Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho 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 growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand 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 youcompared 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 madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook 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.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat 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 tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike 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 truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat 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 owndisappear 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.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset 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 herdWithout 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
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Despite the fact that I'm a trained professionalI have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycleThe only girl who I ever lovedwas just using me as a replacementThe only girl that actually likes meruns a bar and took over my houseI don't have the guts to kick her outso I end up sleeping at an abandoned churchI've recently picked up a strange rashit hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover itMy only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forestand a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I haveEverything sucks reallybecause the one person who cared about meis already dead...He was my army buddy, always cool, always the bestI visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveriesThe worst part about everything thoughis the fact that the one guy who made my life hellThe one guy who took everything important away from mejust came back to town a few minutes ago...And you know what he said the moment
Lavender TownWhat is that?What do you hear?You look as ifYou've seen a ghost.Let them speak to you;All their tormented soulsWish is for a living heartTo become one with theirs.The plague of sorrow racksThese doleful townsmen,As they wander vacant streetsWith hunched shoulders.He is crying for his mother;Can you feel his tears?You cannot, for youyouYou are like all the others.Please, be their guest,And let them creep beneath your skin.They mean you immortal joy,And no harm shall haunt you.No harm shall haunt you,But they shall instead,Their stoicism patient as theyWait for you to crumble.He is crying for his mother,Why can't you feel his pain?Do you want to be damnedAs he is damned?They say the darkness is safe,But here it bathes in nightmares.Here, every moment is a crossFor vagrants like you to bear.The gravestones loom as theyPlay their ghoulish tones.Their static grinds your bonesAnd orchestra strops to end.He is crying for his mother
FullMetal Alchemist Yo MommaYo momma is so fat; she ate Gluttony and became the new one.Yo momma is so nasty; even Gluttony wouldn't eat her.Yo momma is so fat Ed Elric could have used her as Equilvalent Exchange to bring his mom back with no harm to himself or Al.Yo momma is so ugly Roy went Gay after seeing her.Yo momma is so ugly even Greed didn't want her.Yo momma is so fat even Scar couldn't blow her apart.Yo momma is so fat that they didn't distroy the gate they just shoved her ass in opening.Yo momma is so ugly even Envy wouldn't morph into her.Yo momma is so stupid she thought the Philosopher's stone was a new type of candy.Yo momma is so fat even Winry couldn't make her automail.Yo momma is so ugly she made Izumi cough up blood.Yo momma is so ugly even Dante wouldn't use her as a body.The Military didn't use the Philosopher's Stone to distroy Ishbal... they just dropped yo momma on it.Yo momma is so fat gluttony got jealous.Yo momma is so fat even gluttony went "Damn!!!!!!!!"Yo momma so fa
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:Apparently all it takesTa get ye works ta slakeIs a simple scheme o' rhymeWhich takes a minute o' timePerhaps I'll do the sameIt's fair ta play this gameNo meanin' in tha wordsThey just flop around like birds"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"Really is that true?I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinksYe certainly be loose a screwFor if works do not have meanin'Then they're simply done and dullI think I'd rather spend me timePlayin' dice in a golden skullI suppose that what tha people wantIs a simple kind o' styleOne that looks as good as aleBut tastes like bricks and bile"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
Google's PrayerOur Google, which art in Wi-fiQuick be thy search.Thy results come, thy buffer be done,On Bing as it is in Chrome.Give us this day our daily updatesAnd forgive us our spellingAs we forgive those who butcher English grammar.And lead us not into Apple,But deliver us from Siri.For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.Amen.
When life gives you LEMONS...When life gives you lemons, SUCK THEM.When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in their eyes.When life gives you lemons, give them back and demand for chocolates.When life gives you lemons, paint them red & call them APPLES.When life gives you lemons, throw em hard like hand grenades.When life gives you hand grenades, paint them yellow, disguise them as lemons and pull the pin.When life gives you lemons, make lemon peel wings and fly too close to the sun. Trust me, they won't melt.When life gives you lemons, shove 'em thru yer ass and die.When life gives you lemons, use them as a dildo.When life gives you lemons, feed yo mama n make her so fat so people can jog around her for exercise.When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. No no, you eat those lemons, THEN sell your PEE as LEMONADE.When life gives you lemons, THEYRE THE NEW GREEN DAY HEART GRENADES.When life gives you lemons, PUKE.When life gives you lemons, who needs plastic surgery on yer chest?When life gives
Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.