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Death walks behind usDeath walks behind us from the day we're born.
He dogs our feet
and though we would carry on, one
day we'll turn and meet
him in our tread
and follow him instead.
MotivatorSurround me, thoughts
and drown me out.
Be the ache in my mind,
act of utter death defying
of peeking over the perilous ledge.
That brittle edge
of reason, that brink so inviting.
Embrace me, thoughts,
cover me, hide me,
move me, murder me,
love me, guide me.
When golden pennies lose their shineThat first wave of emotion
all devotion and desire
is as a teardrop in the ocean
no longer passions' raging fire.
No heartbeat palpitations,
no butterflies, no rush
of blood in concentration
for that clammy, heated flush.
None of that for me, no more,
no, this time only acquiescence.
I've thought and felt it all before.
Love is hard, I've learned my lessons.
I've learned my love is little more
than sweet affection briefly granted
and like all lovers come before
you will, one day, be supplanted.
In time all beds grow cold
of every game I do tire.
Someday all new loves are old
and all passions will expire.
These waves have worn away the shore
with all the tears that I have cried.
My punishment for wanting more:
Now I'm never satisfied.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
My HeavenMy faith is my own, it is my treasure.
In the loneliness of life it spurs me on.
On my forward march it is my measure
by which all progress may be shown.
No longer will I fear the censure
of sceptics, friend and foe alike.
Harsh blows and words may weather
me, but never stop my hike.
On and on, till I lie peaceful in the ground,
my faith will ever lead me down life's winding path.
My Heaven here on this mortal Earth I've found.
I will live and love it till my very last.
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