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Source of my everythingThe source of my everything;
My energy, my love, my inspiration.
My pain, my sadness and my loneliness,
You are my energy,
Who needs sleep,
When I have you?
You keep me awake thinking of you,
And join me in my dreams.
My love is you,
Even if you don't love me back,
I will still love you from the shadows,
Where you left me.
Each day I see you,
A new thought comes to mind.
Using that I spin the pain and the joy,
Into a poem for you to never see.
I love you,
So much it hurts.
You are impervious to the pain,
You don't see how it hurts.
To be ignored by the one you love the most.
My tears are ink,
I sob through the nights.
Turning sadness into hope,
That we can be together.
Left alone to my pain,
I think of you and letting go.
As the words flow,
I draw closer to you.
Waiting for when we can be together again.
Wanting you to be mine.
But, I love you too much,
To pull you away from him.
Using the pain and the tears,
I craft words.
Using the joy,
I share my thoughts,
So I sit in my sad
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.
The angelAn angel that looks down to find love,
Has found it with a demon.
One of beauty and strength.
With the smoke filling his nose,
He leans in to hold her.
Forgetting her flaws and seeing the true beauty.
He stayed true to his word and saw her like he should.
Laying in her arms,
His wings were at rest.
As they drew close he opened up,
And she did too.
His wings protecting,
Her from other harm.
In a way only innocence could.
He treated her well,
Or tried his hardest to.
Her confessed his feelings,
And watched as she said not yet.
He waited still in her arms, days and weeks passed.
He still waited,
She said he was to young.
To which age is just a number.
A few years won't hurt.
He stood with open arms,
as they threw insults and jeers.
Trying to see if his love was real.
He flew high, never dragging low.
Taking her in his arms they grew close.
As they drew close,
Someone else came in.
Shattering the angel's wings,
And stabbing him in the back.
Now cast to the shadows,
The angel tri
Wander in the ShadowsI used to walk in the shadows,
Then you helped me out.
Grabbing your hand I flew again.
Where the sun shined and the breeze in my hair.
I was feeling great,
Trying to make it last,
I guess I never read the signs.
The signs you were gonna let go,
And let me fall.
You fixed my wings,
But after letting go,
You ripped new holes.
I fell to the ground,
And it hurt more than before.
As I lay here I wonder what I did wrong.
I'll wander the shadows,
Waiting for you,
Cause you were different,
Better than the rest.
You straightened my priorities,
And made me feel whole.
You shattered my armor,
That was hardened by others.
The first to really make me feel.
Not the joy,
But the sorrow,
I can't do this,
Staying away from you.
I try but,
I have no more armor to defend against the world.
I'll wander in the shadows,
Trying to find you again
My fearMy fear isn't spiders, snakes, or death.
My fear is losing you,
And not to be in your life.
Loving you like I do.
It's hard to be alone,
And live without you.
It's harder still,
To have you kiss me
And them tell me you love someone else.
Then run your fingers through my hair,
Like you want something more.
I may be new at this,
But this is shit.
My fear of losing you,
shadows my thoughts of doubt,
That you just want a toy,
To wrap around your finger.
That I am second,
There when your man can't be.
That I am used to fix your heart,
So you can find someone else.
You being you,
I fear of losing you.
But I may need to,
It's time to face my fears.
And ask if I am just here,
To fix what others do wrong?
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.
The cureGiven angel's wings,
Innocent and pure.
Folded up, they were as long as I was tall.
Held in in fear,
Of what they would say.
Covered up so they can't see.
I showed them to few,
And let two touch them.
Both left their marks.
The first a spot whiter than the rest,
A silver scar.
No pain left,
And we are closer than before.
The next, a black dot,
With red bleeding out.
An open wound,
Infected and spreading.
Eating at my soul.
Destroying me from the inside.
You have the cure,
And are afraid to use it.
You don't want me to change.
I will be different when I am hollow.
A lone and dusty shell,
Unemotional and cold,
Lifeless and immortal.
Unless you show me the cure.
The cure won't just help me,
It will help yourself as well.
I grab you by the waist,
And flap my wings,
Taking off with you,
So we can be alone.
