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Do You Remember?
The smile on your face when I held you
the sparkle in your eye
the care free world we would visit
every time we kissed
just for that moment
it didn't matter
whatever it was
but do you?
1, 2, 3Gimme just three words
those three words
let me hear them
while in your arms
when I'm at my weakest
in that moment I'll find
more than I've ever dreamed
more than I ever could have imagined
three words I ask
1, 2, 3
Give me a chance, Just one chance
To show you what it means to love
Let me in to the beautiful eyes
Pull your heart close
To see you smile is all I want, all I need
From this life and next
With my eyes shut all I see
a warm home
with a loving family inside
This family, so loving, so bold
nothing can stop them,
take their love, make them cold
With a smile on the fathers face
and a kiss "Good Night"
one girl, one boy
he lays in bed waiting
the room dim and the wife near
they kiss and come close
giving a each a gift so rare
For this family is me
for it is the future I see
but one thing is missing
one more thing in this life
the final piece
to this puzzle deep in my chest
This last piece is the hardest to reach
for even money could not buy this
this piece is so warm and so beautiful
so loving, so trusting
Worth all I have to give and more...
This piece is...
Not Lost, But Still SearchingWhat happened to my girl?
What happened to my love?
Such a sweet loving girl
So lost in the game
The more I try
the worse it gets
To keep her head up high
And her happiness in check
All I want is to see my girl again
To see that light once more
I know it's there
I know it's bright
I wish she'd believe me
Just one of these nights
She'd see her light again
The one hidden behind the fears
My life is very slowly moving forward
And no matter what people say
I won't leave my Hobbes behind
Her heart is just stuck in a crooked gear
Just needs some oil to make her see clear
I'm sure she sits tonight
Curled up with fright
Wishing she had someone
Just one person to hold her tight
Each time we fight
It hurts like hell
But I know it's required
To see her well
My Hobbes is there
I know she is
I just want to get her
Back in gear
A Shattered Catch"Here Catch!" I call out with a bright smile, but they turn away.
I stand and watch as it falls to the ground and shatters in a billion little pieces.
I take a deep breath and pull myself together.
After picking up the pieces and piecing them together I call out again. This time with one eyebrow raised as I wonder if they will listen.
"Here catch!" I call out trying to sound just a joyous as before, but alas the sound of shaterring pieces can be heard almost echoing as the world seems vast and empty.
Once again I pick up the pieces and fix it.
I swallow hard and toss it once more. This time my voice full or worry and doubt.
I stare at the pieces. Each one barely thumping now.
Slowly each piece stops, I kneel down and once again pick up the shattered remains of my heart.
The Roller Coaster
My stomach floats up to my throat
My body seems weightless
I feel my hair and clothes lift away from my body as if filled with helium
I watch as we head straight for the ground
Nothing but my back pressed against the seat
I see the rest of the track rushing passed and seem to be rising up
I take hold of her hand
I hold it tightly
She looks to me with a panicked depressed look
I whisper, "I Love You"
and tell her she is safe
The wind rushing past our faces as we barrel down the seemingly endless drop
Pillars and signs whiz past almost attacking
"When will we make the bend back to the top?" She asks
I look to her and smile
"I don't know, but I'll be right here beside you no matter how long it takes"
The Urge To ProtectI look back
I turn back to my show
I repeat this for over and hour
Each time wishing, wanting something
Something I can't have
Something that makes me selfish
I want someone all to myself
To hold, to love, to...
I'm a horrible person...Is it wrong
to want so little
To want their life
to be put on pause
Just for you?
How do you say...Have you ever sat and stared
at all the letters in front of you
wanting, needing to use them
You have him/her in mind
and have so much to say
but there doesn't seem to be any words
that can portray the way you feel
You want to thank them
for all that they've done
for without them you wouldn't be
where, and who, you are now
60 Seconds You know, I wish I could tell you that life gets easier, but it doesn't, so I can't. I wish I could tell you that you won't be that person that drops your dreams on a dime for a dime, but I can't. I wish I could tell you that you won't be that person that sits, eyes aching, heart pumping, body shaking, telling yourself that you deserve better, but you stay because of "love", but I can't. I can't tell you these things, because only you can tell yourself these things. And, we all have those bad days whether it be having to flush your fish down the toilet or finding your best friend sucking off the barrel of a shotgun, swallowing the bullet. Before the bang, he tells you that choice, the ability to choose makes live worth living and to never stop believing that you have a choice, because you do.
So no, it doesn't get easier, but it can get better. You think you have problems, but things can always be worse. You can wish on the stars all you want, but nothing will get
Kneel, Rule, Transform
Anger,Sorrowful, mean, Mischievous
PUT ON GL4SS3S
S4D, L1CK, S1NFF, H4PPY
The Tales of Sir Tim IVUpon The Ogre’s mug,
a wormy frown did crawl and squirm from lug to ugly lug.
When he saw the good knight ride up on noble steed,
Of grandma’s broomstick and sack of rabbit feed.
Sir Tim called to The Ogre in tones that were so brave,
“Have at thee beast, I am King’s own, and I’ll send you to your grave!”
The Ogre rose from his Fisher-Price fort and bellowed a furious, fiery retort,
“You poncy toff! I’m the king, I have a princess and my magic ring!”
Sir Tim reared up and raised his blade,
From Pringles tin and kitchen foil, it was made.
