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The days linger by without your voice, Everyday I check the obituaries Is this your choice? Ive been told before to not overreact, So I’m trying my best I know everybody needs a break now and then Was I being a pest? I love you. The million dollar question remains unsolved Are we over? Has our love already dissolved? I’ll keep writing letters Till death takes me

"You are weak" "You are pathetic" "You are gonna fold" "You are a loser" "You are a freak" "You are a geek" "You are a nerd" "You are never going to win" "You are nothing" So many voices tell you to quit. One tells you other wise "I am who I am"

I have an enemy My enemy I have been defeated My defeat I have held on to flase hope My false hope I have created a fantasy My fantasy I have lost everything My everything I have no purpose My purpose I have become weak My weakness I have let you believe in me My apologies I am nothing

Scaffolding made of burning memories and broken truths A false sense of pretense feeding into your lies Charred memories of our shattered youths Hidden behind in a world of disguise Emotions locked away deep down inside Where it will vanish, and it will not grow A broken emotion hindered and untied Left alone to fuse the fire that started the show A broken reflection behind the mirror Embraces the fear beneath the hidden pain Darkness tinged the glass, the blackness coming nearer Neglect pulsates throughout my sobbing vein And yet the last cry was not of sorrow But of fantasies on dreams I borrowed.

Eyes are watching me, Through the darkness of the woods. Brown eyes Blue eyes Green eyes Yellow. Mean eyes Kind eyes Sad eyes Mellow. Sometimes they seem to speak to me. Other times they just keep watch over me. Sometimes they seem to threaten me, Other times they stand guard over me. People say I'm insane- They say my eyes decieve me. I try to tell what I see- And yet they don't believe me. My eyes of the woods are real. I assure you of this. If anybody ever comes to stay the night With me, I would show them the eyes. But nobody ever does. Who would want to spend the night with a crazy girl Who could slit your thro

Cycles. They are inevitable parts of life, as are the needs to sleep and to breathe. Birth to life, Life to death, A new birth. One of the many cycles of this world. Another is more complicated, The cycle of the Toyko Zephyr. Darus is gone, Kaylin has passed the trials, And yet the cycle starts anew. There is new good guy, a new bad guy. There are new trials a new number of chances and new gates to pass. Every year this has happened. Every year this will happen. Every year this is happening, Even as we speak. New Year's. The beginning and the end. or is it the end and the beginning? One is both- Both is neither- Nei

I tried to count my scars, But I couldn't tell Where one began And another ended. So I tried to count the cuts, But I couldn't, because Blood smeared across my skin, Connecting them like a thin, Red veil of pain. And so I cried. I cried a single tear, because When I need to cry, I can't. Finally, I sat down, And put pen to paper, Or fingers to keys. And tried to write my emotions. But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like, When I have no right. I looked from the blood stained tissues, Across my torn body, Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me. Another tear was p

Fallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood. In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope. A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound. This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss. So now I fade away…

The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken The lens which took the picture Had more to tell than the picture Taken. The lens told of all it had seen Beautiful landscapes Mysterious mist As things flick by the screen. Many stories rest in that plate of glass Covering the camera's front. Many stories, begging to be told Many stories, etched in the cresent Curves of glass. Mystery Landscape People Sun Moonlight Starlight Unnameds Fun Many things; Many lands; Many people; Many hands. Hands that held the camera; Hands that pressed the button. Hands that took the picture; Hands that shut the camera off When the

The Deep Sea Ring I lay, rusted beyond recognition, In the deepest sea, in the most remote shipwreck, swaying gently with the current. I am the smallest Russian doll. A ring Within a box Within a trunk Within a room Within a cabin Within a ship Within the ocean. I hear a crack. A beam of light falls upon my reddened iron surface. Fresh saltwater rushes into my box. A creature peers at me. It is dressed in the oddest emsemble I have ever seen. Some sort of mask, A dark blue skin-tight suit that blends with the ocean, A tank of.. something ot other on its back, And ridiculous large yellow flippers. The shape of it I recogn