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trappedI'm trapped in his ocean of not just words but actions.
His gentle caresses across my face,
way he looked into my eyes,
the way he held my hand and slid his thumb across mine,
experiencing the imaginary fireworks that they always talk about in the story books.
I'm trapped inside of these feelings.
I know I should hate him but I love him.
I know I should forget him but he's always on my mind.
I know I shouldn't have let it continue once it began, because I knew he wasn't what he claimed.
But I fell for him, as quick as a girl could fall,
When you're so used to feeling useless and unloved that tends to happen to you,
you can't believe that someone so amazingly beautiful could fall for someone like you so you fall fast and you give them your everything because you're afraid of losing them and you don't care about the consequences you just fall into that deep hole.
And what do you do when you realise he's not what he claimed to be? He's not the man he promised you he would be? You're trapp
InsomniaThe joining of our hands gave me this feeling like never before,
the warmth as it flowed through me,
brought a smile to my face,
like no other has done before.
It was simple, it was easy
and it was just what I needed.
The silence wasn't awkward,
I could feel our souls becoming closer
together through our hands.
The kiss, it felt as if there were fireworks in my heart,
raindrops on my lips and a happiness in my mind.
A happiness that had been lost,
thought lost forever.
The smile that I felt as our lips joined together,
the look into each others eyes as I raised my head.
The peace as if my entire life I had been waiting for this moment,
These feelings were uncontrollable,
for the first time in m life
I understood all those movie moments
after a kiss between two people.
The look afterwards,
I understood it.
As we lay beside each other in the bed,
your arm around me,
my head and hand on your chest
and your hand on top of my hand.
The peacefulness of it
Good GuyYou stumbled in my door,
at 3am on a Wednesday.
You laid your head on my lap and
you took a hold of my hand as
our fingers interlocked.
You looked me in the eyes,
promised me you were a good guy,
I agreed with a sigh and a smile.
And believed that you were.
You stayed with me that evening,
you held me all night,
I brushed my fingers through your brown hair,
as you began to fall asleep.
I began to think that for once,
things were going to go right for me.
You left me in the morning,
without a word to be said.
I didn't hear from you for hours,
You really wrecked with my head.
You invited me to a party,
I wasn't sure if I should have but I went,
I nervously dressed myself to look pretty
because I wanted to impress you.
The night went on and you soon warmed up to me once more,
you began to hold me close once again,
but this time I wasn't feeling it.
You have scared me,
I can't be the person you go to when you're lonely,
I can't be the person who doesn't get attached.
That's my problem,
No Permission GrantedI don’t think I have ever liked someone as much as I like him.
My day rises and sets with him,
he’s the first thing on my mind in the morning
and the last thing on my mind at night.
Cheesy as it sounds it’s true.
I didn’t ask to like him,
it sort of just happened,
I just remember sitting in a café talking to him
and laughing with him and it sort of just happened.
Suddenly everyone else in the room just disappeared
and all I could see was him
and ever since it’s been the same.
I could be in a room full of people
and the only one I see clearly is him.
It’s so difficult liking him,
cause he’s the kind of guy EVERYONE likes
so you’re in constant competition with these other people,
be they actually competing or not,
you just get so jealous every time someone else gets to spend time with him
other than yourself and you just cant stand the idea of them being with someone else besides you.
Liking someone who
Dear You.If you would just take the time,
to figure out my mind,
you'd understand the sort of it.
You would find that all this time, since we met the first time,
You've been the only resident of it.
It's hard to find,
someone so kind,
and someone so full of love.
And I won't lie, I never thought I'd find,
Someone I can't stop thinking of.
It's been three years and only now my minds gears have realised,
it's always been you. From the very first day, my mind subconsciously let the love for you over grow.
And now I must know because I can no longer hold the love I have for you.
It ticks like a clock, it just wont stop,
in the back of my mind it stays. As much as I try, it's even made me cry.
I just can't let it go.
The dreams they show, a love I'm yet to know,
a love I'm meant to have.
