth your time
Cuddle with me when I'm scared to lose you
Fight for me when I silent myself
Care less when I show my disgusting self
Act strange and weird with me
Be silly when I need a laugh
Do whatever you can to prove yourself
Just do not love me because I'm pretty
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
I AmI am a square peg, in a world of only round holes.
I am out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
I am a white rose growing on a bush of pink.
I am the fear everyone feels in the dark.
I am quartz among glass, yet glass among diamonds.
I am an empty bottle of ink to a new quill.
I am a penny, forgotten on the street, walked over.
I am a king to no people, a god to a non-believer.
I am fire to a flood, a single match to an iceberg.
I am the best I can be, but zero times anything is still zero.
I am that, and never more.
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