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A small treasureA little piece of you,
That you gave to me.
Something I will treasure.
A secret that I hide,
That piece means more than you think.
It just may be a list of numbers,
But to me its salvation.
From the lonely nights,
and the grey days.
A solution to my problems.
Hiding in the corner,
I wrap my wings around it.
Holding it close to me,
I wish it could be you.
I'll hold this close,
I don't know how long it will take.
But this will do for a while,
But I'll end up wanting more.
More of you.
Things that are just out of reach.
I have to hold back.
Hopefully a little longer.
Healing HugsLaying in the bed,
I listen to the moans.
The sound of the dying.
The shadows hide me,
So I can be alone.
Try to take care of myself.
To get myself back to my feet.
It's not a sickness,
or a wound,
But a blow to the heart.
The shattered hearts laying on the floor,
surrounded by the pieces of souls.
Tread on by the visitors,
Only caring about their own.
I watch the world go by,
As I lay here,
Frozen in time.
Ever since you broke my heart.
Waiting for Time to heal me,
But she passes by everyday.
Sometimes stabbing me along the way.
I cried out for help,
But most just went on their way.
Not wanting to see another cripple.
Hindered by his heart.
There are, however, a few,
Angels in disguise.
The healers of many and the breaker of few.
She helped me fix myself,
With a healing hug,
She patched together my life.
And sent me on my way.
With a promise to be waiting,
If I ever need a healing hug again.
FallingI stare at the leaves falling.
Swirling as they fall to the ground.
To be walked over and forgotten.
Just like me.
Twisting and turning adrift on the wind.
Slowly falling down,
Almost hung in the air.
Apart and aloof from everything.
Thinking they're all right,
And that its over.
Till someone walks by.
And they scatter again.
Being walked over,
Kicked around and
Blown down the road.
The leaves never can find a home.
Just like me.
I was a red leaf strung upon a tree,
Till you left,
And fall began.
I drifted through the days,
Lost and numb.
Suspended in time,
Wondering when I will land.
Landing softly I was glad it was over.
Till you walked by again.
I was thrown into my dance again.
The dance of numbness and pain.
Is this fall going to be over.
A Little too LateIt's too late for you to say sorry,
You've had your chance.
Your chance to hold me.
But you blew it.
You threw me away,
And left me alone.
Bleeding and lost.
Just trying to find out what I did wrong.
You had your chance to see who I was,
But you lost the colors.
The colors like the leaves in fall.
Reds, orange and yellow.
Beautiful and fleeting.
You chose someone who had the neon green and blues,
The artificial colors.
Someone who wasn't who they said they were.
I even gave you a second chance,
To try again,
But you just stabbed me again.
My blood ruining my colors.
Now you want to see my colors again.
Well it's too late.
The colors have died.
The brown of dead things.
You killed them.
You want to make them live again,
But it's a little too late.
Flying awayI am flying away,
Away from you.
Or am I?
I said I was,
And part of me did.
I circled for one last time.
Looking for some sign,
That you still wanted me.
Your silence was my answer,
So I left with heavy wings,
Scattering my feelings.
So no one could see.
As I flew,
You cried out.
For forgiveness and help,
Not wanting to hurt you,
And leave you in the dark.
I came back,
And helped you to your feet.
Cause I know how lonely it is,
To be alone in the dark.
How much it hurts to be left behind.
Know I don't know whether to keep flying away,
Or to come back to stay.
Do I look for someone else,
Or find the feelings I threw away.
Half of me says to stay,
While half of me says go.
Each side fighting the other,
Ripping me in half.
I can't fly with just one wing,
So do I stay
Or do I go?
Nightly WarWhen the sun goes down,
And the stars come out.
I suit up for battle,
A everlasting war.
Every nights a battle,
A war between my head and my heart.
A civil wars thats split me in two.
The wars tearing me apart,
leaving me in pieces,
Each night smaller than the last.
Both sides eating at me sleep.
My head says to listen to myself,
To stay true to my words,
And leave you alone.
Why does something that was so right,
Feel so wrong.
Why does thinking of you hurt so much.
My heart says to try again,
One more message,
Maybe you'll answer this time.
Just to talk about whatever,
We can forget it all,
Or at least let me help you.
Let me fix what I have broken,
Even if I didn't break you.
