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RebeccaI hate you,
I hate you,
You stole his heart,
I'll never have a chance with him,
You stole his heart.
You stole his mind so he can only think of you,
He will never think about me,
All he will think about is the time you spent together,
I hate you,
I hate you,
You stole his mind.
You stole his eyes,
So when he looks at me he sees right through me,
When he looks at the house all he thinks about is how you were here, you were there,
His eyes compare me to you,
I hate you,
I hate you,
You stole his eyes.
You stole my happiness,
I never knew you Rebecca,
But everyone compares me to you,
The housekeeper, the servants,
Forever devoted to you,
I hate you,
I hate you,
You stole my happiness.
ConfusedHow am I supposed to feel?
It is hard not to cry,
Not to scream and shout,
How are you supposed to feel
when the little girl you spent all your time playing with,
Suddenly becomes a boy.
When she wants to be called he,
When she says call me Cody,
When one day she walks through the door and she is not a woman anymore
What are you supposed to do?
You want to be supportive,
But all you feel is shock,
All traces of that girl is gone,
But is she still there inside?
Is the little girl I grew up with still there?
Will I ever see her again?
My whole perspective is shifted and I am thrown on my face.
I am not sure how to act around you anymore,
Afraid to offend,
Afraid of the fact that I don't understand,
What it is your thinking,
What it is your going through,
I am confused with how I feel, what am I supposed to do?
When all I want to say is she, she,
And all you want is he, he,
How did I not see this to start with?
Why I am so confused?
What do you want me to do?
Dexter MorganMy darkness follows me whenever I go
I cannot tame it
I cannot even give a name to it
It always controls me.
No matter how much I want to get rid of it I cannot
No matter how much I want to be normal, I will not be
Until I have this dreadful dark passenger away from me.
I cannot sleep at night
Killing occupies my every thought
Even if they deserve to die
Society views it as wrong.
I pretend to be normal
I pretend to have a soul
I pretend to be a human
Even though I am not one.
Why has the human's god
Chosen this path for me?
Why must I live with the fact
that I am a monster
And always will be one.
Easy= BoringIf life was so easy
I'm not exactly sure where I would be
Would I ever work to achieve my dream?
Or would I have it just handed to me?
If life was so easy
I wonder if I would have worries or cares
What would that feeling be,
To never have thoughts occupy my brain
Would I just be a mindless blob?
Forever content with lackluster?
Would life even be worth living anymore?
If life was so easy
If life was so easy
Would I even be inspired to write these words?
Or would I just waste all my thoughts away?
Would I ever have any thoughts at all?
If like was so easy
I think I'd rather not live at all
If life was so easy
Stop HurtingIt's easier to hurt someone,
But it's harder to be the one hurting.
It's hard to see the faces they make when you walk away,
Or when you say something.
It's hard to feel like your not included in anything,
Your too shy to stand up and speak for yourself
When you finally get up the courage to speak,
What do you say?
It's hard to trust someone
It's hard to depend on someone
When all you can think about is how will they hurt you,
How do you keep it from happening?
You become a shadow of yourself,
You see weakness in someone else,
So you smash it in order to feel better.
I wish I could make myself feel better,
So I could help someone else.
I wish I could not get caught up in the cycle,
I wish I could get myself out.
DrowningDoes it even matter what I think anymore?
Does anyone even care?
It seems no matter how hard I try,
No one seems to understand.
All I want is for someone to see below the surface,
I'M NOT OKAY,
I feel like I could scream it in your face,
Muster up the courage to put it in a text,
I could write it on the small of your back with my fingers,
I could cut long scars on my arms,
If it will only get you to see...
I want to let you in,
I want to shove you away.
I don't know to how to help myself,
How are you supposed to help me?
I think about suicide like a normal girl thinks of icecream,
It's a thought that never goes away.
All I can think of is the anger, frustration, the hurt, the pain, the emptiness,
I feel empty,
I feel like there is nothing here.
Why can't I get anyone to see?
Why can't you understand...?
That I am drowning,
And I can't save myself.
Self DiscoveryI just need some time to breathe,
I'm not sure what's inside of me,
Not sure how to channel all the anger, all the pain
Not sure how to take care of myself.
I'm not sure if needing someone is good or bad,
I feel like free falling backwards,
And there is nothing there to save me.
If I ever crash, will be there be someone to miss me?
Someone who will care?
Is there something I can do
To make the hurt go away,
To make the emptiness cease,
To make me feel like I'm worth something again
Will I ever learn the true meaning of being me?
Love- Stupid Title, Overused-The soft sounds of your breathing,
The sound of your heart beating inside your chest,
The smile that never leaves your face when you're with me,
The love the swells up inside of me.
Is it really possible to love something as much as I love you?
The soft sound of your voice as it calls to me,
The sweet taste of your lips as they touch mine
The tenderness of your skin against my skin
Love is different than anything I have ever known.
It's a feeling that no matter how many words I think of to describe it, I can't think of one that hits it just right,
Not one word can describe what you make me feel inside,
Not one moment can sum up everything I feel,
Love is something you can't just say.
I feel in right here in my heart,
The heart that aches for you when you are away,
The heart that beats so loudly when you are close,
The heart that won't let anyone else near it.
My love is only for you, and you only,
My love, my only.
The Wisdom of A ChildThere I was at the orphanage that day, and there I came across a little boy;
A little boy, who did not wear the face of a child, but instead a face of pain.
I turn to the teacher at the orphanage and I ask, "Who is that sad little boy?"
The teacher doesn't even have to look up to know who I am speaking of,
"That's Tyler." She said, "He's from Haiti." I walk towards the little boy, and I ask
"Why are you so sad?" Tyler just looked at me and said, "Let me tell you my story."
I was running, running so far away, I could feel the soles of my shoes breaking,
but I had to get myself away from that place. It was never my home.
I thought of their faces, a clear picture ran across my mind.
My mother's smile, my sister's dimple, it just pushed me to run even faster;
I had to run away.
That very nigh
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
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
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,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Saving my BabyBaby how I am supposed to love you,
How am I supposed to take care of you?
When you won't let me in.
I try so hard to so to show you that you can depend on me,
To be the shoulder you can lean on
All I want is for you just to let me see what you're feeling,
No matter how hard I push,
I am pushed back even farther.
Baby how are we supposed to be together,
When we can't communicate?
When I can't be let in when your hurting?
My heart breaks because I can't help you,
My soul is dying because you won't even give me a chance.
Baby I love you
Please let me in
I am crying out for you to let me out of the darkness on the outside,
And let into the light of your heart.
Baby if you don't let me in,
How are we supposed to get through?
How can you truly love me,
When I can't be let in to see the hurt that your hiding from me,
When I am shoved away for trying...
Baby what would you have me do?
I'm trying to save us,
I'm trying to save you...
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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