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InsomniaThe covers are warm and comfortable
The mattress thick and soft
The moon is high and the crickets singing
I have walked a thousand miles
My muscles ache
I have kept my contacts in too long
My eyes are red and weary
I am exhausted
Tired and longing for respite
Tossing and turning
My mind will not shut off
My eyes will not close
So I write
That FeelingDo you feel it
You can't ignore it
It will only get stronger
It drives you
You cannot rest
Because it is there
A drive to create
To write, to draw, to make
To feel this
Is to be an artist
Masked MasksYou're different
When you're with them
When You're with me.
Who are you
Partially remembered dreams
Somewhat idle wishes
Mostly desperate pleas
Collected on ceilings
With no means to escape
Prayers with no purpose
Bouncing in the dust
Get Back UpGet back up!
Up I say!
I know that you've been broken
That your heart has been torn out
You gave them all they asked
And they left you bloody
Mangled on the ground
Get back up
Do it now
I know that you can barely move
From where they dumped you
After telling you it wasn't good enough
Your life's work destroyed
By just their cruel words
Get back up
I know the lethargy is set
Just the thought of moving
Almost too painful to bear
But if you don't do it now
You probably won't ever
Get back up
Not for them
DifferentI see them on the streets
I am just like them
I feel the same as they do
I am the same
But I chose this
To be different
I saw their cruelty
And I could not bear it
I don't think they can either
a dying heartI just wanted to tell you that I never meant what I said I never thought
That you were gonna be upset
Now I m regretting it
Now I get the meaning of the bitterness after those sweet times with you
I know that I can't get rid of it by candies because you are the only sweets that I need
I can't stop thinking of you
Sadness and darkness took over my heart
And my heart can't stop crying and bleeding while longing for you
I wish that my feelings can reach you
The feelings of someone who is agonizing
And calling for you.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
The Empty ChildThe Empty Child
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Masquerade PaintYou paint your face up,
to be someone else, everyday.
Then you go home,
and wash it off.
Watching it swirl down,
down the drain.
Painted red and black,
purple and blue,
colors to hide the one called you.
Do the brush strokes hide
the bruises and cuts?
Do the swipes of paint,
hide the pain?
Or do they hide a snakes eyes,
a rat's mind?
in peace bearers clothing?
Watch the paint,
the rainbow of masquerade,
slide down the drain.
And never pick up a brush again.
FrozenCold tears fall from dark eyes.
A dull pain throbs in the emptiness inside.
My mind is numb, my body unresponsive.
Speech fails me.
Trapped in this shell i cannot move.
My breath glistens in the icy air.
Dead inside, lost in the world i created.
The place in my mind.
My perfect escape.
Now i'm trapped
Lost in the place between reality and imagination.
Too cold to care, to feel.
The pain nothing more than a reminder that i am alive.
That for now, i remain.
Of the MindSome tempests brew behind clouds of shame
And stormy skies precede mortal rain,
And of summer, who has greater claim?
Them who faced every season of pain?
Perhaps those weary of grief or snow:
Icing of the Earth, in joy, in woe,
Sunshine is then praised in colder lands
Soft warmth pleases both; our hearts and hands.
And two lovers on a wintry day
Will never be charmed by comely spring,
And winter can color with brilliant gray
A silence where the larks used to sing.
We know not that we paint the skies
With elements of our own device,
We muse upon our lives to find
Climate is the weather of the mind.
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
The Clock Struck
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pages
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-
Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints
But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last
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