I am almost oblivious,
so close that things that
are clearly meant to be
understood aren't.
Gullible is part of my personality
and if you don't like it
then walk away now.
I love you doesn't mean
the same thing anymore,
it's just another way to say
you want me in that sleazy
kind of way when sex is all
that love is involved in.
I have heard that phrase
long enough and that is what
I am accustomed to believing.
Somehow, I always trusted you
when you told me you cared,
that's when I realized I said
that exact thing to you
and it never had a meaning.
I try so hard not to let you
see how much I can't stand you.
That's why when I say I'm
almost oblivious...
I mean I am almost oblivious
as you...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
What Am I?
What am I to you?
Your personal anger
management...
some sort of stress
reliever you unleash
your fists on?
I can't tell if your smiles
are true or not so
I always stand clear
of what can happen.
What am I to you?
Was I every anything?
I've seen old pictures
where I sat in your lap
where I sat in your lap
and the smile you were
wearing is nothing like
the one you give me today.
Those memories are faded
and I can't do anything,
but close my eyes and try
to remember how
everything changed.
What am I?
Please, just tell me.
It doesn't even matter
how much it will hurt,
because it will never
compair to how
I already feel.
I feel like you hate me,
the feeling I have conceived
toward you is dislike,
and I know this isn't right.
What am I to you?
I don't even care.
I just want you to love me.
I want to be teh daughter
you always wanted and
not the failure that
you beleive I am.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Sweet October
Come back to me sweet October.
Bring back that crisp air
and the smell of decaying leaves.
Come back to me sweet autumn.
Please return to me my love.
These passed six months
without you slowly tore away
at the remaining sanity left in me.
You have been away for too
long now and my mind
is already in madness.
When will tomorrow be the
day that I can hold
your hand again?
I can't take this sadness anymore.
The pain is too much to
endure for another month.
Each day depletes more of me.
I don't know how much
longer I can hold on to
your last words until I
finally break.
I've been living with you in
dreams to keep myself sane.
I hope your doing better
then I am.
I pray for your happiness
every night.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Why Follow?
NOTE: This is a rantish type thing. (Yes, I know rantish isn't a word... I made it up.)
I never understood why the human mind is so easily contorted. Is it true that one always must follow? It can't be... or there would be no leaders. So why does everyone FOLLOW?!
I never understood why the human mind is so easily contorted. Is it true that one always must follow? It can't be... or there would be no leaders. So why does everyone FOLLOW?!
Give Me an Answer
Separate them.
Pick apart everything
until there is nothing left to find.
There is too much
to see inside me.
Paranoia can't escape these
walls of unease and disconfidence.
The only thing that
slips inside is fear.
Fear of lonliness.
Fear of hatred.
Fear of pain.
The lies...
The sadness...
The tears...
What is there to create other then questions?
Hello Memories,
I decied to try and
comfront you again.
Remind me of that thing t
hat I've forgotten.
You know...
that story about the boy that
jump started my heart.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Vampires Kiss
My world was sent spiraling into oblivion
the moment you pressed your lips against my neck.
I gasped for air as you pulled me under.
Your hands slid slowly up my body
creating a ripple of chills through me.
When your hand stopped...
I felt your lips part on my neck.
Your warm breath seeped into my skin,
my heart stopped beating.
I closed my eyes and you ran your tongue
across my neck onto my throat and back again.
I whispered your name...
in that instant you seized control.
You pressed your teeth against
my neck piercing my skin.
My warm blood dripped out...
you drank the sweet liquids as I cried.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Strive So Hard
I wrote this a while ago... but what do you think?
If I didn't have such an
incredible yearning for you
I wouldn't be in this
mode of obsession.
Maybe if I could stop
I wouldn't be so paranoid.
Constant questions flow
through me and escape
without want.
I am so uncontrollable...
my love for you pulls me
way under, drowning
my mind entirely.
Even so,
I want you so much...
I wish that it wouldn't show.
Don't give mind to my
constant worries... I'll try
to vanish them.
The fears push and
rush in, but why?
The words whisper
repetitively keeping me
awake, but why?
I strive too hard and
it hurts... I'm beginning to
slowly slip into constant
pain until I overload...
until I scream.
Hold me...
I want this to go away.
Soon... thats what
I tell myself.
Soon... is what
they say.
No matter how much
more I hurt I refuse
to go.
Without your endearing
smile I can't even live.
Just a little longer...
I will ignore it for now.
I must give myself a rest.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Message in a Bottle
Three years are gone
now and I still
haven't seen you.
You said you'd come
back to me, my love.
I'm still waiting
I want to see your
lovely smile...
The one you gave
me before you set
sail on that rainy
day in April.
The sky was darker
then it ever was.
Remember?
Yuor lips tasted like
sea salt...
I used to hate that.
Now I long for it.
The sea is my home
now, just like it
always was to you.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Eighteen Years Lost
On the bridge of his
adulthood, a boy of
darkness stood in the
grave site of his beloved.
One solitary black rose
clasped in his hand.
His tears feed its open
mouth as a river of
blood stained the stem.
A single rose petal fell
from his fingertips as he
slowly peeled another away.
The shattering ice from the
branches of the sorrowful trees
was heard, echoing all about.
The deathbed was scattered
with pedals he disposed.
They were soon swept away
in the chilly wind like
his memories.
Nothing was left but the
boy and his abandon heart...
Kneeling before the
mound of dirt.
adulthood, a boy of
darkness stood in the
grave site of his beloved.
One solitary black rose
clasped in his hand.
His tears feed its open
mouth as a river of
blood stained the stem.
A single rose petal fell
from his fingertips as he
slowly peeled another away.
The shattering ice from the
branches of the sorrowful trees
was heard, echoing all about.
The deathbed was scattered
with pedals he disposed.
They were soon swept away
in the chilly wind like
his memories.
Nothing was left but the
boy and his abandon heart...
Kneeling before the
mound of dirt.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
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