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I hate this feeling
I have no pulse
I'm an empty shell
Of who I used to be
Sure, they tell me to move on
They say it's not worth it
But I won't move on
You are worth it
You are the one
You hold my heart
Will I ever get it back?
I honestly don't want it
But the one thing I fear the most
Three years ago
You swept me off my feet
Took me to the sky
To watch the world below
You taught me how to fly
We were miles high
Forever in love
But I must admit now
I'm scared of heights
And although I trust you
With my life, soul, and heart
I know times are getting tough
We're both getting tired
But my dear Superman
I beg you
Don't let me fall
But if I do...
Will you catch me?
I miss youWhat's wrong with me?
What's happening to me?
I hate this
I hate feeling like this
But it means nothing now
All I ever do now
All because of
what you did to me
You made me this way
You changed me
Despite of all of this
Despite what you did
I miss you
I need you
I love you
Mangled HeartsThe emotion washed over me
Each breath was strained
What brought me here?
You hurt me so much
I said I'd never forgive you
But how can I fight this?
I said I'd never go back
But here I am once more
Fighting the desire
Fighting the need
To have you back in my arms
Yeah, you did me wrong
Yeah, you hurt me so bad
But none of that matters anymore
I'm going under
Under your influence
Did you plan this?
Do you want this?
Do you want me?
Because right now
I want you
My ChildOh how sweet it is
The quick, steady thudding
Of tiny feet
Ringing through the house
Music to my ears
Not a care
Nor a worry
Nothing but fun and games
The only question
"Mommy, what's for lunch?"
Oh how I love you
Your neverending energy
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Sin Of Your Love
Have you ever needed someone
As if they were air?
Have you ever loved someone so much
The idea of living without them
Nearly kills you?
That's how I love you
Maybe I'm an addict
To the wild, crazy
Sin of your love
Yeah, maybe I'll go to hell
But I don't care
I need this
I need you
The pain only worsens
Each one longer and longer
I need you
And there is nothing
You could ever do-
That would make me
Love you any less
There's no rehab for my drug
Will always be
The sin of your love
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