Every night before sleep
I want to say
Whatever happens tomorrow
At least we've had today
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the words
That still run through my mind
As I spin with the Earth
Falling out of the lines
I can’t colour inside
When there’s so much to see
So I’m damaged by pride
As it colours through me
Still you can’t see the way
That my words want to bleed
Like you can’t see the breaks
That still have yet to be
Gold / FeathersHollow homes with broken dreams
Where fallen angels gather
Where silent sounds and shattered screams
Still hunt for one another
It was a house of heavens own
Where gilded children lay
A place that restless souls called home
Following their final days
But golden skin and feathered backs
Can not of peace restart
With final steps in fiery traps
This place is bound unto their hearts
The PeopleYou let everything fall
Like it’s what you believe
While the writings on walls
You take time not to read
While we’re all standing tall
And we’re lining the streets
You hide out in the stalls
Scared your pockets might bleed
As it all comes around
To the paper you own
With silences sound
The only one that you know
But we’re still speaking out
Though we fall like the snow
We’ll set fire to towns
As our own voices grow
'Cause the people have power
And it won’t ever fade
It just grows every hour
As you feed it with rage
Not a soft spring time shower
It’s a torrential rain `
As bureaucracy cowers
We still fight through the pain
Opening Paragraph - New WIPI always imagined my suicide note would be beautiful and tragic. I thought it would be more than a note, more than a letter, even. I thought it would be a delicately admired piece of literature, like an ancient relic in clumsy hands. The reality of the matter, however, did little more than attract everyone’s attention to just how generic my reasons for wanting to sign out early were. I’d been nothing more than a sheep for my entire life. Following the herd and being pushed this way or that by an unruly bitch. I’d followed the trends and the fads, always hoping that I was trying just enough to enable my constant position under the radar to continue on. Even in trying to kill myself I’d somehow followed the trend, asphyxiation and pills were out, but cutting was in. People were cutting themselves for all kinds of reasons, and I was but a face in the crowd. However, I needed - like a select few did - to go deeper than a cut. I needed to feel it all rushing away; th
PathsYou've been waiting for angels to give you your wings
Simply walking in circles trying to get to a win
Killing all of your trees just to count through the rings
As you struggle to find what it is that you bring
'Cause you want to be special and you want to be more
As you watch those around you stand up just to fall
And the fear's working in from the world to your core
As you carry on forward in an unnoticed war
They all hold your hand till you need it the most
When you're standing on cliffs on the crumbling coasts
As you wonder what came from the words that you wrote
Did they fix all the lives and the hearts that you broke
And your paths crossing over and wandering back
To the over familiar and soul crushing track
Now the sun's coming up but it's coming up black
When you can't find your way the World starts to attack
You've been stumbling, fumbling through worlds in the dark
And all the pages you need are torn up into parts
Now you know all you need is the smallest of sparks
But it sti
ReignGet it beautifully wrong taking it day by day
Swinging free back and forth and I can't find my way
I still can't see the traps 'cause I'm stuck in the haze
Taking baby steps back from the progress I made
And I'm building the walls for my very own cage
So afraid I can't leave but still scared I can't stay
Now they're circling me and I'm stuck in this place
And they're chopping trees down just to get better aim
So I set myself down in the dry of the earth
And I'm asking myself how I'll make this thing worse
I am hearing the sirens like I'm seeing the hearse
As the rain starts to fall and it's feeding my thirst
I can't help but ignore all the things that I've learnt
And although I must go what I've got to do first
As the blood starts to fall and I feel how it hurts
I will douse the whole ground till it's ready to burst
I will take the light out for a forrest of flames
As they all flail their arms searching for who to blame
Because now it's my turn to stand up and take aim
Through the blur
Every Journey Begins...Every journey begins with ignorance.
You’re in your own little world.
Surrounded by secrets you didn’t know exist.
You’re surrounded by fools
Who know less than you.
And somehow, somehow, you’re different.
A stranger in a “black and white” world.