Let me help.
Give me a chance.
I don't know what you think of me,
But I just need to hear from you.
Let me know if your done with me.
Cause if you don't my heart just might win.
A real angelThinking of you,
My thoughts dancing alone.
Cause thinking of you I don't feel quite alone.
Always about you,
What if we have wings.
Playing the angel,
I'm always there.
In the nick of time,
Before you are hurt.
There to comfort your fears,
And heal the pain.
We fly high,
Wings in sync.
With you I feel different.
Not bad different,
No one can make me smile like you do,
I have no fear when you're around,
Well, almost no fear.
The fear that I might hurt you,
And mark your pretty heart with a scar.
I know its not unblemished,
But even the smallest scar will kill me,
I would lose my wings,
And in the dark.
Hiding the pain and the shame,
For hurting a beautiful creature.
I know you have your scars,
Each a different story.
I wish to kiss them away,
Leaving an unmarked soul,
One that will be there for me.
After I fix them.
Last one I fixed,
I thought she was an angel.
She was a fake one,
With cardboard wings,
And a wooden halo.
After a little stor
Becoming myselfMy wings stuck half open.
Black and oozing.
Like a bird coated in oil.
I struggle to fly.
Never leaving the ground.
The weight is too much.
Stepping under the water,
The pain, loss and sorrow,
Dance on the surface of my wings,
Never leaving me.
A constant reminder of you.
Reaching back I can only clean so much,
My wings stick stuck out of reach.
I walk through the days,
Hiding the mess.
Silently agreeing with my friends.
I walk with you,
Smiles and laughs.
My wings not as heavy.
Sitting with you,
I begin to trust you.
Slowly I open up,
Showing you the mess.
The black feathers,
Croaked and falling.
The oozing oil.
Dripping onto the ground.
Showing you this,
I wonder if you would stay.
I haven't felt this way.
And would like to treasure it.
After I saw you,
My wings felt lighter,
Even when I was alone.
The black feathers fell off,
With white ones in their place.
I look forward to the weekend,
Where we may meet again.
Where I can draw closer to you.
As I become myself.
A trip good byeA trip may help,
Heal the hurt.
To see if it was over.
Or to grow closer to you.
After two months of silence,
With barely a hello.
My heart was cut thin.
Three months without a hug.
Did I just love you for what you did
Or was there something there.
Leaving you, I gave up before.
Now looking back.
I wished I tried harder.
I wished I listen to my friends,
Maybe I would of never felt the hurt.
Maybe I would be a bit more innocent.
But it's too late to change that.
Falling asleep with another girl,
Resting on each other.
We slept in peace.
Our hair intertwined.
It may of been an accident,
But so was our first meeting.
I play the cards I am dealt.
Now I listen to my friends,
And maybe this person will take your place.
In my heart.
Maybe with her,
I can live life without the pain,
Without the sorrow, and tears.
Maybe she is worth it.
I know I told you I loved you.
But that was before you burned your bridges.
Now I leave you to wander through the smoke,
Wondering where I went
I'm sick of rhymingYou know what?
I’m sick of rhyming
Do you know why?
It’s cause of timing
I want to write stuff
That’s still in meter
However I don’t want it
To have a rhyme either
Rhyming is nice
But it won’t get me noticed
And now you should see
The reason I wrote this.
So I wright for you
This non-rhyming piece
It’s what I can do
For you in the least
And that’s why today
I’ve picked up my pen
To say good-bye to rhyming
Oh wait, not again!
Truth of the AssassinsCountless times have I heard from warriors,
“You are a disgrace, and nothing more than a coward!”
I laugh from the shadows, as they know not of who I am.
They may see me as a coward, but in the end, I have the reward.
Everyone fears me, yet they know not of who I am.
Nobody knows when I will strike them next.
It’s humorous to see them calling me a coward while shaking in their boots;
After all, they’re the ones quivering from vex.
It may seem like being an assassin is easy,
But what most do not know is that it’s very complex.
Random killings from random people are not assassinations;
Those are simply wannabes piercing others’ necks.
True assassins are much for fearsome, and here I’ll tell you why:
They observe their surroundings, planning the perfect moment to attack;
They may follow their target for days, weeks, or even years.
They may be their targets’ best friends, thinking they’re guarding their back.
