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Bloody smile..Its been a while since I smiled, like cinder blocks and opal tiles,
lips grind together, crack and fray, spreading across this old face,
crack and split, bleed and drip, stain my teeth too express it.
It only hurts when I smile, it only hurts those short small whiles,
when all the pains, stains and hollow names, accusations with no one to blame,
but its not my smile that I hate its all the effort that it takes,
my lips wont purse, they will not curse, smiling in pain theirs nothing worse.
Those who have been cheated, hurt and lied too, I too will find you,
we will gather together, row by row, hold each others hands and never let go,
but we must bid a due, for not all words are spoken true, we all must all
smile, for a while, cause we all fucked someone too..
I'm only something for youI'm only happy when it hurts, I'm only happy when I'm in pain, I'm only happy when it burns, I'm only happy when my hands are stained.
I'm only smiling when it aches, I'm only smiling when I bruise, I only test to see what it takes, I'm only grinning when I loose.
I only sleep when I dream, I only dream when I'm a wake, I only wake when you scream, for your my nightmare that I make.
The only sorrow that I feel, is that I feel your not real, I grieve a day, a night and eve, I grieve the moment that you leave.
I'm only saddened when your gone, I'm only maddened when your wrong, for every right that I make, is a worldly mistake.
I'm only something for you..
RavenRaven, raven, upon my step, your deaths gift, is one thing left. Watch me, watch as you may, for I stand before you in the light of day..
Raven, raven, on my porch, sit and stare at my children's play, I call my offspring in to stay, not to be claim in a ravens way.
Kneel by bed when darkness calls, close the windows as night time falls, beg to heaven to avoid ravens way, beg to god for each night we pray.. please our lord let the raven have no sway..
For by morning, shall I find my sons dead, I swear you raven I shall have your head. Night nor shadow, shall hide your call, by bullet trap or my hounds mawl. I will find you raven and kill you I must, for its my god who failed, but my gun I do trust..
NightmaresNightmare be the path, of cold and steep, loose the trail into the woods of deep.
Cower in the light, for pray to the shadow, hide in your fear, or prepare for the battle, for nightmares are here!
Grab on the riens, and hold on your saddle, nightmares are never tamed, only culled like the cattle!
Now I lay in my bed, close my eyes with no fear, for I lay in peace, with paper carved with cold led; "I was once like you, for nightmares where here.."
MythOh when do I find that princess, the one in fall or summer's mist, will she be blonde of golden locks, or dark raven haired to shimmer in the moons bliss?
Will her smile glow, like the fire light, will her eyes glimmer still in pale candle flick, will she be open to those things of new, like a spirit or the winters lick?
She will be immortal in my poetry, untouched in my mind, pure in my heart and safe in my arms, she need not chase me nor lie nor cheat, for I am hers alone by her mere charms. For is she a fairy, a fable amongst men, perhaps I seek what is not to be found, forever until the end.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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