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Epiphanies

the walks i take, and the places they take me

A Lack Of Words

I find myselfAt a lack of wordsand this is a thoughtthat sickens memore than sadness could ever know

Tea

This teawarms my bonesfrom the subtle acheinside myselfThis teawarms the placesyou left to be coldand vacant This teareminds me of your warmth and of your touch; yet i am comforted.

Thoughts of You and the World

The world is too much for me.So many thingsI cannot see, and yetThere is so muchI would like not to know.The very thought of yourattles meto my coreand I cannot resistthe thought of your lips on mine.All I can think about is kissing youand killing myself

Will you?

Will you still love me in the morning?Will you still like me when it's over?Will you still be there when I push you away?Will you stay,Will you?Would you cryOnce my body decays?Would you feelanything at all? Would I?

Insanity

My melancholic dispositionhas the best of me. Who am Ibut a meredose of insanity?Collapse into this shellof hollow wordsand thoughts.I'm not who I ever intended to be.How can you love meWhen I'm not me?

The Stars and the Sky

Would you warm my bones if I asked you?Would you reach the sky if I asked you?A long time ago you would have.A long time ago I'd believe you.This cold; cold and hollow and empty.The stars are empty.My heart is too frailto cure another's bones.

Questions

Why do we suffer so much?Is there another pathto this life we endure?Or are we damagedby our consequencesand reconstructed from the ashes?

So Sudden

I find myselflosing my own interest almost as suddenlyas you gained it in meand for this i am not only confusedbut i find myself heartbrokennot from the thought of youbut from who i am

Darling, I'm losing

Darling,the rate at which i suddenlyslump into sadnessastounds me.For I am not a sad person,you see, my life is a seeminglymundane pile of normalcy,and yet I burn in my own anguish.Darling,I am losing the battle whichI thought I had already wonwith myself.This sharp pain of lifeis insufferable.I wan..

Suspended

The words you say have no meaning,They're hollowLike my insides, like my words, like my soul--I do nothing but wallow. I wallow in the absence of you.You never truly left me, not really,But your presence brings nothing but pain.Even if you left I'd have the same feeling.It's like you died,I am ..

I Find Myself Not Wanting to Stop

I am intoxicatedby your words,I am a frequent userwhen it comes to youAnd I cannot refrainfrom divulging in yoursmile, drowning in it.I am intoxicated by you,yet I find myselfnot wanting to stop.

My Disposition

My melancholic dispositionhas the best of me. Who am Ibut a meredose of insanity?My darlingOh, I wish you weren't.I adore you-But these marks on my bodyWill push you away.

Feeling

I'm not who I ever intended to be.How can you love meWhen I'm not me?Collapse into this shellof hollow wordsand thoughts.My words are uselessI am uselessand one day I'll float away.I want to &nbs..

Your Doll

I'll be your doll.You'll play with me,And pull my strings,And tell me sweet things. Eventually, you'll abandon meThats how it worksThat is what people doThey use you until they're through.

Anchor

old poem revised

Gone

When everything I've ever wanted was never in reach,these glassy eyes and this fading smilecan only bring me so farcan only lead me away from emptiness for so long and I am gone. Three wordsused to mean so much,over time they've become so emptyand they bring me back to this emptiness ..

Home

old poetry

the monster

This blood stains more than just my bodyIt stains everything inside of me as wellBut, it's no longer you on my skinIt's a reflection of myselfOr, rather, the monster insideConsuming, using, abusingEvery last inch of meIt's all I seeI wash it away, but it's thereIt'll always be thereTo control me

Creatures of Habit

I write only to extinguishthe insatiable pain of life. How can you love someoneSo distant, so far away,that you ache from their absence?I am cursedStuck in the endless tanglesof my past loves.I am only a creature of habit.I may not knowwhat the future holds. I can only foreseefrom wha..

The Need to be Reminded

Remind me why I breathe.It gets foggier and foggier every day.Remind me why I inhale.I lose myself every second.Remind me why I exhale.It becomes a mystery.Remind me why I live.Because I forget why I do.I need your eyes to paint the sun.I need your hand to hold my gun.

Hollow Words

an old poem

Something

Her eyes are dark circles,Reminding her of her sleepless nights.She covers it with makeup and hides herself.She knows what it's like to want to die,To want to truly end your life forever.But there is something keeping her here,It's hard to grasp, but it's there.And she is alive.

Away

I'm being carried away by your wordsYour smell,Your touch, Your voice,I miss you so.But you knowYou're vacant & I am empty Time is not important to me anymoreYou left me and your words causedA subtle shock in my system

Cards

We have become so fragile. Like a house of cards.The hands that build are shaking, we grow clumsy.We lose balance and we scatter across the carpet.Aimless, frenzied, and fragile.Your name lingers at the tip of my tongue,Light as a feather, yet heavy as an anc..

Ache

Where are you dearand why must i torture myself this way?Why must Iachewith the words I cannot say?

Alive

old old oldies

Untitled

Who is this person I have become?Since when do I just sit around,Waiting for the one?If only I could make a sound...But I have no lips, fingers, or teeth.Everything I have is frozen in concrete.And since you cannot hear me,I want you to know, It still cannot be.What I mean is, you and me.I feel like..

Oblivion

The human brain is an amazing place,Some things we remember, others we erase.We make one tiny mistake,And suddenly everything is at stake.You just don't get it, do you?You're so oblivious with everything you do.You don't even realize you're scared,And you just leave me standing there.I sit here and ..

You

old poem i wrote

Dark, Sandy Mirrors

old poem i wrote in high school

Come Home

Mommy don't leave me.I just want you to know,It was sad for me to watch you go.I miss you so much,You don't even know.This killed me Mommy,I'll never be the same. Mommy, come home.Mommy don't leave me.It was sad for me to see you lying thereWith tubes in your nose.You're in a better place now,Or so ..

Healing

I look at myselfI look at what I've becomeI'm completely numbA walking, scarring disappointment B l i n &nb..

Acceptance

I have accepted my own emptiness,
I have learned nothing more
than the empty space inside myself
which houses forgotten loves
as soon as they drift to the shore.