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Time is everywhere
All around us
Although you may not see it
You experience the changes time make
Although you do not realize it
You can notice what is happening
And when it has happened, you will blame time
However, time goes on
Time is nothing
Time is everything
What makes the world go around is us
Sometimes through incidents
Other times through emotions
But often, things happen because of our actions
Life of a DeerTo walk around
A new area
To be hunted down
Shot in the leg
To bleed enormously
From the wound
Moving on to get away
Missing Tea CupI lift the cup
To my lips
Delightful green tea
Served the best way possible
From a big, wide cup
In the middle of the night
While writing poems
And missing you
Sue Part 1"Do you sometimes regret and wish we still were friends? Do you sometimes want to go back? Back to the day you sent me out of your door. If we could go back, you could stop yourself from throwing me out of your home, out of your life. You could ask me to come back inside, and to sit down and talk about it. You could’ve asked me to always be by your side, until we both ceased to exist. Sadly, you decided to forget me. You told me to leave, and so I did. However, I noticed how you always looked after me when you walked out the door of the local café. You seemed to long after me, and I needed you. You seemed to want me, despite admitting it.
I never let go of you. Every day since we parted, I have been watching you. I haven’t stalked you, oh no: I’ve just happened to purposely walk in the same streets as you usually do. I have always been keeping a distance from you, making sure you did not see me, but mostly to prevent myself from getting in trouble. Do not misun
Good nightLet me turn off the lights
I want to sleep
I am going to sleep
Carefully laying my head
Down on the pillow
Tucking sheets around me
The eyelids are getting heavier
I close them slowly
And then I go to bed
I'm laying comfortable
While I let the sleep
Conquer the whole me
The Old LadyThere is an old lady
Walking among people
She wears a veil
Of blondes and camelias
To hide her face
Sometimes, she walks past
She misses laying there
The peace she felt while resting
She's moved on
Though she's sometimes tempted
To rest in her grave
She is so old
Of course she wants a break
Emilie Autumn mashupIn the courtyard, used to sing as loud as she could
Locked away here, she’s been quiet, lovely and good
But no one listens now
She lost her voice, she had no choice
‘cause “marry me” he said through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do
Though I’m not your chambermaid
You’re not my lord
All the fine games we played have left me bored
So I ask him to
Meet me beneath my balcony and say
“No one but you could ever fill my night,
be the sunlight in my every day”
Misery loves company
And company loves more
More loves everybody else
But hell is others
Therefore, I want my innocence back
And if you don’t get it to me
I will cut you down
Rusty Steel syringe? Check!
There’s nothing more you can do
I’m gonna blame it on yo
RelativesIs this my fault?
Is it I who did this to you?
Killed you, made you hate yourself
Bury yourself deep under the ground
It was not intentional
I walk to your grave
Not every day, not even every week
But every now and then
I could say I miss you
But no, you are nothing to me
As I am nothing to you
You are something to me
A rose who withered in front of my eyes
I tried to put you in some water
But you just would not stay there
I wonder, if we had known
What the future would bring
Would we then had chosen the same way?
Walked this path together
Only to part our ways in the end
I miss you
Do you miss me?
I hate you
Do you hate me?
My loved oneI know you hate it
But if you could just see
Why I need to tell you
I do not want to hurt you
Believe me, never will I
I just really need you
I know I don’t deserve you
Yet, please never leave me
What a burden it would be
A happening I would not bear
To experience, to see
I need you to be with me
Need to be in your hands
I need to stay with you
I know I don’t deserve you
So please, my Love, do not
Pretend that I do
How can you? Don’t you see?
I will nothing but hurt you
You say no, but you’re wrong
Love will slowly kill
So let us die together
So none of us will mourn
Let us be together
And never walk alone
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
CryDon`t you see my tears?
I`m crying for you
I`m crying for what I lost
And for what I never had
I`m crying for what I`ll never get
But I`m not sure
Why I cry today
It is said that words
Can hurt more than you think
And indeed, they can
But my tears are not
For the spoken words
At least, they are not this time
I cry for the words no one said
I cry for the silence that came
No one ever told me
What they wanted to say
Their thoughts remained unspoken
I lost the most precious thing in life
I lost the key
To my happiness
I`m searching for it, everyday,
But I just can`t find it
I`ve lost my sight
My eyes are covered
Covered with all these tears
Why can`t you see
The emptiness I feel?
Why can`t you look
Behind the smile I put on?
When I say "everything`s fine"
Just know that I am lying
So you don`t have to feel
The same as I do
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