For YouI would do anything for youGive an arm, a legAnything you could ever want or needI would give to youI would sacrifice my life for youSo many things I would doI am here for youI love youMore than you’ll ever know
Another Damned SoulThe only reason you’d be sorry if I were to die is because you’d lose your favorite vent. A vent that isn't new or old, your favorite one that works the best in the whole house. Vents are your favorite thing. They’re always there for you because they can’t speak or even make a noise or you’d just change them until they’re quiet again. And vents can’t leave, or break, because you’d just replace them without a second thought in your mind to their feelings. Another damned soul into the lonely, empty graveyard of the forgotten dead. The ones everyone abandoned. No one really, truly cared about. The ones that every night cry out just for someone to reach out and ask, “Are you okay”. Not to be the vent, but the friend. To not just have to listen, but to be heard. To be able to say, “I’m not okay” and not be judged. To be able to be human.
OpheliaDo you ever have the feeling you were destined to do something great? To make your impact on the world? Fight crime. Find the cure for cancer. Save all the puppies. Well, I never got one of those feelings. I just go to school, go to the mall, hang out, eat some food. Nothing special at all. I have a mom, dad, and even a little sister. A typical family. Sister is Lily, stepmom is Denise, and stepdad is Steven. My sister looks like Denise, brown eyes and hair; only thing Steven has different is the hair, black like a stallion.Oh right, probably should introduce myself. Name is Ophelia. There is a little difference between them to me... I have blonde hair and green eyes. Just a small difference right? Well, it's kind of because I'm adopted. Thing is, mommy and daddy didn't think they could have kids of their own when they adopted me at four. But nine years later Lily pops out. Guess it took a while to kick it into drive. Steven and Denise knew my real parents from college and they couldn
There goes my heartThere goes my heartYou keep breaking itThere goes my heartThe aching painThere goes my heartSmashed into piecesThere goes my heartInto dust it turnsThere goes my heartNever to be seen again
Surrounded by LoveSurrounded by darknessEncased by fearNothing but screams to bearCold as a desert nightLonely as the single wolfEndless tears to fallTime ticks slowlyA light can be seenToo far to reachClose enough to teaseA tired soul cries outNever to be heardSurrounded by darknessEncased by fearNothing but screams to bearCold as a desert nightLonely as the single wolfEvery tear to be shedLight overcomes the darknessSurrounded by loveWarm and safeNever lonelyAlways togetherNot a single tear to be shed
Love...Through it all.All that we do.Do what you must.Must you say that?That you don't love,Love is so stupid.Stupidly in love I stay.Stay never leave.Leaving me alone?Alone I am.Am I really?Really I am free.Free at last.
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.Eat an entire chocolate cake,Swallow all the pills you need to take -'Medication' isn't a dirty word.Wear a princess dressOr a band t-shirt withJeans in distress -Boy or girl or anything in between,Stand before that mirrorTake a twirlAnd see how beautiful you are.Go for a run,Have some fun,Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,Curl up in bed -Take a vacation from your head.Phone a friendAnd talk for hours,Or stay in your roomAnd wait for the darknessTo end -No need to pretend,Just do what you need.Paint a pictureOr write a sonnet,Or just sit stillAnd breathe -Things willGet better.Pick some flowers,Take hoursJust for yourself -You are just as specialAs anyone else.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Who had lost all of his pride and joy.He wore his heart on his sleeves.Which were stained red,From all of the blood that he bled.The boy died...By the blade of a knife.That he ran up and down his wrists.And I couldn't help but cry.That poem was fake.There wasn't such a boy.It wasn't a true story.But... Then I began to realize.That just because it wasn't that specific boy.There are others just like him.Begging for death.Slitting their wrists,And hoping to die.Because so many times,They've tried,And so many times,They've cried.But nothing gets better!I just wanted to say,I've been that boy.At some point.I felt that way.And I just wanted to say,I am so sorry.I know it hurts but hang on another day.Another month,Another year.Please, stay with me dear.Don't join that boy,No, not tonight.Stay with me,Please?