The Ogre growled at the glimmering champion,
Ignoring The Princess’ cries of “This isn’t fun!”
The Princess, you see was tied up in the Canyon of Fire,
In unbreakable bonds of purple skipping wire.
She saw through eyes stinging with sandpit grit,
The Ogre launch himself into a fit.
Sir Tim was pinned, crushed and defeated,
When suddenly a looming shadow bleated,
The Tales of Sir Tim IIISir Tim knew that he must rescue his loyal steed,
Who’d been captured by The Dragon to have some meat with it’s mead.
Sir Tim stalked silently into the dragon’s lair,
And saw the brutish Dragon all covered in golden hair.
It’s eyes were green crystal and slit down the top,
And when it attempted to clamber up the bench, it’s belly would flop.
It’s ears were like arrows, and it’s tail was like a bow,
Although Tim was knight, he could not face this foe.
So Sir Tim picked up a salmon from The Dragon’s own pot,
And when he threw it ‘cross the room, the Dragon got caught in a knot.
Sir Tim crept over to the prison, labelled ‘Moggie’ or something Norse.
He couldn’t quite remember for he was captivated by his horse.
The Dragon hissed and Sir Tim did swear that fire spat from it’s throat,
Then Sir Tim did ride upon his freed steed past The Ogre’s moat.
True MotherIs it I who stand alone, atop this mountains peek? Staring at all the wondering souls searching for a better end? Am I the clouds that watch over all that is, and all that was? Am I the light that guides you? Or am I something....darker? Am I void that shrouds the world? The pain and fear that clouds the judgement of others? The hopelessness and despair that drives man insane? Am I the ground 6 feet beneath the feet of the world, watching all that lived rot and decay? Or am I a being that is neither good nor evil, light nor dark? I am the life and death of all that is, I am the ground in which your feet tremble and the sky in which your heart soars, I am the guide to your destiny and the shadows that tempt you, I am not living nor dead, I am everywhere but never noticed. Who am I you ask? I've been here your whole existence, yet you have never thought to thank me, or care for me like I have you, there are some but many of you ignore me, and because of this I am dying. You are my childr
The Tales of Sir Tim IITwenty steps, they said, twenty steps was Warrior’s Fall,
But each challenger was defeated on the first if not them all.
They were carved from kitschy carpet and were guarded by a rail,
‘Bannister’ was it’s name; the only buffer for those who’d fail.
Sir Tim stood at the top and the earth stood facing him,
For an age, they stood as sentinels and the light bulb seemed to dim.
Sir Tim was facing what he feared, the fatigue of altitude
He tensed, he wavered and he shivered as if he were nude.
Sir Tim was falling, body racing, mind turning to mush,
But he snapped out, and he grasped the sturdy Bannister-and for a moment, the world was hush.
He took twenty steps, twenty steps was Warrior’s Fall,
And Sir Tim had proudly walked them, he’d conquered them all.
i am glassi am glass
i am glass, and as i walk
spiderweb-thin cracks run up and down my leg,
but i ignore them–
because it is the nature of glass
to be frail
when i reach for my drink,
the weight of the cup
causes my arm to fracture
in a thousand different ways.
i smile and take a sip,
and when no one is watching,
i cover the cracks
with bandaids and glue,
until all of my glass body
they are only ever proud of me,
when the cracks are covered,
and i am smiling,
and more than anything–
i want them to be proud.
they must never know how fragile
glass can be.
or they do not want to know.
i will peel away the bandaids,
and wipe away the glue,
and then i will find
that, in ignoring the cracks
for so long,
i am glass no more
and without anything
to hold me together,
i will collapse in on myself,
and blow away.
“but how pretty she glitters,
they will say.
It's realIt's real
The pain is searing, burning, sizzling
Boiling under my skin
Burning me alive from the inside out
Oh god does it hurt
But the hurt is real
I don't know why
But it won't go away
Swirling around me like nightmares swarm around a frightened child
Like vultures around a rotting corpse
Like spiders that feast on defenseless prey
Like wild shadows that hunt upon the light
Like a pain so real
My bones ache
My skin crawls
My mind races
My body trembles
My will crumbles
My fear rampages
And all my trouble's to
They haunt me when I wake
And stalk me while I sleep
They gather round to watch me drown
The bastard demons do
Too YoungSo young to be sick
So young to die
To know before you’re twenty five
Your life on this world will end
And the spirit will ascend
The doctors say “it won’t be long.”
Until you hear the raven’s song
We sit here and wait
Twiddle our thumbs
Day by day
As Fate’s spin the thread
It withers away
Change the design
We beg and we plead
But nothing more can be done
The years tick by
And anger subsides
For nothing is left
But to accept
The unfair sentence
Given by destiny
We live our life
But can’t forget
The unjust punishment
Though we try to repent
The body digresses
And fades away
As we are unable to maintain form
On this physical plane
And through the suffering
And through the pain
We find peace
Our mothers weep
Our fathers cry
But it is our time
To say ‘goodbye’
We wish we could stay
We really do
But with what our bodies have already been through
It’s impossible and though we have tried to fig
Though I Never KnewThough I never knew
The wonders that you hold
Getting to meet
The lady responsible for it all
That changed my life
There's so much
I would love to tell you
You'd love to hear
But rest assured
No matter where you are
Up there, looking down
Or among us
Side by side
Pride and joys
You are missed
By more then you knew
And are loved
far and near
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