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Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
The EscapistIt is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h
Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!
What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?
Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!
You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!
I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!
Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie
Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.
There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.
There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.
There's still plenty of
Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary
The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings
My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life
I don't know you enough
To even know your last name
But I do know that you've had it rough
As I have felt the same
But you've suffered more in your distress
Making my past sorrows
Seem nothing more than a jest
Knowing atonement heralds tomorrow
Even so, I know the pain
And the committal to aid
In my heart has lain
Of course, if you desire it made
My heart, I swear, broke
When I heard of your troubled emotions
And the stress driving you to provoke
And this stayed in my notion
Maybe I could give comfort
Make the past easier to overlook
Together, rid of our contorts
And be each other's retreating nooks.
my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermore
Black winged angel flying nevermore
My guardian angel wondering in the abyss
I wish I did not miss
My guardian angel forever more
Haunting me to the core
Making me go insane
Forever in pain
Of my eternal pains
Leaving my emotions behind
My love denied
Abandoned for life
Waiting for my knife
To redeem my self
My inner self
Living in my own despair
Wanting to repair
Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost
Upon a stone in exile deep
Beneath the great earth’s hardened crust
Where fires rage inside the sea
Much too far for father sky
To see the rock where The Devil lie
As he lamented, sullen, weary
Expression that of sorrow true
A Thing appeared, and very clearly
Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb
The grin that danced upon his face
Found hell to be the quaintest place
The thing approached and asked him kindly,
“Why do you mourn your banishment?
All the land above I see
But I’ve never seen an armament
So well hidden from my mighty eyes
Which see all things as they live a
The LiarWhen I found out the truth
The filthy thing under the bed
I screamed and howled
And learned to hate;
For the truth was biting
Bitter and cold
Like a burning hailstorm
That I wished had never unfold
I kept a secret
Told a lie
I spoke words of hatred
Felt something wilt and die
The world was faux
An unattainable fantasy
Hopes were fed to monsters
In my blood that cried blasphemy
I don't think you knew
Because you'd hate me if you did
To know our common blood was false
Of me, you'd surely rid
So I cut you off first
Then you'd never have the chance
To look under the bed
And pierce me through with a lance
I destroyed you first
So I'd not be
Whence To WhereYou surprise me and confuse me,
And make me love you more.
The brightness may undo me,
The darkness I adore.
There's so much grey,
And so much pain
That brings rejuvenation.
I fall and sink,
But then I blink
Whence to where is what I asked,
But much is coming clear.
My sadness fading here at last,
And with it all my fears.
You've brought me out,
How can I count
The times you've soothed my soul?
From where I was,
You may become
The star that leads me home.
Light and dark will mold and mix
Till grey is what I see.
A calming sight that seems to fix
What once was wrong with me.
GenderGender was complicated
for me at least.
Unlike the others
it wasn't so black
a very large scale
filled with shades
I wanted the
that men obtained
by nature. I ached
for the clavicles
that showed whether
you were average
I desired the chiseled jaw,
the strong arms
that could make
any girl feel
the deep voice that
could make her
the right words.
I longed for
the graceful walk
that females could master
The soft voice
that could make any man
question his feelings.
I needed the long fingers
Glass HeartFragile hearts that beat for love,
Seem to never get enough.
Encased in a glass that’s stained with red,
A reminder of the blood it’s shed.
Over the years it has hardened from pain;
Careful to ever love again,
But some memories are engraved in gold,
Reminding the heart of what love can hold;
The promises behind just one kiss;
The little moments you know you’ll miss.
The empty ache subdued by an embrace;
Causing your fragile heart to race.
The rare confessions that are only heard by some,
Gazing in the eyes of the hopeful one.
The memories that form a smile on your face,
Caresses on soft skin that leave a trace.
Dear FutureDear future,
Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?
Where the sun once shone
Where I once laughed
Where the rain of my eyes
Poured down on my lap
Turned my face scarlet
And melted my mask
Does the sky still look the same?
Its brilliant blue
Screaming my name
Lending me wings so that I may fly
Pulling my feathers
And watching me die
Heartbroken, and crumpled upon the ground
Breathing faint words
In gasping sounds
Does its beauty still torture me so?
Please, dear future, I yearn to know
Am I merely the words from some distant shore?
Am I a memory, or something more?
Does the snow fall when the sun goes missing
Or does it mere
In tribute to a friendFORGET
To forget a promise made
To forget a heart in pain
To forget a friendship's fade
To forget attempts in vain
To forget the start
To forget the bloody end
To forget what breaks a heart
To forget about about a friend
To forget what you had
To forget what you lost
To forget why she's mad
To forget cruelty's cost
To forget a monster's sins
To forget an artist's layers
To forget the bloody skins
To forget silenced prayers
To forget a line of lies
To forget what most would hide
To forget a horrid cry
To forget who's heart will bide
Forget to have known
Forget to have been shown
You are not alone
Retort of a MothMy cousin is the butterfly
With vivid colors, gay.
Why then is my love denied
Because my wings are gray?
Why is it that I have no use
Unless my children die?
How is it that a coat produced
Outweighs my tearful cry?
Why must you mock about the light
Of which I hover under?
If you were small, and large was night,
It would not be a blunder.
Is it so strange that I must eat
Like any other being?
Then why must you deny my treat,
To rob my own well-being?
The trap is tempting, bright but deep,
My death has come, but none will weep.
DaybreakThough falling fast is deepest night
I will not fall asleep.
For in the middle of my plight
I've only strength to weep.
And in this valley all I hear
Are echoes flitting through the drear:
"Is no one here?
Is no one here
But my reverberating fear?"
When in the distant sky I see
A patch of lighter blue,
As if the twilight heard my plea
My path has come in view.
I'd strayed so far and gone amiss
To teeter on a precipice.
This fatal cliff,
This fatal cliff,
I cannot look, I must resist.
Behold, the bright and rising sun
That passes heatedly!
The herald of the Righteous One
Who ever pleads for me.
From east to west, my sin c
The Hermit's CackleI will not proudly wave my country's flag
Nor bow in vassalage unto my lord.
I will not conjure up a single charm
For petty conflicts when republics brag.
I will not draw my sharpened skillful sword
To bring a foreign stranger any harm.
You see, when long ago I made my name,
Your foppish father feared my martial craft.
Though all I gained had all been stripped away,
Somehow, in banishment I found no shame.
In fact, I could have laughed.
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The form is 10.5 lines long, consisting of a sestet, a quatrain, and a "tail piece" (half of a line). There are no meter requirements, save that the poem is consistent in meter throughout. Iambic pentameter is standard, with a trimeter half-line, but Hopkin
We lift our eyes up to the hills
And wait for Him who lives beyond the peaks.
Despite the blaring voice of men,
I only hear the One who truly speaks.
His speech has brought a multitude
Who wish to hear it from His herald rising,
But unbelieving hearts and eyes
Can only know so much from their surmising.
For many here are lost, and yet
Their presence here makes them without excuse.
Ah, what a tragedy to be
So close and yet so far from knowing truth!
We men are islands in ourselves,
With pools as ears and craggy hills as eyes.
When typhoons blow their torrid course
And wander off to haunts they recognize,
It's only the
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Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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