I want to know, I need to know,
Will you be my other half?
Now don't be scared. I know this is too much, to throw at you in one go.
But it's been a year since it's all been clear, the feelings have stuck
Sorry In Advance.I'm sorry in advance,
I'm sorry I'm probably going to break your heart,
I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice,
and I've heard the voices.
Don't fall for me I'm not worth it.
You can do so much better than me.
I know I'm always saying I want someone to hold me,
someone to take my heart.
But I don't want you to take it,
I don't want yours cause I'll just break it.
It hurts me that I don't feel the same,
I fear the day when I have to tell you the truth.
I wish I could love you because you're the most magnificent person I've ever met.
But I'm in love with him,
He owns my heart.
He doesn't know it, but he has it and one day I hope to have his,
and I know one day I'm going to regret even saying this,
but sorry in advance,
I'm sorry if I've broken your heart.
But it's for the best, put your heart to rest,
because I'll just tear it apart.
God ForbidAs I lay upon my bed, listening to the lyrics that go along with a rhythm that tunes out the story of my being.
The story of my feelings, the story of my pain and suffering.
The words they speak so clearly to me, they get inside of me and they take over and they cause a range of emotions to go through me.
The words "I will always want you" hits me hard as it makes me think of that one person, that one beautiful, amazing,loving but incredibly evil and selfish person that has taken over my mind,my heart and my intelligence.
They stop me from thinking straight, they are evil, which causes me to question why I love them so much? Why?
If it causes you pain you should leave it behind but I can't leave them behind and I honestly don't know what's holding me back.
The lyrics, I can see them rise above from the speakers on my shelf, each song, one after the other telling another story of how I'm so pathetically in love and it's killing me...I have invisible wounds all over my body, inside and o
SignsOur body language gives away our feelings,
the closeness that we share is captured on my lens
You can't deny it we look like we're together,
but we can't deny we won't admit how we feel.
Now I could be wrong,
this could be totally one-sided,
but to me it looks as if you really care,
the look in your eyes I only see when you look at me,
every other girl it's as if you don't even care.
I get tingles in my body when I see you,
My smile gets stronger every day,
It's crazy how someone I feel so much for,
is also the one who's causing me the most pain.
I'm searching for the signs,
and they're all right in front of me,
but signs won't get us together,
it's up to you and me.
just look at what we are,
look at what we could be.
Because I promise you I will always make you as happy,
as you make me.
EdgesI'm standing here on the edge of this cliff,
I watch as the waves they crash and return to the place they miss,
I think of you and where we are,
I think of all the inner scars.
I can't stop my self from thinking,
I can't stop my self from, sinking.
I don't know how to get out of this mess,
Give me your hand and we can try to fix this.
You've got me close, to the edge,
I feel like I'm falling,
Closer to the edge,
I can't keep my balance,
I need you to weigh this out,
I'm close to the edge, help me.
I can't see my self with any other,
and I can see myself getting along really well with your mother,
cause we have that one thing we both share,
We both love when you are there.
But now you've gotten really silent,
I never see you, never speak to you,
It's the sound of silence.
This is the loudest silence I've heard,
I don't know where you are cause you wont speak a single word.
You've got me close,to the edge,
I feel like I'm falling,
closer to the edge,
I can't keep my balance,
i need you t
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
MineEver since the day you asked me to be yours,
I've been worrying and thinking to much,
I'm scared to mess up what we are yet to have,
I want to tell you how much I care for you,
But I don't want to look obsessed.
I want to kiss you,
But I won't in case you want to kiss me first.
I want to promise you that I'll never hurt you the way she did,
But you don't know that I know.
I want to shout it to the world that I finally have you,
But we're keeping it quiet to see what we are.
I hate that,I hate not being able to tell the world that you are mine,
and I am yours.
You are the greatest accomplishment in my life,I'm not scared to admit that.
I'm not scared to write this down,I am scared to tell you.
I don't know why.
I just wish we could tell the world,
I'm happy to call you mine.
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