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Broken TrustTrust is something fragile
Once you break it
It is hard to get back again
Just like the softest rose petals
That withers and dies
Or the stem of that gentle rose
Once it snaps you can
Never get it back
You sit there and watch it
Then you look at that person
With jaded eyes
Looking at them
With the emptiness you feel inside
Knowing it will never be the same
Wondering if you truly knew
Them at all
My Second SkinMy Second Skin
Look deeply into my eyes
And you will see
The silent tears I don't shed
The pain lying deep within
Look past my smile
The laughter you hear
Beneath it is a layer
That echoes the pain
If you truly know me
You will see
Past the mask I where
You will know
What is inside of me.
Masks are real
mine is apart of me
I wear to stay safe
I wear it to stay sane
If it ever shatters
If it ever breaks
I'm not sure I'd make it
I would become undone
It is better this way
I honestly feel
No one really could handle
The real me they would see
Or maybe I am the one
who will not be able
to deal with the one
who would be revealed
I have worn my mask
For far too long
A safe haven for me
Saving me from harm
Turning ColdTurning Cold
She opened her heart once again
To the joys of love to one so dear
Believed in the beauty of his words
Felt his love so deep within
Then once again like before
They all turned to ashes
As she is left empty and alone
Watching as they burned away
A banchee cry falls from her lips
A curse to all men comes from within
As her heart turns into diamonds
As cold as ice and hard as stone
As crystal tears fall from her eyes
She turns her back on all mankind
StayTattered clips of sunny smiles
strewn about throughout the aisles,
tipped and spilled to much dismay
those memories of yesterday.
Volunteered upon this path
oblivious to the aftermath,
the possibility it seemed
of failure was an absurd dream.
Torn from the ground we built upon
moonlight burned the summer song,
undermined the very heart
of the bedrock where we saw it start.
Winter caused the soul to say
an audible wish for a different day,
Without the strength to go away
it's come to this so here we stay.
Healing HugsLaying in the bed,
I listen to the moans.
The sound of the dying.
The shadows hide me,
So I can be alone.
Try to take care of myself.
To get myself back to my feet.
It's not a sickness,
or a wound,
But a blow to the heart.
The shattered hearts laying on the floor,
surrounded by the pieces of souls.
Tread on by the visitors,
Only caring about their own.
I watch the world go by,
As I lay here,
Frozen in time.
Ever since you broke my heart.
Waiting for Time to heal me,
But she passes by everyday.
Sometimes stabbing me along the way.
I cried out for help,
But most just went on their way.
Not wanting to see another cripple.
Hindered by his heart.
There are, however, a few,
Angels in disguise.
The healers of many and the breaker of few.
She helped me fix myself,
With a healing hug,
She patched together my life.
And sent me on my way.
With a promise to be waiting,
If I ever need a healing hug again.
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do best
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen from us
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,
Another tiresome creature yawns.
Lost I am in the depth of thought,
People can't see the battle I've fought.
My scars are hidden by a harden face,
No smile has been found, I have no grace.
I look upon the work I've done,
And find that it is helpful to all of none.
I hate the flesh I'm bound to,
The words I weave I do but rue.
Rueful and spiteful I wish to cry,
But no tears will help me on the inside.
Who will help me to live without pain?
Will anyone try to keep me sane?
Am I lost to the grave?
Well Darn, There Goes My PlanFunny this life we live, there is so much more to see.
The heavens above, filled with no love,
The moon in the sky, larger then you or I.
Can't you see it, the size of it all?
We are ants infesting a house,
A flea eating a mouse.
Where will we be in a few hundred years?
Will we be in tiny boxes living useless fears?
Will we be in the ground, never to be found?
Will you be remembered, for who you use to be?
Perhaps by a few, but never truly by me,
For how am I to know, someone I've never seen?
Time has flown by, it's to late for you and me.
Why do you live, when time will soon blink,
and you will be gone, faster then you think?
UnansweredWhy do the wounded favor their wounds,
And the healed preach of wonder?
Why do stinging eyes fill with tears,
When all they want is slumber?
Why does illness fester with infection,
When it just wants a home?
Why do mothers fight in protection,
If their child will live alone?
Why does man destroy the Earth,
When he wants to live happy?
And why does the parasite cling to it's host,
Just to die from it's insanity?
Tears From Nightmareswhen I dried my eyes
and looked at the towel
it came away red
soaked in blood like bathwater
when I noticed
oh how I screamed
my voice echoing back
like I was atop a mountain
only I was in my room
just woke up like normal
brushed my teeth like usual
washed my face like always
apparently my nightmares got me bleeding tears.
370I'm begging for my dreams on fractured, bloody knees.
Praying without belief to a God with no relief.
I've given all my time, and I think I've lost my mind.
You think me a disgrace as you spit in my face,
Teasing me with hope and feeding me only soap.
But I can finely see, there's nothing left for me,
Someone will take my place, I'm the last in this race.
Just Another DayJust another Day
I try not to cry, though my eyes burn,
Fighting for air, as my chest tightens up,
Needing to scream, yet nothing comes out,
I ache inside, but I don't complain,
It's just another day, of my life,
So what is left to say?
Now I shall end this, morbid poem,
Crawling back into my shell,
And get my emotions under control,
I will look at you, once more with a smile,
So you won't see all that I hide inside,
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