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Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.
But you still don't move..
The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?
You don't want to go, do you?
Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,
the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.
The scars that those pretty little roses caused,
as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.
The boundless embers dance on,
pulling you in with them.
Will you dance, or will you fall?
Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,
bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.
Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...
So answer this, will you dance?
Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,
with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.
And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,
hides underneath it the roots to all value,
to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,
as they blemish your face with their candy blood.
But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from that mean, old town.
The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.
I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.
I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"
The oddities of this animal amused me, though.
One of them amused me most, of all her woes.
This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.
She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Burn in hell
If I can stand
That brimstone smell.
Land in the pit
In which I fell,
Once I'm there,
Proceed to yell,
"I CAN'T FIND MORE WORDS THAT RHYME WITH HELL!!"
Diary of a Female, Yaoi-Obsessed OtakuDAY ONE! (´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
crusts of toast in the napkin on my lap
as I hum my favorite Vocaloid songs,
or maybe some from Uta no Prince-sama!
ah, Mom packed a bento again,
I say ve~ and I whisper,
“Notice me, senpai,”
whenever the teacher won’t
look at me and my hand is
I own at least six plushies,
lots of figurines,
(a dakimakura or two…)
and posters of sexy
and silly personified nations.
I wanna be a matryoshka for Halloween,
or maybe even the Female Titan,
OH! how could I forget
Haruhi or even Yuno.
…oooh, I could be a boy.
I’ve seen Boku no Pico
and I spite people by saying
it’s one of my favorite animes
and that they should
DAY TWO! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
tidbits of Japanese pierce
and it’s hilarious to curse at my
uncool, un-otaku friends
as I skip to school
in my uniform, a stick of Pocky
CommantaryOh comma, thou little half-bent mark
Which shows us when to pause
Else our reading be too stark.
Yet, overused, I think, and see,
You laid upon the page,
Overbearing, we will read,
And quit, else harm our head.
Remember then, my little friend
Be judicious in thy placement;
Or could I say, to be frank
Use some comma sense.
Middle Aged Man in a College Town Coffee ShopHe's lost
But at least he's lost with confidence
As if he had walked into your house and pointed out
-Very snidely, I might add-
That the blueberry yogurt you're eating right now?
That's the last cup
And all that's left
He hates strawberry
It's not just the coffee shop though
Ostentatiously tucked away as it may be
But he's lost in himself too
He's lost his hair
He's lost his order
And he's lost his own clothing
Having gone through your closet and taking some of yours
After choking down the inadequate yogurt
But most of all
He's lost in his notes
Stacks upon stacks of them
Which wait impatiently like public servants
Who just cannot believe
That out of all the public's
Is the one they have to serve
Cornered and lost myself
Can tell he's not reading them
He's flipping pages much to quickly for that
His bushy eyebrows uniting under a wrinkled frown
With a befuddled look on his face
But no glasses
Must've misplaced those as well
This Is Just To SayI have stolen
that were in
you were probably
to wear tomorrow
they were delicious
and so warm
--The Laundry Gnome
My little sister's version Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Something is smelly,
Must be you.
Open SoulIm not good with words.
But you see.
When I love you.
As a friend or as your man.
I care, like hell.
I'm down for you.
I'm there for you.
Just the best for you.
Made mistakes and learned.
But overall just want to see the joy and laughter.
In your soul.
You're my friend.
Especially If you're my female friend.
No doubt. I want to make love to your soul,
thru your body.
Give you everything you've been missing.
If you're my male friend.
...best of luck lol but I love you the same way.
Beat you in some games, compete,
and find you that girl that'll blow your mind to heaven.
Pleasure and freedom is my gift to you.
A gift of life.
If you're my friend, I just want to liberate your soul.
Purge it from the stress and hell of everyday life.
So lets smoke, drink, sleep, eat, fuck and have fun.
Blast music, drive cars, live in the sunset, and explore.
Live like grown children till the day we turn gray.
Because Im not good with words.
I just want to love your open soul.
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