I don't care what they think anymore.
Flying around you clutch me,
Afraid that I would let you fall.
Holding you close,
I would rather have my wings torn off,
Until My Last BreathSome days I stare into the sky,
Thinking of you.
Wondering if you're worth the fight.
The silent battle of life.
If you are worth the pain, sorrow, and loneliness.
Then I hear your voice,
And I am ready for war.
Armed with love and care,
I will slay any demon, beast or ghost.
To keep you safe.
I will fight till the last breath.
I will fight for you.
I will protect you from the ghosts of memories,
And if I fall short,
I will be there to help you up.
Lies, insults and rumors are thrown
Along with a few sticks and stones.
They deal no damage,
For my armor is you.
A hug, a smile, a smell, and a thought,
Protects me from them.
But you pierce my heart.
Ignored by you hurts the most,
No armor can dull the blade.
That you unknowingly wield.
Sleeping is my strength where we are together,
And we take on the world.
For when one of us fall,
We stand strong.
Waking with the sun in my eyes,
I find you gone.
Trying to grasp the wisps of the dream
as they float through my hands.
If I catch one,
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.
Loving Girls That Are Afraid of the DarkYou found love between her sheets,
on the tip of her tongue, tainted
with honeydew whiskey and wine.
In the way she led you to her bed
and gave you a part of herself without fear,
as though she were no stranger.
She clung to your wrists
as the clock struck two a.m. and begged,
with silken skin and saltwater tears,
that you stay.
With a hushed voice, she said she saw eyes in the closet
and something moving under the bed,
so you held her as she told nightmare stories of dead women
clawing their ways into her bed with painted lips
and chipped fingernails.
She told you of her father and the way he broke her.
She told you of her lovers and the ways she broke them.
what if I die tonight?
And your assurances that
of course I would miss you
She is lulled to sleep with your murmurs of
it’s okay, you’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you, angel
but she still clings to you in her dreams.
You found love in the tears she
The man with the sapphire eyesAs I’m wheeled down
A bag upon my head
I sit alone
Holding a sense of dread
I hear the screams
Of other men
In this great hall of lies
All here to see
The evil man
With the sapphire eyes
“Ah, my good friend
We meet again.”
The man he croons to me
The bag is then
Pulled off my head
And now, at last, I see
With those blue eyes
Looking at me
I can barely think straight
Seeing the blood
Of friends on him
He knows I feel irate
“Now there’s no need
To feel that way.”
He says through a grin
“And after all,
What’s done is done.
So now, shall we begin?”
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 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!
Your Voice Still Calls My NameWhat I can no longer say to your face
I will whisper in a dream
The lingering thought of your pale skin
Consumes what light was left in my frail heart
I am devastated
Every time I wake up
and you're not there
and it's so freezing
And they say true love is forever
And they say I should just move on
But you're right down the road
And I promised
Glass GirlsWhen I first met her,
I was a shattered glass girl
And she was invisible.
I don’t like her, no.
Spend raven-coloured evenings spelling out her name on a notebook,
Spilling the poetry of her mind like papercuts and wine.
She counts the stars
And I count the scars on her arms
And the freckles on her shoulders
And the tears on her face when she says
I’ve never felt so unseen.
I wrote her name on my wrists
And tasted her in the burn of vodka
And she was all I saw when the sky bled red
And it was sunrise in Seattle.
After, when the rain tangled in her curls, she forgot that she was alive
And she bled sorrow onto titanium skies
And after, when the white of her eyes turned to the white of hospital sheets,
and I remembered what it is to feel lonely,
I reminded her
You are everything I see.
Her words fall through the cracks in her lips
And she leaks blood like fire
And I use paperclips and safety pins to reattach her shattered limbs.
She tries t
Until Death Do Us Part...They say it’s better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all-
But who would have thought we’d pay such a cost,
Who could imagine one of us would fall…
They say true love is everlasting,
They say that it never dies-
I know I always saw ours as lasting,
I wanted to shout it out to the skies.
I always dreamed of saying that phrase-
I wanted to promise ‘until death do us part’.
But I guess now there have just been too many delays…
“Even in death, you still hold my heart…”
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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