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LemonadeThe sweetness of this lemonade,
so smooth just like a serenade,
as soft as gently falling snow,
as light as the sun's morning glow.
The perfect punch- so bittersweet!
The flavor sweeps me off my feet.
A rhythm sparks from just one taste~
Lemons will destroy the human race~
Shadow in a sunny worldI don't want to hate...
I don't want to always turn away from you;
smiling or sullen,
in my presence you afflict me...
I know I can't go back,
I can't forgive you for the way you've been.
Trying to gain my affection
has only hurt me even more.
The damage is already done,
and every day I have to feel this pain.
Any respect I had for you is gone,
and now I just try to stay away.
WhyI stay strong so I can see your smile without breaking down.
I stay strong because my youth won't last forever.
I stay strong because my optimism keeps me happy.
I stay strong because I believe it's for the better.
If I was weak I wouldn't have gotten back up every time I fell.
If I was weak I would have tried to forget my favorite memories.
If I was weak I would hate how much I love you.
If I was weak I would have moved on by now.
On to nothing.
WaningThe brighter the sun shines, the darker the shadow it makes,
but you somehow shone all of my light back at me, rejecting darkness.
You used my light and learned from it. You appreciated me. You loved me.
I watched you grow throughout the night, becoming full and cheerful.
You would throw sideways smiles in my direction.
My body would burn with passion.
Sometimes you would wish for your own light.
I wanted to say,
all we need to be complete is each other,
but I could only try to help you understand how beautiful you already were,
just as you reflected my light back to me.
Funeral for the Second DeathOf everyone, he was the first
to arrive at the chosen church
as everyone had expected-
his lover was the one who's dead.
Throughout the funeral, didn't cry,
in fact he didn't bat one eye,
and silent stares stabbed through his shirt-
Why hadn't he looked at all hurt?
After the viewing, many left,
all feeling empty and bereft.
The man stayed, the girl's mother too
to ask him what he's going through.
"Are you upset, or still in shock?"
she asked the man, who didn't talk
until she gave up and then fled,
and as she did he finally said:
"Is it still considered a sin
when the dead try to die again,
to permanently rest in peace
when those who died are not deceased?
If no more words escape her lips
once sensitive as fingertips,
words left spoken could all be lies,
as who's to say, she didn't want to die?"
Darkness Brings AnotherWhen suffering through self abuse
even blind men can tie a noose
as they hide from their bitter truths,
cold memories and tainted youths.
When vulnerable and by themselves
even mute men shout cries for help
though no one hears their helpless yelps,
to them they ring like sullen bells.
It doesn't choose victims by name,
burning their lives in foul flame;
everyone's ashes are the same-
everyone loses in this game.
Lesson LearnedMy doubts have been proven wrong so many times,
but I still throw myself in a rut,
yet I look to the skies and imagine your eyes
which remind me to never give up.
Now I know, all I need is to always believe
that again I'll be back on my feet,
and though I'll be down again as I am now and then
I will never admit my defeat.
Tasty!I'm addicted to your taste
and the smile on your face
though I've never had a chance
to try your flavor,
so I can only try to guess
just how you taste, and I confess
that in my dreams you're always there
for me to savor.
I've gone window-shopping for
about a year, (probably more)
and I have caught myself drooling
over you several times,
and now I realize that every
second you spent enticing me
was just time wasted in my life-
I won't forgive you for your crIMESSS!!!
Think (song lyrics)You think love is a game
but it never, no it never will be,
besides we already have players one and two,
and we don't need a player three.
You think that you're sly, and you can do what you like,
and you can hide your little secrets from me.
I've tried to play along, but now I know that is wrong,
so I don't know if I can still keep you company, and-
You think, I think, you think I'm dumb,
I think, you think, I think I'm done,
and that girl you been with, you don't think that I know her,
now I'm through with this, so I'm declaring this game to be over.
I been thinking a lot recently,
but I doubt the same could be said for you, (ha)
it's clear to me now, that this is just how
you've always been, and it isn't new.
You must'a lost your mind! 'Cause I've always been kind,
and behind my back, what do you do?
One day I found that you were sleeping around
and you think that makes you cool, you fool, but
You think, I think, you think I'm dumb,
I think, you think, I think I'm done,
and that girl
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
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