And when a fellow stranger comes along,
Your journey to find the grey world begins.
You’ll refuse at first,
But the grey world is so tempting
That you’ll find yourself accepting.
Amazement will occur,
Losses will take place
And you’ll surely be filled with despair.
But when it’s over,
You’ll go back to the black and white world grey,
And fill the world with many colors.
The Sleeping Beauty (Original Story/Uncensored)The prince approached the sleeping princess, who lay draped upon a velvet throne under a dais of brocade. He called out to her, but she seemed insensible, as if in a trance. As he contemplated her many charms, he suddenly felt his blood course hotly through his veins. The prince lifted her in his arms and carried her to a bed, whereon he gathered the first fruits of love while she slept on. When he was through, he left the princess, and returned to his own kingdom, where, in the pressing business of his realm, he thought no more of the incident.
The princess slept on for nine months, and when the nine months were up she gave birth to two beautiful infants, a boy and a girl. Throughout her pregnancy, the princess, whose name was Talia, had been attended by two fairies who now placed the infants at their sleeping mother's breasts. One of the children, unable to find the mother's nipples, sucked on Talia's finger, loosening the poison splinter that had lodged there when she pricked it on
Love Means NothingLove means nothing
when you are a lonely soul,
It's just a word to make you believe
that your life has not reached it's final
Love means nothing
can't you see?
It's just a word to make you hatefully ask:
"Whats wrong with me?"
Love means nothing
it's just an empty word,
Hope and despair,
A word that hunts you down
like a nightmare.
Love means nothing when you are lonely
A Shadowed Frame Of Mind
Swallowed in a nightmare so deep
I no longer dream, this is a lifeless sleep
Taken by the serpent's kiss
Aching, pleading for one true bliss
My time, my day will never come
No longer trying, I am done
A fallen angel, a broken heart
I needed to be loved from the start
My pulse is fading, my breathing frail
Cover me with your midnight veil
Poisoned by your polluted air
Waiting, wishing for someone to care
Scarred by your words, your poetry, your prose
This is the life, for me you have chose
Your fingers leave me empty, so hollow
Through the darkness I will wallow
Hanging, limp, cold to the touch
Ending the bittersweet world I loathe so much
The chilling rain, soaking my mind
Alone and lost for someone find
I lay unaided on this fateful day
Destiny may have her way
Blanket roses blacken my grave
For this is the state you force me to crave
Acid looks temper the mood
Here I am, the devil's food
Temptation consuming from within
Crumbling now, a dreadful sin
Finally, I'll cut my soul in tw
A Candle of Lost StatureHe stands proud and tall!
Looking up toward the sky.
yet, he never asks of why.
Then he feels as his passion starts to burn.
His flames grow ever higher,
as he only wonders more.
but not knowing of what for.
As he slowly slips away never to return.
He is losing himself,
to his trivial yet moral passion.
Yet it goes unnoticed...
for this day and age it is in fashion.
As he is lost in the shadows... never stopping.
These nights he feels weak... drained...
empy... of life...
finally picking up on the notion,
he is dying from his strife.
As he dwindles down to nothing.
As he flickers out he stares...
at the stars and the moonlit sky.
Then lowers his had with tears,
And with a gasping breath asks... "why?"
As another man of the flame is consumed...
by the ever-surrounding darkness...
Laura by the windowdreary evening falls on block
where careworn gal lies on her couch
in front of blinking screen she's bored
when shadow quickly flies outside
first she thought it's nothing special
her eyes so tired, not interested
but second shadow missed the window
and Laura stood in room in fuss
neighbourhood was quiet and bleak
wind in streets once strong once weak
when again, right past her window
shadow of a man flew down
all of a sudden, all hell broke loose
men and women, boys and girls
writhing and kicking, traveling through air
just a few seconds, down to the ground
frail and confused she opened the window
bodies still hitting dead lawn below
crawled on the windowsill, for better look
she lost her balance – quick joined the show