No one will see, no one will know,
I'm sitting here in my bedchamber,
Heart is dropping with every blow.
Faster and faster it goes so very low.
No one can find me, No can tell.
This pain that I so well remember,
It haunts me down to the core,
Keeps me searching for anything more
My arms streaked red,
Some kind of obscene mural,
A mirror of the pain,
That I attempt so hard to hold in.
No one will tell when I slowly pass away,
Metal gleams up at me,
A strict life or death chance.
Give life but one more glance and...
Death... but what if I..
Death... It seems that I
Death...keep wanting more
Death...is this the time I've waite
At the airport he turns around, one last wink before he's gone.
The boy, my brother, off to fight for his country.
"He seems so young," my mother says as she turns away,
Tears come freely, from me, my mother.
Daddy held us close, letting us sob,
While quickly turning and running his hand along his cheek,
Not wanting us to see the tears in his own eyes.
He wrote home, every night for two weeks.
Slowly the letters became shorter, and after longer periods of time.
Every day I would look in the mailbox,
Hoping, wishing a letter would be there.
The letters were happy, at first.
Each one telling about newly found friends,
And beau
Changing…
Twisting turning, loving, changing,
You move and one second you're different.
You realize you've morphed, a little piece of everyone.
You realize you've changed,
You're not the same.
I Wanna Be Me
There are many whose lives are wasted,
Taking moments for granted, they throw them away,
Throughout their life they've not tasted,
The joys of being themselves.
One can never imagine how wonderful the feeling,
To know exactly what's inside of you,
To know there's one who you know is believing,
That someday you're colors will reflect the true you.
Be yourself, don't let anyone put you down,
Don't let anyone try to make you
Life's Journey
Fairy tales begin when they're young,
Spinning webs of heroes and princesses,
Painting pictures for sons and daughters.
All these things roll of mother's tongue,
Carlessly rushing like water.
The stories spill and twirl, right into the child's mind,
Changing the thoughts they have of what things are, or what they will be.
These thoughts of people, or kindness or trust.
This gives the child character, which is part of life's fundamental crust.
Then, this makes the child challenge what is true,
A thing that some children rarely ever do.
If they do not challenge life, what is it's purpose?
They will wonder, where sh
Shattered glass,
my heart breaks on a summers day.
Tears fall like rain, making rivers down my face,
Coming to pools in my lap,
Mingles with blood, sweat.
Mine heart is torn to pieces,
Lying there inside my room.
Nobody to hold on to,
Nobody really cares.
Crying out, but nobody hears me,
Screaming your name, you never show,
But life goes by, regretfully I know,
I'll never change, restricted from the life I want so badly
Life's a blur, wasting away in these confines,
Dying to find a new light,
Dying to try to cross these lines
The lines hold me back, tell me what I can and can't do
They hurt me, bind me, I watch ruefully a
The Format Abused Childhood by sk8erboi485, literature
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I grab at my shackles, tear at them, my fingers streaked red.
Yet they are still there, gleaming metal, dead looking up at me.
Poking and prodding, pushing me down
It doesn't care but to get me to a higher layer of pain
Painfully I slide to the ground, scratching at yesterdays bruises,
Anguish, hurt encumbers me.
I'm weighed down by these dense metal chains,
They do me no good, but harm.
Why dost thou hurt me by bracing me?
Why dost thou give me scars on my neck, as the metal digs in further.
Scars upon more scars, they build on my skin
From metal, stones, mortar for bricks.
This is not a childhood, it is a torture chamber.
Thi
No matter how hard you try,
Incessantly, every single day.
You pretend not to care,
You try to hurt me,
To make me cry,
But I see through that fasad
See, I can look inside and find the true you,
Soon I will find the heart you mask with scars intertwined.
So I will not go, leaving you behind
Shall my heart keep falling faster?
Shall it never stop turning, twisting
Bending, binding myself in its control?
For now my heart stretches from the east to the west
And it continues, pulling me along with it for the joyride.
I will be in your thoughts
I will make you care.
If I could-
If I cared-
If I would only dare-
I love you.
_is a sunbeam.
We played too early for earnesty;
I didn't know then what a ray of light you would be on my world,
and I wouldn't understand this beauty and radiance
until it was no longer shone in my own direction.
Current Residence: New York Favourite genre of music: Classical or Broadway/Show Tunes MP3 player of choice: Apple Ipod Favourite cartoon character: Little McGee from McGee & Me
Favourite Visual Artist
Leonardo Da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Hm.. that's hard. I believe Phantom of the Opera, then The Legend of Bagger Vance
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Probably Mozart or Beethoven, then Andrea Bocelli, Charlotte Church, Josh Groban & Luciano Pavar
Favourite Writers
Aidan Chambers or M.E. Kerr or Alice Walker
Other Interests
Writing/poetry/prose, and New York City photographs, great food, & symphonic classical music.
LOL yah same goes..I hope you're happy here...it's really a great place to organize all your stuff, and let people know who you really are. Drop by some time, we'll have wine and donuts.