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Please cheer up.Are we quietly dreaming,
Or wandering through reality?
Give me a chance to stop the screaming,
And a chance to set me free.
Hold the barrel to your lips forgetting any meaning,
And all the questions - one shot and then we will see.
Deaf.Stop myself for a moment.
Can't you hear? Can't you hear?
Sit myself down for a second.
Can't. You. Hear?
Her voice is reaching out to me.
Her lies are all that I can see.
Shes running her fingers over scarred skin.
Sensing the haunting memories held within.
She strokes my throat with cold steel.
Its sharp edge, and the warmth I feel.
She pulls it slowly against my cheek.
Suddenly shaking, I feel so weak.
Skull crashing into the wall.
Tears begin to fall.
She holds onto my throat tightly.
Choking me ever so slightly.
She looks down and begins to speak.
And again. I. feel. so. weak.
"Can't you hear? Open your fucking mouth."
Placing the freezing cold onto the tip of my tongue.
I can taste the iron flavoured rose against the bite of steel.
Again she starts.
"Can't you hear? Swallow bitch."
Fucking WhoreDon't you go telling me theres a reward,
That I cannot fucking reach!
Telling me all your golden ideas and opinions,
That you forvever fucking preach!
Listen so hard, Im frustrated by you cus,
Twisting dark strands of hair around my finger.
Pull, tear, shred and rip it all fucking out.
The faster its done the longer pain will linger.
Right, now I can't hear you anymore.
My skulls filling with the screaming...
And shes telling me I'm a fucking whore!
A state where I wish I was dreaming.
So fucking cliche, yet Im sure it's real.
She loves all my frightened tears.
People sing it so very often.
For gods sake, shes feeding on my fears!
So fucking cliche, dammit. Yet she ain't real!
A shinning guardian angel - Beauty so pure.
Stained crimson. And her carcass black as coal.
Shes chaining me down. No cure.
So cliche it all seems for fucks sake!
Again, and again. Pulling metal through my skin.
It makes her smile oh so contentedly.
My blood to wash away all of my sin.
A voice. One so loud.
Other soul...Fingers out stretched, Lost within memories.
Painfully pressing my palms onto the icy mirror.
Fiery hot pain beginning to explode,
The glass cracks. Agony pulsating within my body.
I grapple with the urge to recoil.
Straining with every fibre of my being.
To retain the contact.
Of my blazing fingertips on the mirror the frozen surface.
The moon is tinted a blue hue here by the glowing moon.
I can tell my eyes are painfully red.
I greet the mirror with my other hand.
Softly touch the tip of my nose against my reflection.
Then pulling my hands down as I relax myself.
The melting rose colour liquid spills onto the darkened surface.
It smears as I move my skin within it.
I press my lips against my own in the mirror.
The soft hot flesh sticks slightly,
Before I pull my head back slightly,
Opening my eyes.
The image on the other side begins to convulse.
It warps, bends and shifts.
I slide my hands to the floor.
Wrists trailing red hot blood.
The crack in the glass grows bigger. Deeper.
End of the world.Burnt smouldering wings on an angels back,
Her fall from grace oh so sinister,
and those tears have stained her face,
She is a poised atop a throne made of roses.
An angel will rarely stay beautiful and pure.
Werent we all innocent in the beginning?
We grow darker day after day,
Slowly being claimed by the worlds decay.
Our minds become broken and twisted,
The wings tainted a crimson red.
And we begin to bleed and rust,
The smiling faces fade into the dust.
Our world is breaking down here can you tell?
Everythings turning into red and the siren is sounding.
And the tortured screams of the damned rise high.
Havent we been awaiting this?
We deserve this as humans.
We are selfish and cruel.
We all deserve to die.
When the red skies come.
Again. Stuff...Thats another ten minutes passed.
I feel. That nothing I do is worthwile.
I want someone to smile,
As a result of my existence.
Something that I've done or said.
To make a connection with someone else.
And for them to understand.
Them to feel compelled to smile a little.
Then I will feel as though Im someone.
And not nothing.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
Our Captain (Robin Williams Remembrance Poem)Oh, Captain
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You came to us as an Alien,
from the Planet Ork.
But through the Years,
You made Home in Our Hearts
We Saluted You over the Airwaves
We Watched You get Sucked in a Game,
And Haul Your Family in the Big Rolling Turd.
You were a British Nanny,
Who was actually their Dad.
A Business Man,
Who was actually Peter Pan.
A Crazy Scientist,
Making a Being called Flubber.
Who Just Wanted to be Free.
You were a Robot,
Made of Rusty Old Parts.
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You became the Man of the Year,
And the Wax Figurine Exhibit
Of the Twenty-Sixth President
Of the United States of America.
You Were the World’s Greatest Dad,
And the World’s Greatest Therapist.
You Had a License to Wed
And be a Kid,
Who Grew Up Four Times Too Fast.
You only Won One Oscar.
But that’s okay.
We Love all Your Other Works Anyways…
We Will Miss You
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
DoormatI let you walk
All over me
Like the floor
Beneath your feet
And I never complain
The floor doesn't
If the floor complained
When you walked on it
You would be very annoyed
And you would probably
So I don't complain
Because I don't want
To be replaced
And I let you
Push me around
Like a cart
Through a shop
And I never push back
The cart doesn't
If the cart pushed back
When you pushed it
You would get hurt
And you would probably
So I don't push back
Because I don't want
To be left alone
Now, and forever more
Who lets you
Wipe your feet on my face
I love you
But I question
If you love me back
Because who would love
A dirty old Doormat?
It Trapped Her, It Released HerWhen I was younger, and little girl, I wanted a little brother.
So when she got home, I excitedly ran down stairs to tell my mother
She looked at me nervously, and brushed my question away.
“Honey, I don't have time now, we'll talk about it another day.”
I was slightly disappointed because my friends all had younger siblings,
I only had an older sister who tried her best to ignore me.
But that day she heard what I asked my mother and after dinner, pulled me in her room.
And with a sneer she whispered silently, “Mother sent our little brother to heaven too soon.”
At the age of nine, with a child's mind, I had no idea with that meant.
“Is that why Daddy went away, because he misses him?”
“Daddy got depressed and died,” she replied with a scowl,
“But don't be sad, he's in the clouds, he's with our brother now.”
Days went by and I remained silent,
yet I could see the light in my mother's eyes no longer lit.
After my question she w
sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexBut can we understand it?
Its thrown around so much, so broken and abused.
Weve tainted it havent we?
Love has become so over used.
Spoiled it with our lust of youth.
Can it not exist, as a sweet tender kiss?
Without a pressure in your neck,
To submiss, to fall, to get down on your knees.
Without love we would all fall into heck.
They're all doing it don't you see?
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