quirks.when i was a child:i loved to steal.i would go around my neighborhoodand steal lawn ornaments.at daycare, i would steal moneyand toysand food.once, i stole my next door neighbor’srabbit statute.when my parents confronted me,the lie was smooth and solid:i saw so-and-so take it.--when i was a child:i loved to lie.i would make up storiesto get reactions out of people.to see if they’d believe me.for fun.once, i convinced my friend charlottethat i had twenty-four hours to live.when she burst into tears,i had to bite my tongueto keep from laughing.--when i was a child:i loved animals.i would lock my dog in the closetand in the bathroom.a lot of my neighbors left birdcages outduring the dayso i set all of the birds free.once, i imagined what it would be liketo kill an animal.then, i imagined what it would be liketo run over it repeatedlywith a carso i did it with my scooterto a rose i foundbecause it was redlike blood.--when i was a
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
Unanswered QuestionsMy little sister.Asked me why,Beautiful people had to die.And I didn't have an answer for her,Because I've asked the same thing,So many times.My little sister,Asked me why my uncle self medicated,On alcohol.She asked me why there were blood stains,In the hall.I didn't have an answer for her,Because I didn't want to tell her,Where the blood came from.My little sister,Asked me why mother never smiled anymore.Why she kept us locked out,Behind closed doors.She asked me why,Mother always cried.And I didn't have an answer for her.Because I didn't want to tell her,Where daddy went.My little sister,Asked me why I never answered her.And I said,If I told you,You'd feel like all of us,You'd feel,Dead.
absent resolvei.i cradle my hopewith both hands,as if holding it closewill give it the warmthto stay alive.when you come nearit flares and rustles,begging to take flight;yet i am both caressand cage.ii.we have confused our signals,mixed our drinks andnever together.closure looms ominousbut i would rather forgetthan be caught in thisluminous void ofperhaps -iii.i am weakand perhapsyou are blind,we, silent,are nothingperhaps we could beeverythingif only we spoke.iv.enigma,you have unknowinglytwisted yourselfin helical fundamentalsabout my identity,shaped me inabsence andthe embers ofa chance.i wish i knewwhen to releasethis frail hope.v.we're both drunkand you're shaking,caught in a momentneither here nor now.entwined fingersbring you back tothe present, and i lingerbut you are eager to eclipsethis vulnerability,so you run.vi.i'm too afraid to ask,but at least the question'sanswered:we're both cowards.
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paintEyeliner eyes.I am a soldier in my own war;A force split in two sides.I am a force of natureBring about my own raptureAnd I’ll bring you to your knees.Say pleaseLittle girl lost.Cut off my hairCut into my skinPretty princess girlCardinal sin.Let me inLet me in.Sugar in my veinsAnd poison in my heart;I can turn bloodInto a work of art.I won’t go there againWon’t do itI won’t.HandsA sea of handsAnd andsIn my head.A universe inside.Dead.Icy skinFiery eyesNobody knowsJust what's inside.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.I'm cold and cruel,Hateful and quick to anger.I'm flawed.I prefer darkness over light.But demons can have feelings too.I can be hurt, offended.I can be sympathetic.I can care for other peopleAnd I can love.I may be a cruel being.Excessively so at times.But that doesn't make me heartless.Though I may seem so,I'm not.I do have a heart.And I do use it.Just not often.Because the problem with having a heartIs it can be broken.And I don't want a broken heart.I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.They're just afraid of getting hurt.
Moon HaloThere's a halo on the moon tonight.String another feathersnipped too soon'round the leather gripsof a scythe curved heavy with souls.Remember:Death is not like the SIMs.There are no warning labels.
Was It Love?She holds on tight,but he lets go,She needs him,but he doesn't need her,She believes,but he gave up,She loves him,but he never loved her.