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Lovelove

Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love m
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...

They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.

You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.

you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.

it's not like you'd read them,
anyway.

i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'

when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'

so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless d
the speed addictthe speed addict knows           if he stops moving,
he will die. so                         when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and                his head slams against
a future, lit by                        the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like            gears grinding out
a staccato refrain,                  while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath        twists away from his grip,
rasps a hollow plea,                he slides on a rail
towards impartial angels          leaving rainbow sparks
in his soaring wake,                and meets blazing lights.
the addict dies twice.              one is nev
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.

listen.

-

part zero.
oh, dearest,
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
fireworks?

-

part one.

sleeping.

your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
much.

your heart is only sleeping.

-

part two.

when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide a
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.

Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.

Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.

Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?

i’m not all there in the head
you’re not all there in the head, my mother says
i’m not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes i’m there in my toes and fingers and heart as well

and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well that’s where love’s gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!

i rush in soaken w
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
I think,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
slamming doors,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm
Sunday in the Kitchendear mother,

i ask you how far we are from heaven.
hunched over the sunday paper like a patient gargoyle.
your eyes blinking too often, and tongue snaking
around in your mouth, as if the answer is hidden between your teeth.

dear mother,

you hum holy bars in the kitchenette.
say "hallelujah means praise yahweh, praise the lord"
say "angels must rest on the tongue of that word"
say "angels, oh angels hallelujah, hallelujah, rest in me"

but you haven't slept in weeks.
i hear you sob sigh into the night like a prayer.
like your table lamp is the closest thing to heaven-gates.

dear mother,

sometimes i still wish i could pray with you
Let's Hate
      Age 11

                 We met in a room full of crowded people
             who knew my name
                      they knew my face
                  and they knew things I didn't
                     Most people there knew his parents
                 and that was about it; the knowledge ended there

                      He said, Come with me
                                   and I said no
                             I made friends with social rejects
                                    and I made enemies with people hard to avoid
                        We kept in touch
                         But only
Depressing PoemsSorry --

What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
"I'm sorry."

Friends --

Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
Especially Sarah
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?

Emptiness --

What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that
when i look in the mirror.one.
things you touch turn silent.

hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles.

you leave me cold, empty and
i don't want to breathe anymore.

two.
'darling, you would do well to remember-

you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel
if you have no tunnel.

darling, you would do well to remember -

you are not empty. you are not empty.
[it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting
and you don't want to live,
but you're not empty.]

darling, you would do well to remember-

they love you. they love you,

they love
ocean burning.one.

before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.

now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.

two.

sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.

the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.

you were the waves.

she was the sand.

t
Feeling Adventurous?Oh God...

He's about to pass me,
about to brush me,
about to touch me,
I'm about to die.

He's about to move,
about to look,
about to smile,
I'm about to die.

He's a God.
He's perfect.
He's toxic,
to me,
he's high,
he's light,
he's lust,
he's want,
he's a fever,
he's an ache,
he's a healing,
he's a break,
all I want,
are those lips,
on mine,
all the time,
come to me,
and let me be,
just a little...

But only if you're feeling it,
the way I feel it too,
all I want is you,
come to me,
let me be,
just a litle crazy.

Put my hands in your hair,
put your hands on my waist,
hold me close,
pull me near,
then I'll k
blowing bubbles.last night we
watched the clouds
fall.

and you said:
    you are beautiful.

and i am afraid
that i might one day
actually believe you

and

sometimes i feel like
i'm just this big bundle
of problems and i have
been searching and
i can't find the answers.

you told me that the answers
are in blowing bubbles and
tying shoe laces and chasing
dreams, but honestly i just

don't

understand. i have tried
to chase my dreams but

they only run away.

.

you told me that you can't
stand how i sound when i
give up and the hope
is knocked out of me and
you can't stand me when
i am busy counting
the empty spaces in the
walls and
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"Does he like me?" she wonders.
"Does she like me?" he asks.
Someone be bold!
Someone take a chance!
But sadly, no one will.
She looks at him but he's looking away.
While she is looking away, he's looking at her.
They both don't want to take a chance because they are too scared.
They both like each other but they don't show it, nor will they admit it to the other.
Secretly loving, never knowing.
Afraid to live, afraid to want something that might not be there.
Losing nothing is better than losing everything.
But is it?
In the end they are still dreaming; always loving; always hurting.
And all because they were both too afraid to believe.
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~thescreecher Nov 24, 2008
That is very true in most cases of true love. I love how your wrote about it. Is there someone in your life that you see this that involves you asking the same question? ;)
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~blah-queen16 Nov 24, 2008
Well this happens quite a lot because I'm quite shy :D
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~thescreecher Nov 24, 2008
Well take some advice from one who was so shy not long ago. Talk to others, get to know one more person a week. Once you get comfortable with knowing many people, knowing how that ask that crush comes almost naturally. Or at the flirting will. ;)
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~blah-queen16 Nov 28, 2008
Nice. Thanks for the advice. I'll have to try it. Another thing that makes me not want to ask someone out is because I've gotten rejected like a bajillion times (okay only like 3 but whatever :D) and I don't like it (not that anyone does). At least the flirting comes sort of naturally. ;)
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~thescreecher Nov 28, 2008
ha, amature. I've been rejected at least 20 times, if not more. I got my first girlfriend in 11th grade, and none have been past a month until my college years. It's my second full year in college, I'm 19, and I have a girlfriend that I've been with for 2 1/2 months now. It takes time, and it takes lots of rejects to learn who you can get, who is impossible, what kind of person you want, and who is the actual jerk hidding behind the smile, you know?
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~blah-queen16 Dec 6, 2008
Yeah I know, its just sometimes it gets old. But thanks. Yay for you and the girlfriend.
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~thescreecher Dec 7, 2008
Thanks, and I hope all goes well for you.
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~blah-queen16 Dec 19, 2008
Your welcome. And thanks :D
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!HannahKane Nov 24, 2008
wow that totally explains my life
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~blah-queen16 Nov 24, 2008
I know right? hehe :D
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