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Hopeless BlissI've known all along
But hidden it deep inside
Now I'm going to let it out
And you're going to hide
I don't know if it's clever
To show every scar
I should trust my head
But I'm going with my heart
When you brush against my skin
The only thing I want to do
Is feel your warmth
And hold on to you
When we touch
I still see that spark in your eyes
If you see it too
It wouldn't be a surprise
The next time we kiss
It's going to mean more
It's going to give you shivers
That reach every single pore
I'll wrap my arms around you
And show you what I've hidden for so long
My kiss will show this hidden world
That I live in when I'm tired of staying strong
And the feelings will come rushing back
Straight back into your soul
I'll cherish the beautiful moment
That we are once again whole
I'll stare into your eyes
As hopeful as ever
Wishing with every atom of my body
That we'll stay like this forever
Until that day comes
I'll imagine it with a heartbroken smile
I'll pretend that everything's okay again
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for you
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleep
I can't bare to close my eyes
I can't stand what's inside my head
Be it made of truth or lies
'Cause when I fall asleep
The nightmares take place
The worst things I can imagine
Scarier than any screaming face
In my dreams
I see you there
But you're hurting me on purpose
And you don't seem to care
I see you with other girls
And you look so happy
And I'm stood there screaming
Telling you it should be me
But you're not listening
You're too busy having fun
I can't get away from what I'm seeing
No matter how much I try to run
I'm seeing you with girlfriends
I've never even heard of
Telling them they're beautiful
As I start to sob
Then I wake up in the dark
And I'm lying here alone
With no one here to comfort me
Just me on my own
You may think the worst part is over
But it's only just begun
'Cause when I go back to sleep
I know I'll have another one
Nightmares that leave me crying
When I wake up in bed
Wishing every night
That they would stay out my head
But I kno
Don't You Know?Don't you know that you're taking her for granted?
She's not going to be there for you for long if you're never there for her
Why don't you call her every once in a while, see if she's okay
She'll appreciate it more than you think
Show her that you truly love her, tell her she's your everything
Just prove to her that she means something to you
'Cause right now she may feel unappreciated
Right now she may feel useless
So prove to her that she's special
Prove to her that she's the only one for you
'Cause you could be slowly losing her
While you spend your time doing nothing
Meet up with her every once in a while
Before she walks away
'Cause once she walks away
She's never coming back.
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
Your eyes would light up the world
The things you'd do
The people you'd meet
They'd smile for your every heartbeat
I'm not going to describe your appearance
'Cause I know you'd be beautiful no matter what
Your smile would bring joy to my heart
And your kind heart would bring so much joy
Not just to me
But to every living thing
I'd hold you tight when you have nightmares
And stroke your hair until you sleep
I'd listen to your soft breath
And sing to you your favourite lullabies
I'd love you with every fibre of my being
I'd teach you to play beautiful music
And bring compassion to the earth
I'd teach you to respect the animals that surround us
And be grateful for nature's beauty
You would inspire people
To be strong when things are tough
You'd never lose hope
You'd never give up
You would never stop loving
You would be perfect in my eyes
You were everything I had ever hoped for
But my dream has been taken from me
The child I'll never have
The eyes I'll
Saturday NightI don't know where I am
And the music is too loud
There are far too many strangers
In this drunk mess of a crowd
Anywhere I look
There is some strange guy giving strange looks
And my head is spinning round
As if it's nowhere to be found
But it's Saturday night and everyone's here
Drinking pints of foul tasting beer
Because we need this to have fun
Because right now we have no fear
So drink away the worries
And don't care about the money
Get it down, we're in a hurry
To lose control
We're far too intoxicated
To care what they think
So let's talk a bit more loudly
And go buy another drink
We say it's only for tonight
But we know that's a lie
But I won't tell if you won't
Let's pretend that we're alright
I see the classy girl from my year
Puking up her dignity
And the guy that everyone likes
All these people aren't so pretty
When the alcohol kicks in
So why do we let this happen?
