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Still StandingIs that all you've got?
Is that the best you can do?
All we've got to show for our love true.
I'm still standing,
holding out a heart so black and blue.
With skinned knees
and trembling shoulders,
my lungs shaking in my chest,
I'm still here
after all love's done to me,
and I'm not sure
I can say the same for you.
But now the light is dimming,
so let the lamp affix its beam:
open my heart up one last time
let's take a look inside,
and see how deep the damage goes.
Heart SurgeryThese scars have deformed,
a heart so smothered
in silvery lines,
it can no longer breathe.
I open my eyes to realise:
you have been keeping me alive
by reaching into
a hole you punched through my chest,
and massaging my heart into living again,
only for you.
But the moment you stop...
The terror in my eyes
belies the serene smile of the devil
on your face of an angel.
Shades of GreyDeft the hand that writes our page,
changing the way
So many unfinished sentences,
and questions that only serve
to question themselves.
You ripped the pen away without a word,
so our story will never be finished,
and you paint over it all
in six hundred and sixty six shades of grey.
I'm lost somewhere in the middle,
unable to find my way back
to wherever I began,
without a hand to guide me,
without your arms to hold me up.
I fumble blindly,
feeling my way along the wall that never breaks
and contains no angle or edge crease,
smoothly I swirl round and round,
following the gently sloping feeling,
only sinking further into
the hell you made only for me.
ScarsI take a step forward,
with one foot on the straight and narrow,
and one foot on the ledge,
I take a deep breath,
watching the devil's hand uncurl,
beckoning me to take another step,
and put my faith in him,
To hold me up
and never let me down.
And I realise...
I trust him
more than I'll ever trust you again.
I've seen its true face:
I know love for what it really is,
and I fear for those still under its thrall.
I know there are some wounds
that will never heal,
and they are never meant to.
But when night wraps
her thighs around me,
I trace a finger along the scars
you left me with,
following the path
that leads to the hole in my heart.
They keep me company.
The only thing I've got
to show that you ever existed.
Nighttime PleasuresWith six hundred and sixty six feathers,
your wings spread wide for me,
open up and breathe me in,
snuff me out like the flame of hope
love once had for us.
I'll slip beneath the notice of the world
as I give in to you
one last time.
Even though I know I'll never feel
the way I did before:
I was safe, warm, loved,
and everything was going to be all right.
Now you're gone,
and I'm left alone
exposed to the world around me
without my cocoon.
Everything's hard and cold,
too rough on my skin compared to you.
But I couldn't regret a single moment of it,
and I'm ready to die knowing
I felt the kiss of heaven,
the arms of a sanctuary
made just for me.
Even though we don't live
in eachother's worlds anymore,
when night pulls a starry blanket
over our heads again,
we return home to eachother,
just for the darkness.
I blame the sun
for tearing me away from you,
singing birds and morning air,
pretend it never even happened.
You love the light
that keeps you alive,
the day that boils my veins,
Living Dead LoveYou keep on pretending
that we are a thing worth saving,
and I used to think
there'd never be a never for us.
Just keep pretending
our happy ending is worth the waiting,
and I'll hold on tight
to whatever is left of us,
my heart hanging in tatters,
breathing ragged and uneven.
You heave a sigh of relief,
and find yourself at rest, sated, spent,
upon the sweat of my breast again,
while I trace a lazy finger along your veins,
all the way to your heart,
vines growing over the path behind me
so that I may never go back home.
And like Marlon Brando, reality comes
crashing through the gate,
and I remember exactly why
I cannot be with someone
in equal measure now.
QuenchCracked and dry, my lips part.
Thirsty and unrequited,
my tongue aches to trace its way
all over your skin.
I cough and splutter,
heaving until I bring up the words,
tangled and dirty,
which will guide you beneath my hands.
Weak and small,
yet they are strong enough
to bring you to your knees,
and beg of me never to stop.
FireThis fire crackles and spits,
the love that finally ended in a blaze.
I could hold my hand right in the flames,
and I'd no longer feel a thing.
I could watch my skin blister and burn
and I'd feel just nothing since
you set me on fire
and then left me there to die.
This is the cleansing fire.
The one to burn all wounds
SelfishLove is a selfish emotion;
self congratulatory and gratuitous.
One that consumes,
until there's nothing left.
Darker than jealousy
and deeper than the ocean.
I'd rather drown,
or be buried alive
than ever feel like this again.
Such a powerful opiate,
like a weeping wound
and it seems like
it will never heal.
Ignorance truly is bliss.
I thought I knew what love was...
What did I know.
Every time I think I've found
what I didn't know I was looking for
I feel like the biggest fool
when it blows up in my pretty face.
