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All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
All days leading up to this day are just hours upon hours of letdowns
Disenchantments
Awkward moments
Disappointments…
To here, the days pile up
All with decisions to be made,
[I'm sure all of them were wrong]
Into this paper, I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And I plan to forget this wasted year
My plan is faulty when I consider certain events that I will hold onto for eternity
The countless hours spent with you I will hold onto indefinitely
But even devoted acquaintances will withdraw
And I'm sorry about the phone call and
I’m sorry for needing you
Some pronouncements, no one should have to debate.
I wouldn’t wish my fate on anyone.
No one should have to suffer.
[I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to]
There are some things you can't fake
Some things are unforgivable
Some thing you just can’t counterfeit
I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
To see their face frozen on the page.
With a little immortalized emotion that will be sustained until the image has faded out of
Everyone’s psyche.
Then I’m sure you wrote the name and that ancient date
In hopes that perhaps one day it will all come back to you.
The tears
The smiles
The bloodshed.
But for now all that's left is a fucking song and a remembrance or two. And
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late and I'm sure you had a bad day,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait.
Another year I claim of total indifference
All days leading up to this day are just hours upon hours of letdowns
Disenchantments
Awkward moments
Disappointments…
To here, the days pile up
All with decisions to be made,
[I'm sure all of them were wrong]
Into this paper, I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And I plan to forget this wasted year
My plan is faulty when I consider certain events that I will hold onto for eternity
The countless hours spent with you I will hold onto indefinitely
But even devoted acquaintances will withdraw
And I'm sorry about the phone call and
I’m sorry for needing you
Some pronouncements, no one should have to debate.
I wouldn’t wish my fate on anyone.
No one should have to suffer.
[I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to]
There are some things you can't fake
Some things are unforgivable
Some thing you just can’t counterfeit
I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
To see their face frozen on the page.
With a little immortalized emotion that will be sustained until the image has faded out of
Everyone’s psyche.
Then I’m sure you wrote the name and that ancient date
In hopes that perhaps one day it will all come back to you.
The tears
The smiles
The bloodshed.
But for now all that's left is a fucking song and a remembrance or two. And
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late and I'm sure you had a bad day,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait.
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Girl of Suicide
A girl of suicide,
Is never noticed.
Because she stays in the shadows,
When she holds her blade.
But when she steps in the light,
She feigns her happiness,
By wearing masks,
Of false emotions,
And long-lived lies.
But it can't be hidden,
When she wears short sleeves,
And brushes her hair back,
With criss-crossed arms.
Her fragile wings
Once pure and gleaming,
Lays shattered and deformed,
From the cruel winds of time.
Her gorgeous heart,
Is encased in onyx and ice,
Covered with coarse netting of anger,
Slippery with the muck of hate,
Keeping those who dare get close,
At bay.
The rose that represented her,
Was once a shi
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PTSD
PTSD
Heart tick tick ticking
Harder, louder
Perspiration cold against the neck
Foreheads on fire
Palms clammy cool
Prickles down the arm
Head's pounding ringing
A human fire alarm
Anxious, trembling
Concentration will refrain
Stress will take over
Scattering the brain,
Here there everywhere,
Recycling the thoughts
the past has embedded
In the mind.
Play Rewind. Play Rewind.
A twisted sitcom
On rerun.
Change the channel,
I've seen this one.
Take the remote,
Before it comes back,
Turn off this panic attack.
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whAt happens next..
When your life is taken away
What happens after that?
What happens when all your friends push you away
When you're left all alone
In the dust
In the dark
All alone
When nothing goes your way anymore
After working so hard to reach a goal
What happens next?
What happens after everything you knew in your life
Everything that was once precious to you
What happens when all you have left is pain?
When will it be enough?
Will it ever go away?
When your life has turned to pain and suffering
Where every other day you cry in the darkness of your own room
Nothing to comfort you but your music blaring loudly
What happens next?
When the
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And I'm sorry about the phone call and
I’m sorry for needing you
Some pronouncements, no one should have to debate.
I wouldn’t wish my fate on anyone.
No one should have to suffer.
[I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to]
There are some things you can't fake
Some things are unforgivable
Some thing you just can’t counterfeit
I guess that it's typical
This is so beautiful and tugs at my heartstrings 'cause that's what I feel like right now/sometimes/too often. *sigh* Gorgeous job, love love love the rhythm/style of your writing so I'll have to go read through your gallery. Anyway, don't really know what else to say except: know that I feel exactly THIS too. I was ever-so pleasantly surprised by your work. Beautiful.
I’m sorry for needing you
Some pronouncements, no one should have to debate.
I wouldn’t wish my fate on anyone.
No one should have to suffer.
[I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to]
There are some things you can't fake
Some things are unforgivable
Some thing you just can’t counterfeit
I guess that it's typical
This is so beautiful and tugs at my heartstrings 'cause that's what I feel like right now/sometimes/too often. *sigh* Gorgeous job, love love love the rhythm/style of your writing so I'll have to go read through your gallery. Anyway, don't really know what else to say except: know that I feel exactly THIS too. I was ever-so pleasantly surprised by your work. Beautiful.