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Featured by ~MafiaVamp
A Pawn and Her KingEons turn into milleniums...
The clock is going backwards
The life you had returnsed slowly
The tears I'm crying are returning to me
Your eyes open again, you can yet again see
Milleniums turn into periods...
You seem to fall up, as odd as it sounds
The piece of metal in your chest dislodges
It returns to the firearm it came from
The crimson liquid that poured from your veins went back
Periods turn into centuries...
Your eyes narrow, as my body runs backwards
The man puts away his weapon of choice and steps back
I scream your name in reverse, as a slur of words
The chilling rain that is falling is swallowed up by the clouds
Taking My Breath AwayWhen I could breathe
I believed in reality
Not the dreams
I lived in the actuality
The space would always be blank
I was like a glass half empty
Needing someone to make me full
Someone to make me see the true reality.
Then someone came
And filled me up
It was as good as chocolate milk
And now im a full cup
The glass fell and cracked sometimes
Always fixed with super glue
And it was stronger then it had been
When I could breathe
I thought of things the wrong way
Now I see the true reality
You're taking my breath away
Wrapping PaperI sat their sorting through old stuff
Books, games, and toys
Drawings and writings
Some cards and even some old drawings I did with the boys
Some buttons and bows
Homework and paper
But one thing broke my heart,
Hand-made wrapping paper
It took me aback
My eyes started to sting
I froze and thought
"Why am I so upset over this thing?!"
I remember what was in it over a year before
A CD of my favorite band, I remember well
I listened to it every day
Staring at the wrapping paper tears began to swell
Days went by, and the papaer still remained in place where I left it
I stared at the names on the tag
Thinking about it and walkin
Featured by !Iluvocnj2006
FeelingIt's like your feet are glued to the floor
To a spot you've been stuck to for years
So long the carpet has worn away
And dust has become a second skin
But unable to do anything
People look in through the window
Stare in at you
Mocking you or
You can't tell any more
Keep your eyes shut
So you don't have to see them
They're talking at you
But you can't hear
From inside this box
Learning to lip read but
Far too slowly
What's the point?
They speak of truths you don't want to know
You feel so tired
You can't stand anymore
And close your eyes
Try to empty your mind
But it's too much
YesterdayIt was yesterday
She sat by the phone
Waiting for an answer
What had happened?
She sat thinking
About the things
She hadn't said
It was too soon
A stunned tear
Waiting for a reaction
She put her head in her hands
Felt her legs give up
As she fell to the floor
So many things she hadn't said
So many things she has said
The lines she never meant
It was too soon
The phone howled
In sync with her sobs
Was this it?
All that was meant to be
All of this guilt
Guilt for things like
Forgetting to say I love you
For letting him leave
Without a goodbye kiss
Why did it happen?
RomanticHe's amazing. I know I should stop talking about him, I'm driving everyone mad. But I can't help it. I can't help but stand in the pouring rain on the way home to smile about something he'd said earlier that day. He has me completely captivated.
Everything he does seems so endearing. The frown he wears when he's confused, the way he looks when he is lost in thought and the way he smiles.
I love the way his eyes look greener when he's happy. I love his smile lines. I love the way he laughs.
I love the way he has me in the palm of his hand completely and utterly helpless.
I love the way I can't wait to see him.
All I want is to be able to
Featured by ~Mercy-Waters
arachnophobia.the spiders are the only ones who listen to me
anymore. they make beautiful patterns across the nape
of my neck and down the curve of my back, their
delicate legs making my skin shiver. they weave words
over my teeth and down into the opening of my
esophagus, and i have to learn how to breathe
without destroying them.
they want to protect me, they say.
but it feels like there's an eyelash in my eye and
they're intent on ignoring my pleas to go, go get it out
as they continue their aerobics up and down my
sloping vertebrae. and there's a splinter under my nail,
digging deeper and deeper under my flesh and
i can't move to
a run on poem.i. there's a boy who no one knows or sees
but me because he's invisible and hides behind
road signs because he's from nowhere and
has no place to go
ii. he's most beautiful when his ribs show
and osteoporosis settles into his marrow so
if i were to tap along his xylophone bones
he would shatter
iii. he's bleeding words in ringlets from the
lacerations in his neck and all the paramedics are
on holiday when you need them most
or so i've heard
iv. there's a shaking in his cells i don't recognize
and a need for an immediate injection of
morphine to his bloodstream but i'll just have to
staple his eyes shut
tell him it's
you're a perfect stranger.to the one who finds this,
i don't know your name or where you come from. i don't know how you drink your tea or whether you
prefer the color purple or yellow. i don't know what you wear to bed or what your favorite song is. i don't know anything about you but i think i just might love you. when i see you in a crowd, or walking down
the sidewalk, my veins tighten and i turn my head, quickly, to try to get a better look at you.
[most of the time, i am disappointed.]
but i haven't given up quite yet.
Featured by =Tuttlebird
Featured by ~Wolfrug
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