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Angel Wings and Guitar StringsA face I love is missing.
A voice I love is still.
A place is vacant in my heart that no one will ever fill.
Many things have happened.
Many things have changed, but how much I love and miss you, will always stay the same.
Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday.
Unseen, unheard, but always near.
Still loved, still missed, and still so dear.
Time may hide the sadness, like a smile that hides the tears.
But precious memories of you will never fade, despite the passing years.
A beautiful life came to a sudden end.
You died as you lived, everyones friend.
You were always thoughtful, loving and kind.
What precious memories you left behind.
You left me suddenly, thoughts unknown.
But you blessed me with memories I'm proud to own.
Wrong?Why can I do no right?
Why is it that i've lost this fight
Between dark and light, between day and night.
I've lost track of which is which, perhaps they have begun to switch,
Love is hate, hate is love
What once was pure now runs with blood.
Snakes writhe in the place of the dove,
God is laid to rest
As the Devil rises above.
AddictionA shot to kill the pain.
A pill to drain the shame.
A drink to forget your name.
A purge to stop the gain.
A cut to break the vein.
Anything to numb the brain.
An addiction's, an addiction,
It all hurts the same
Dear TherapistYou stare at me, pity overflowing from your eyes
But you don't even know what will be my demise
You do your best, but you'll never understand
I'm broken beyond repair, you can't hold my hand
You can't guide me through this shattered life
The only help I have is the knife
DamnI love him
But he doesn't love me
Nothing like a Shakespearian tragedy
No award winning play in which to spout my angst
No, I don't measure up in the ranks
No glamour or glitter, save the whistles and bells
I'm just a girl, who kissed a boy, who's in love with someone else
Angel WingsA face I love is missing
A voice I love is still
A place is vacant in my heart that no one will ever fill
Many things have happened
Many things have changed
But how much I love and miss you will always stay the same
Those we love don't fade away, they walk beside us everyday
But always near
And still so dear
Time may hide the sadness like a smile that hides the tears
But precious memories of you will never fade
Despite the passing years
A beautiful life came to a sudden end
You died as you lived, everyone's friend
You were always thoughtful, loving, and kind
What special memories you left behind
You left me suddenly, thoughts unknown
But you gave me memories i'm proud to own
FallenA girl sits all alone
Wings folded on her back
She sits upon a thunder cloud
The night time sky is black
The girl cries an angel's tears
That fall to ground below
And become rain upon a barren field
Where plants no longer grow
The girl looks up to heavens peak
And waves her last goodbye
With broken wings she falls to earth
She knows she cannot fly
Rantings of a LunaticWanted: Prince Charming, must be able to slay dragons, and fight the monsters under my bed and in my heart.
I don't know what the point of anything is anymore. We die to live, we live to die. I don't understand. Maybe ignorance is bliss, the more you think the more depressed, sad and destroyed it makes you. At this moment i'm suffocating. In my own blood. Held by monsters, unable to escape. The past is a rather vile thing is it not? This will never work out. Everything ends the same. I guess i'm insane. The definition? "Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result". Always. Over and over, rinse and repeat. I wish someone could rescue me from my own thoughts right now. They never understand; I don't need protection from you, I just need protection from myself. Protection from the knife I hold in my hand. Is it really the monsters holding me back? I guess logically this could just be considered a state of mind.
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
Dear GodDear God,
Would you extend your holy hand to save a wretch like me? Would you bow your graceful head for someone who wants to believe? Would you bat an eye if I lay my life at your feet? Or are the hallowed halls of your domain only for the elite? Would you light up the sky if I asked for a sign? Can you spare any love for someone of my kind? I'm done with this life, praying it gets better after. I crave to trade in my tears for laughter. It's a lot to ask, in fact I don't know how I dared...but honestly, I'm just scared. I'm one of the many, who never prayed till I fell. I've never believed in heaven, but I know I'm going to hell.
Love, a depressed athiest
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