Now tearstained and streaked with makeup,
an empty bottle beside me,
as I lay me down to sleep,
just for a little while,
you're still lying there next to me.
love makes you make no senseyou are honey-tongued,
thick and sweet words
dripping down my fingers
as i put them
to my lips.
winter rolls in,
high hills and iced walls
but i inch ever-closer
to your darted waist
and sink in-
you are my favourite sweater.
i am more in love with you
than there are freckles on my face
at the peak of summer;
i am more in love with you
such sweet kiss upon soft lips
brings bliss and wonderment
to me this morning early
when the sun is still below
my horizon line I yet see
brightness from the East
coming to me over miles
bringing love and passion
to kill all sorrows forever
my appreciation to you
Helena love and a kiss
upon your lips dear
What you are. The PromiseYour smile is like heaven,
filled with hope, filled with love,
that only you could have ever given.
Your eyes shine like stars,
watching upon me,
as I live my life to the fullest.
Your heart warms my life,
it is so caring and very warm welcoming,
that only you could have ever shown.
Your life is my treasure,
that I will cherish,
and keep it like precious gold.
You are the sun in the day time,
that brought me to find happiness,
peace and carefree to this world.
You are the moon at night,
watching down upon me,
as I sleep with magical dreams.
You are the love of my life,
that looks down upon me,
helping me guide the way to happiness.
You were always my lover,
my life, my treasure,
and I will always love you
and that is the Promise I shall keep
he dreams of happy endingshe dreams of happy endings, and hopes to find it in her.
he confides his hopes into her, in the hopes that he may draw an emotion from her.
he tells her that she is his future, she says nothing of the kind.
she smiles and speaks of how a soul is ruined and he says her soul was not ruined.
she smiles and whispers that she has none.
DevourerNot even the world;
all that glitters –
all that's gold.
to sate, to fill
the emptiness inside.
So long as
the stars should shine,
and the moon above glows –
will never be
enough to fulfill.
As I watch you rise
Can't help but to think
How similar we are
Your wings are spread
And you shine so bright
Can't help but to smile
Cause I know how you feel
And I how Blind you are
Cause I was like you
And I was betrayed
Now like a Fallen Angel
I watch and wait
Wait for the inevitable
Wait for you to join me
wait for you to see i will stand by your side
No matter how hard it is
I will hold your burden so you can shine again
Cause you are my Sun
And my love for you is like a Shadow
Shadow that will become darker when your light is stronger
Odd CoupleThe two of us come from different worlds
An East Coast Boy meets a West Coast girl
As a white boy, I never dreamed I would love a Chicana
And that the Chicana would love me!
Both of us are strange
Nerds, geeks, and weirdos
But she makes me happy
She loves me tenderly
So, I say to her cordially
"I love you for you accept me as I am"
Her response is, "I can't wait to be yours always"
Large, hairy, ugly am I
Deserving her I do not
Yet, you loves me all the same
And actually thinks I'm cute
Fancy that as it may
We make an odd couple
"Cherish this always and don't lose it"
That's my plan
HOPELa chica esperó una eternidad, dos eternidades, tres eternidades, para que la volvieran a ver. Esperó sin comida, ni agua, sin luz ni calor. Todo lo que era vital ella lo dejó para que la volviera a ver.
Levantó su mirada y encontró ese rostro anhelado, ese rostro que le había tendido la mano. ¿Qué es esto? Sigue sonriendo, pero ya no es una sonrisa agradable. "¿Pasa algo?" Ella sonríe tímidamente.
Sus pies sienten ese impulso que los hace avanzar, pero sabe lo que significa eso, entonces cada huella de sus pies, todo lo que rozan sus manos de pudre, se vuelve viejo y se desvanece.
"Lo siento..." Dice sin entender porqué.
Él se aleja sin voltear, susurra algo que ella no logra precisar en un inicio, pero en el fondo lo sabe, lo entiende. Sus ojos se llenan de sedimento salado, se cristalizan y las lágrimas no llegan a salir, solo se evaporan, irritándola. Entonces ella tambié
Broken Hearts, Battle LostBecause when she was young and she confessed her love; he thought it was all a joke. So she hid her broken heart and laughed along, lying, agreeing, saying it was only a joke. Because when they where smaller they used to play together, she hoped he would get a hint, about how her heart felt. But he kept on normally, not caring about her heart, she thought he was ignoring her, while in truth he just hadn't noticed.
Because always in class the teacher would sit them together, she thought maybe that could help, and tell him at last. But he never had time, he was always busy, she thought he was avoiding her, it made her heart cringe in pain.
Because when she entered painting classes she noticed there he was there too, in fact the only male in all the class. They sat together to paint, talking and chatting, it made her heart melt. But at the end it seemed as if nothing had changed, he was still treating her, as just a friend.
She started wondering what she did wrong, began to fee
A StormThe waves crashing around me
remind me of a happy time.
This wind, it whips and snatches
my hair away from my face,
it never lets me hide.
I am the weathered, the broken shell
washed up on the stony shore.
The pieces missing are surely my eyes,
because I can never see your face again.
I may be a rocky building,
that has seen the hands of time
mold the lands according to its will,
just like you did to me.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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