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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
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
Darling, wipe those tears awayShe sits in bed
On a lonely night
Late night thoughts floats above
Typical insomnia days
Her soft blanket covers her legs with warmth
Pillow sits up for security of her back
She listens to the music of comfort
The thought of him kills her heart
She begins to sob under the dark night
Darling, why you cry?
It is he whom she hurt
Guilt fills inside of her
The thought of him kills her heart
Darling, wipe those tears of yours
Please don't cry
Because I will cry if you do
Darling, cry no more
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Living.Living in a world where people are afraid to be who they are because of other people's opinions;
where children run around with their heads on loose because they don't know what to believe in.
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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