What a strange world we live in
The Dating GameMy hands are sweating, my stomach churns
My breathing increases in pace
The insecure feeling returns
I'm in a state that's far from grace
I really shouldn't be so nervous
But I'm running out of time
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Don't think like that, it will be fine
And now I'm standing in the middle of the room
Checking on makeup that we're brainwashed to consume
Remembering those magazines that tell you that your life's a competition
That we're all fighting for someone to fight for
You better watch your back
You're a piece of meat and the dogs want more
It's time to face the fact
That you're a piece of meat and the dogs want more
They're always hungry
They bite the hand that feeds them
So why do you still provide?
My smile is empty, my voice is sad
Although I wear this mask on my face
Trying to find what I once had
From opportunities I embrace
I really shouldn't be so upset
But I'm running out of time,
My love and trust
And now I'm standing in the mi
Icarus Dreamsi am running
with kites on runways;
slipping smiles into the breeze.
throwing paper airplanes
fluttering dreams in turbines.
i could've called anyone
there a liar--
but i only found me
inside my head.
and if i learned
i might not
afraid of flying
with the feeling of
between my fingers
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and friends.
They say I should take each day as they come and try and pretend
As if you are still here amongst us, looking down from above.
As comforting as that thought is, it will never be enough.
You not being here is a reality I am forced to take.
Living a life without you was a decision I was forced to make.
Sometimes I can’t help but think that
Inside Out.Inside Out.
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
The SongbirdIt was just before he turned
nine years old
that his mother bought the boy
a soft yellow songbird.
And that songbird
would sing the sweetest arias
and would melt away
the little boy's fears.
He loved that bird
and its beautiful melodies;
it was not a pet his mother had given him,
but a musician-
But as time wearied and withered away
(as time has tendency to do),
the boy found it harder and harder
to hear the splendid tunes
the boy could hear the bird no more.
At fifteen the boy's brain
was being ravaged by
a most monstrous cancer.
The doctors spared him his life,
but could not restore
what he had once had.
And so he was sent
to a school for the deaf and blind-
far from home and everything
he had ever known-
but he was allowed to take with him
his little songbird.
The boy was angry, though,
at Fate and God,
for he missed the bird's songs
he loved so much.
Sign language frustrated him even further,
he did not understand it
Song Writing SeaShe can't write,
Not at this time.
In a sea of silence,
She's losing her mind.
The words are flowing
out of reach.
The ocean roars
and beats the rocks.
It plays a bass
that will not stop.
She bobs on the surface
then falls underneath.
Slowly she rises,
Finding her feet.
The pencil lifts
and finds its way to her lip.
She zones out
and chews at its tip.
A lightning bolt strikes,
Her pencil flies to the page.
It scribbles crazily,
Almost in a rage.
She can't speak,
Not at this time.
In a sea of words,
She's finding her mind.
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taught
Their young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.
Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.
For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.
After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
Girl in the GlassI hate this girl
With the sneer on her lips
Her fingers knotted in her pretty hair
Her eyes are wild
She's so curvy it's almost sad
She can't hold down a diet
She keeps yanking down her sleeves to cover those pathetic scars
Her eyes are droppy
Her legs too wide
Ink stains on her finger tips
And pentagram's drawn on her sneakers
She has a silver ring and leather coat
She's so desperate to worm into some else's skin
I don't want to hate her but I do
Who is this, stupid bitch who's smiling like she doesn't have a clue?
Putting on a brave face? Ready to face her accuser?
He's waiting in the car outside
A man she should call father
Looking in a mirror is forgein to me
Trying to contact that girl in the glass
This useless bitch staring at me
Who are you?
And why would anyone want you?
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
But her loneliness never stops
She's so fed up that she's stopped trying
To be the perfect one
Because deep down she already knows
Her perfect one has been and gone
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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