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empty without your
familiar ground, and exhausted from
standing so far away, my beautiful
home. muffled are the moonlit
cries of wolves as my harsh
yearning does nothing
but snow inches upon
inches and ice-over all
the hurt i had held so
tightly against me,
stumbling through the
present. i want to turn
and wander back to you,
oh homeland, oh frozen one.
how i miss your cold embrace.
I've Changed (poem)I've Changed
i change the color of my eyes
for my world looks so askew.
maybe i'll feel better if i'm
violet, red, or blue.
i change the color of my skin
to blinding ivory: snow.
every winter clings to me
and i want everyone to know.
i change the color of this room
to kill the normal: insincere.
if everything is fake,
i have nothing left to fear.
A Question of WorthA Question of Worth
i'm begging myself to give up.
i'm begging you to pretend.
the wash of days, the pain of
your eyes, is poisonous.
i am furious. i want to loathe you.
i am heartbroken. i only want love.
the burden of these emotions
seems to be rotting me away.
i wish i could have saved myself.
i wish i would have ignored it:
the cascading volume of your
voice: like a stereo in my memory.
i've been running in place, my love,
and you've begun to resemble a curse
rather than a sweet opportunity.
please, someone end this hurt.
hatred begins to plague me.
if i can't love you, anger will help
to cleanse your rubble from my heart.
you're not worth it. you're not worth it.
Happy RebirthdayHappy Rebirthday
you said no.
i finally stood up
from the shadows,
and you said no.
we were on the eve
of a glorious morn.
now our morning
is my mourning.
my hands shook
and my gaze averted
from the deep pools
of your sacred eyes.
and as you made
no move to stop,
i followed you to the
door. it closed on me.
the answers aren't real.
you haven't given me all
of what i wanted yet.
i demand a better ending.
i am so tired of the drag
and drop of the sun
through the days i wait
for you to come around.
oh yeah. oh yeah."
fade. a new song begins.
Classics of the UnrequitedClassics of the Unrequited
unreachable one of my tortured heart,
don't mock me with your glances.
when our eyes meet, there is only less
hope in my head left for us.
i've come to see that behind my planning,
behind the "maybe" and the "tomorrow",
i am deathly afraid of you. so please,
come to me only with affection.
this is my second winter of hunting.
you are gorgeous, my prey. you are wild.
and through the ivory, clouded winds,
my hands tremble only to hold you.
it's too cliché, isn't it? perfect in flaw.
you're the football player with your pack
of ravenous little minions: friends,
and i am alone.
and so i wait. and i watch. and i wait.
the days filter through the hallway windows
and rest their heads on the pains panes.
my cold, dry patience fades to hopelessness.
deep beneath it all, i know it won't end well.
i know you're going to tear my heart
and leave me forever unrequited.
i know that one day i will despise you.
do you even care?
why is it t
Persistence: The Ache of OptimismPersistence: The Ache of Optimism
inside the sanctuary of optimism,
our galaxies clashed in crowded hallways.
i spoke, and you looked away, ignorant.
i tasted the sweetness of simplicity
in our out-of-body conversations
and i can't help but want to hunt you.
your coyotes cackle and bark,
their mouths dry: their heads brainless.
the laughing can't stop me. it can't stop me.
sometimes i wonder if i've got you
in the lovely trap of my glances, my smiles,
but the tide just keeps turning: shifting with the wind.
i overcame my fears! i vanquished the
little voice within that stopped me from pushing,
fighting forward to your voice.
oh, the cascade of sand.
like an hourglass. like wind-whipped deserts.
the sound of your replies is like candy.
i am in love with the chase. i need to
hang on. i just need to cling a little longer.
