SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
MonstersWhen I was little I was scared of the dark. Scared is actually putting it mildly. I was petrified beyond all belief of the dark.I always wanted a night light on and the door firmly closed. I'd ask my mom three times to check under my bed for monsters and four for my closet (there was more space for something to hide in there).Nothing was ever there though. At least that my mom could see.No creepy monster that would bite off your toes if they dangled off the bed, no masked villain waiting to sweep into my room from the depths of my messy closet or even a man with fiery eyes and a beard as black as ink to creak open my door."There is no such thing as monsters." My sister would say when I complained the next morning of opening my eyes and seeing them standing over my bed, reaching out towards me. "You're such a baby."I remember scoffing and yelling at her, saying that it had happened, that they weren't just the dark playing tricks on me.Now that I'm older, I understand what the dark
Forget YouI just want to forget.Forget your face,Forget your smile,Forget you.But I know I can’t,Because forgetting you,Would be forgetting a part of me.
Angels in the InfieldA child and teenager sat on the carpeted floor, watching an movie on the old TV. The volume was turned up all the way but couldn't block out the heated voices from down the hall. The youngest, a little girl, fidgeted nervously as she looked back and forth between the TV and the doorway to the hallway where the arguing voices were coming from.“Danny...when will they stop shouting?” she whispered, scooting closer to the boy. Danny sighed, glancing down at his sister before looking back at the screen of a bunch of guys playing baseball with the help of angel men and women.“Emma...they’ll stop soon enough.” Emma frowned, not pleased with the answer.“...is Mommy really leaving?” Danny sighed, turning from the TV to pull his sister into a hug.“...yeah Em. She’s really leaving.” The two were quiet, just watching the movie before the little curly blond spoke up again.“Danny...when is everything going to be no
Please,When you don't know what to say,Don't say a single thing.Just wrap your arms around me,And every word has been said.
Not That GirlI’m not that girl,The one you see sitting in the back,Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.I’m not that girl,That is already done with homework,Five minutes after getting the assignment.I’m not that girl,That flaunts her 100 on a test,By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.I’m not that girl,That has a perfect life,And everything is going perfectly for her.That’s not me.I’m that girl,That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.I’m that girl,That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment when her teacher comments,On her high score she didn't even study for.I’m that girl,Finishing her homework while hoping,The bell doesn’t ring for the class it’s due for to begin.I’m that girl,That’s mind is on anything else,But the lesson on probability.I’m that girl,You’ll never get to know,Cause you ju
I Write.Not to make a perfect world, But to find beauty in our flawed one.Because It makes me feel like a god, I can create mountains,And then destroy them.I don't like this world,So I create my own.Because I want to prove emotions exist,I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.Because no one really listens,When I talk.Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,And the way the pencil moves over paper.Because I want people to care about my characters,The way I care about theirs.Because I can't live forever,But I can create something that will.But mostly,Mostly,Because I want to change the world.
Happy LifeHappy LifeHappy Life,Great IllusionKiller's Knife,Mind PollutionNice Smile,Great AmmusionPeople Die,In Their ConfusionSouls Dirty,In The NightHave You EverFelt The Light?Angels CryIn The NightDid You EverGive A Fight?Demons Bored,Ready To KillWe Didn't FindOther Heal.
PARALLEL IIPARALLEL III'm dying along with myself,every night,Always on the same nightmares,Without being able to help me,But only to wake,If I succeed, so.And when I wake up,I feel worst,Because I'm tiredand even more alone.And hopethat feeds me and kills meat the same time,Always leading meto do again the same mistakesand I feel worst,Because I can't wake up,Neither I want to sleep.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
The StepTake a step,One at aTime.Step forward into,The unknown.It's okay,If you're afraid.Because I amToo.
Fake smileWith needles and threads I sew to make this smile remaina fake smile indeed but thats what it takesto be treated normal once again
Sanctuary?Shadows Can't Follow You In The Dark.
Share SHAREShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
TiredXTiredXPrince Means FrogQueens Were Not PrincessesRobots Rule Inside UsFreedom Needs FreedomReality Is Not SafeAsylum Is SafeBreathing Is FreeAir Is Not FreeGuests Are ExpectedLife Is UnExpectedVirus SpreadsPoison Is LazyBlood Is HotDeath Is ColdSteel Needs Fire And IceSteel Is WeirdWeird Is Not Always ArtPoetry Is Not ArtPoetry Is More Than ArtArt Should Not AnswerAnswers Need QuestionsQuestions Need AnswersAsk The Translator
Who am I?Who am I?I am the voice in your head. Who am I?I am the darkness in your heart.Who am I?I am the doubt that haunts you.Who am I?I am the monster in your dreams.Who am I?I am the one you cannot escape.Who am I? I am you.
InsomniaThere's a party in my headAs I close my eyes to sleep.Little creatures and monsters,Oh, back and forth they creep.On silent tip-toes they walk,Playing melodies in my mind.Finding caverns I have closed,Putting my life on rewind.My mind is somewhere else,But in vain I toss and turn.Little goblins man the lights,And the ghosts try to learn.It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,This untamed party in my head.I try and shut them down,But back and forth they tread.I'm never going to get any sleepAs long as they're awake.They take my tired thoughtsDown every path they can take.Oh, what would I give to haveOne silent and sleep-filled night.But that will never happen,Although I wish with all my might.There's a party in my headAs I close my eyes to sleep.Only when the sun comes upDo they never make a peep.
RosaWe are like a roseYou’re the petalsAnd I’m the thorns.
I Never Was, I'll Never BeI Never Was A Good Whore.I Fall In Love With Poor Guys,but that's ok, I'm Used To MySelf.Once One Of These Guys Was Also In Love With Me.Not From The Beginning,but after the third meetinghe finally accepted our truth.And I was Happy and He was Happy!!!When He was coming To Our Fourth Meeting,he had an accident with his bike.I Never Was A Good Whore.I Never Was,I'll Never Be.
I Fell AsleepI fell asleepIn the arms of the enemy.My worst mistake,As I let his words get to me.I left my lifeIn the hands of a killer.I trusted my bloodTo a man who's a murderer.I closed my eyesAs he lulled me away.I loosened my gripAs he began to sway.I fell asleepIn the arms of the enemy.I lost my life,but I lost my life willingly.
I Fucked Your Mind, SorryI'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You,but I'm a sick bastardthat cannot stay away from you.Nothing less,Nothing more,I cannot let it go,I will not harm you.What I'm Going Through, It's Not Your Fault.What You're Going Through, It's Not My Fault.The moment I was bittenby the crazy dog you hired,I realized that my crazy lovehas fucked your mind.It passed a long timesince then,but you can't recover.I'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You.
The Ex-Muse Dream The Ex-Muse Dream- Come with me!- Who are you?- I am... I was your muse. Come! Do you see that girl?- I don't know her, who is she?- She's a little different in this world. Do you know what she's doing?- What is she doing? Is she a writer? A poet?- In a way she is, but I told you, this world is different. She is writing fantasy to your brain!- If you mean she is her, I don't want this! I'm in love with her!- You know... free will...- I don't want this! I love her! ............ Ex-muse? Writing fantasy to my brain? What a dream!
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
Here I am,