When a true assassin kills,
I'm Not HereI'm not here, at least not for today.
I've gone to sweep the world away
and cast the thought of lonely tides
into my blanket of empty sighs.
Somewhere beyond all of the tears,
is a heart that's wanted for years.
But with tired arches in my brow,
I've come to sudden slumber now.
Forget the words that were said,
the emotions lingering in your head.
And in your sleep, come to find
the comfort that you had in mind.
The world is shallow, it doesn't care,
but you will gain what's needed here.
And when you ascend from coma's dream,
with eyes enveloped in heaven's gleam...
Just realize that you'll be okay,
even if it's not for today.
And in the face of lonely tides,
the presence of His light resides.
Love of my LifeYou found me from among several listed
Your mouse magnetically clicked my name
Surprisingly having a mind of its own
Taking so much interest on my post
We simply started chatting on the net
While curiosity started playing on our minds
With such gentle words typed on the screen
Just can't help to continue on replying
You talk with so much sweetness
Making me feel so truly special
Everything you say brings so much joy
So comforting and fun to be with
I began to feel something different
Something different, somewhat exciting
My heart beating so fast
Whenever I see your name flashing on my screen
You lay so easy on my mind
All I have to do is close my eyes
Every day I begin to long for you
Hoping that you also misses me
I wish to dream of you each night
With your arms wrapped around me
Whispering sweet words to my ears
My heart bursting with so much love for you
I could not forget that moment
The day when you said you love me
There was so much joy in my heart
Because I was given the greate
InsultI doubt you knew when you said that word,
Perhaps to you it was nothing absurd.
But I'm afraid it cut me deep,
So much so that I could not sleep.
The way I act I do for you,
I hoped it would help you in joy be consumed.
But now I see that I've tried in vain,
For that moment shall be repeated in my brain.
I did the same as I always do,
To laugh and play with the day melting away.
But first time ever she called me obnoxious,
What had I done to change that day?
Did she not laugh with everyone else?
Did she not complement my joyful self?
So why now did it change,
Is she too old to be in this game?
Just today someone else called me the same,
How selfish these creatures do like to play.
For don't they know they keep me sane?
I live for them, to play a false game.
I have been call names by only myself,
Perhaps I should return to my former self.
No one hate a person to dead inside to bother them,
Should I be a burden, there is no reason to live then.
You've Changed...People they lie and cheat and change and hurt
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
And I know that you will probably disagree
But the evidence is just too clear
You've changed to much, my friend, my dear
Maybe one day we'll see the person you were
And maybe then things can go back to the way they were before
The Climb You catered precious dreams
On your delicate crystal wings
So powdered an' gleamed
Just another insignifigant fantasy
Dancing an' twirling
To the song's unending tune
Trumpets an' the bass
Working jimbermouth blues
Your laughter pierced
The firefly filled night
As you twirled on cloudless air
To the angel chourus' delight
Honey flower an' champage scent
Pale seas of fabric an' skin
Dresses carved of the finest silk
Dressed up your partner flashes a grin
A smile permanently plastered
Completely Gone `The thing is that every piece of my heart will miss you
And no matter how you look at it,
The balloon is full of eternal helium
And way beyond reach in the infinite sky
Come here, fall into my open arms and just cry
Let your tears free, let both dams collide
Spare yourself the headache, spare yourself the time
Of prolonged suffering by the mere existence of ignorance
Bring your brokenness, bring your sorrows, bring your flaws
My heart will gladly cradle yours in the safety of my arms
It will be I, who will wipe away and dry even the last tear
It will be me, who will hand you the bouquet of ivory peace afterwards
Because, face it: it's always me
No matter the size of the storm, the shape of the hunter
It's my hand you hold on too as to not to be swept away by the waves
It's my hand that holds you up as you try to jump high up in the air
And you always fall back into me don't you?
Yes, we always end up right here, together saying the same things:
'How did we end up here? I never thought
Four litte letters,
Twelve little cuts,
Twelve to many.
Carved into your leg,
Where no one would see it.
Not until you trusted them.
A scar, a mark, an inperfection.
Words you use.
But to me, its more than that.
A badge, a symbol, proof you are real.
A silent plea for help,
One no one can see.
I see it now.
All I have to say is,
I'm sorry I'm late,
But I'm here to save you now.
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