"i just wanted you to hear me say it."
so tell me, quickly before the final bells sound,
do you love me too? can you love me back?
my powerlessness stings
like the winter air
that still plagues my worn heart.
the past is like a wound,
throbbing and burning.
sometimes i wish i could have
gone deaf for just one moment...
i begged for the future to take me
to a place where scars
melted into smiles and happy eyes,
but the snow shows me no mercy.
my monologues won't save me,
especially when no one will listen.
my poems can't deliver me
to the heaven in your arms.
you ARE my happiness.
sometimes i wish i could just
tie you down and make you hear
my words as they reveal my frustration.
more than anything, i want to catch you
in my net, in my trap, in my gaze
and place a kiss upon your ethereal lips.
i want the fireworks of our firsts to light the way.
i could look at you
for the rest of my life
and never want to stop.
an endless world is painted
like softness over invincibility
in the irises of your bright eyes.
i stood for a thousand years
inside shadows of fallen leaves loves:
reread their pages until erosion took the words.
i could trace my hand
over the curve of your jawline
for as long as my muscles would let me.
you, so (dare i say it?) perfect, emerged
from beneath the bitterness, the ignorance,
i held so dearly: like a jewel, like a stone.
all the hurt that had laced my iron cage
evaporated, and the hate i bore simmered
into calmness, simplicity, and a new best friend.
i could lie in your arms
for a million star-dressed nights
and never tire of your embrace.
and though my mind can deceive me,
i like to think that you're gong to be
the "one", the "actual", the "realistic and perpetual".
i could love you forever.
the fire that sparks between us
could burn, high and strong, for eterni
Dark TonesDark Tones
grey of winter.
her soul coughs out
the poisons that simmer
within the rising white banks.
ever-growing is the thought
that something is beginning here.
these hallways smell of life:
a calm drowse laced with noise.
the windows are fogged
with my breath. i'm standing here
so still, my eyes searching: wild.
connection! i need a connection!
i hunt for silly, stupid things.
things i know will not satisfy me
things that can't satisfy the hunger.
i yearn for simple glances smiles?
dark tones, low music, they hum
like brown, dry leaves on the wind.
the winter to begin the trend, the cycle
starts with the reverberations of your voice.
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
It's Crazy, but I love you chapter. 1
(Paul X Edd)
It was a hot night and the two animators were doing voice acting of their episode. "It's just the sound of NO ONE CARING!" Paul shouted, into the microphone, Edd paused the tape and laughed, "That was a good one, Paul!" he said as he patted his friends back. Paul blushed a bit, "hehe yea..." Edd smiled. Oh god, whenever Edd smiles Paul's heart just skips a beat. It's been two months since Paul started to like Edd.....more then a friend. "well i should be leaving" Edd said grabbing his things. "Uh...Edd?" Paul asked, Edd turned around, "yeah?"
"er...." Paul begin, he started to blush madly and his brain kicking the hell out of him saying, 'Make the move!' Paul grabbed the microphone wire, "you forgot this" he said and gave it to Edd. Edd grabbed it, "oh....thanks" he said. "Night" Edd said and left. Paul smacked himself, he sat down and sighed. How was he going to do it? How was he going to ask Edd? Paul picked u
a study in smilesyou don't like
the bitter taste of sugar
and I find the faces you make
you have my number, but
you never text me- I can
count the number of our messages
on my fingers
(but even your one-word texts are special to me)
you snapchat me instead
and I find that I don't mind
because I get to see your
face that way
you like showing me
pictures of your five-toed cat
sleeping in funny positions
and quotes scotch-taped
onto your bedroom door
and I love making your face
light up by telling you I watched
the YouTube link you sent me, because
I don't think you smile nearly
we're both a little messed up
and ripped up in the corners
but we fit together like
our hands interlock
and it might not be perfect
(perfect is too weak a word for what we might have)
but it still makes me smile.
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
is this love i'm feeling?
i had forgotten it's taste
i fear the light that beckons
for the darkness is my home
i've pitched a tent in my hate
and built a fire on my demise
there were oceans waiting for me
i've only drowned in my tears
do i fear your warm safety
or do i fear some damp betrayal?
the dead one still holds my heart
and it's become a voodoo doll
i want to change; heal my wounds
but it's that change that i dread
i don't want to hurt that much again
and i'll lose you eventually anyway
am i so scared of giving me away
that part of me chains me down?
away from you, towards new love?
i'm afraid, but i need this freedom
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