UntitledWhat is wrong with me?Nobody seems to know.How did this happen?Time's running out.Why me?I must be hated.Where am I?In a world full of people.Who are you?I'm just a stranger.When did you get here?This is where I've always been.
What You Thought You KnewAs the thick tears fall from my eyes,my heart hardens one more time.You see it as anger,a stubberness not found in most.You see it as frustration,coming out into the open at an unsuspecting person.But no,you don't know what it is.It's pain passed on by those who don't care.It's love that I still have to give.It's adaptation to something I never asked for.But, it's one more thing too.It's me.I am broken.
BittersweetLife is but a masquerade.Truth is but a figment of the imagination.Love is but a lie.
LoveSometimes it seems to disappear,but mostly it just fades away.Leaves you alone in the darkness,lost and scared in the rain.Sometimes it's open-eyed,but mostly it's just blind.With eyes cast away,that have another tear to hide.Sometimes it's all you needbut mostly it's all you want.Follows you around,another person to haunt.Nothing's really known,in this mundo loco of ours.But if I had to guess,love's the way to escape these bars.
LightA light,in the midst of all darkness.Hope,in a world of fear.A word,on a blank page.Life,in all that is dead.A wonder,when all is bleak.Love,when my heart couldn't.
FearDrowning in an ocean of fear,sinking to the bottom.Fighting against the current,surrendering to its power.Fear isn't just a four letter word,syllables strung together.Fear isn't just something you feel when you're hurt,scared of the future.The problem with fear is that no one can cure it,like a cancer that eats you alive.
I Am FreeOminous sounds,incredulous stares.Walking down the hall,there's the door to freedom.Taste of disbelief,the air tainted with skepticism.Running down this corridor,there's the shadow of our leader.Fake smiles,curious whispering.Creeping up the walls,a sense of wonder.
LastThis is it, the last thing I heard, before I died.A song so simple, a calm melody, a placid sound.Time ran out, clocks burned with fire, ashes remain.Accidentally on purpose, life surrenders in the end, to death alone.
GuitarI hold the final living piece of me,here, in my hands.There's nothing I wouldn't give,to be alive again.My thoughts are not my own, it seems,I've got someone else's brain.But what am I?If I don't have that?My last remaining piece.
Prisoner of LoveYour body is hot like the sun,But your heart is as cold as ice.When I hold you, it's your heart I feel.Don't kiss me too deeply,Don't touch me too much,Don't make me fall for you,With a single touch.(all over again)Your mind is with her,Your body's with me,I'm crying now,But you can't see.(everyday)My body is mine,But my heart is not,What's mine is yours,And it makes you hot.(I fall)Stop touching me if she's who you see.My heart drips tears,But you don't care,You're rocking my body,And tangling my hair.(faster)I can't escape.You've held me captiveIn your prison of love.
Cupid And IYou were sensitive, kind and niceAnd when I cried you gave me adviceBut...Feelings of true love can never goFeelings of true love can only growTrue love can't dieIt can't admit defeatTrue love is the excuse to pull foolish featsFor Cupid and I have been at warLove has abandoned me once moreIt used to be my one resortThe thing that gave me small comfortNow I sit here drowned* in lonlinessWriting down sins I can't confessFor Cupid and I have been at warA stalemate reached yet once moreWhile I'm fighting against a small part believesThat no love would be the death of me
Can't I?Can't I have your hand to hold?Your heart with me, to never be soldCan't I have a single kiss?If not, it's one I'll always missCan't I have your heart to treasure?Because I know you're the one I'll love foreverCan't I please be your girl?The one you'll dance with, dip and whirlCan't I have just* one lingering gaze or touch?I know this is something I want too muchCan't I?I know I shouldn't do but I stop and wonder what you would doIf I told you that I love you, would you say I love you too?
PerfectI'm always smiling, even though I can hurt insideThe smile is permanently glued to my faceIt has to beBecause I have to be perfectI don't have to be perfect for meNoI have to be perfect for everyone elseBelieve me, I would rather be lying on my sofa fat, not getting good grades, and not being friends with everyoneBut I won't make anybody happy by doing thatIt probably looks really easy to smile and laugh all the timeIt probably looks really easy to be prettyIt probably looks really easy to never cryIt probably looks really easy to be the bubbly one, the flirty one, the one everybody likesI'm telling you now, it's notBut instead of just being normal, I tell myself that other people are better when I'm betterWhen I laugh and smile, other people laugh and smileWhen I'm pretty, other people feel prettyWhen I don't cry, other people don't cryWhen people like me, other people are just happierIt's most likely that none of that is truePeople probably envy me and hate me whe
Ten WordsLife is a wonder, and people take it for granted
Her Golden Wings*Slowly the sound of a guitar fills the air*She was born to a fallen world,With made up games and dirty rules.She tried so hard to flip the right cards,Falling so short of a Royal flush.Her procaine heart shattering to pieces.*The strings of the guitar begin getting worked faster, making its sound echo louder*She gave it her best, offering him her heart,Suffering, time and again at his hands.Where the smile feels so very fake,But she works it for the crowd.Hoping to believe, to make him see,Her amazing heart,Of the pureness and love she has to give.*The guitar softening again, staying like that for a few moments before increasing in tone.*He wont see, nor will he ever believe,That what he has in his hands, is an Angel.An Angel.Ripping her precious golden wings apart,Draining her blood in the dirt.Leaving her there, alone in the darkness,The fallen wrapping their claws around her.*The sound of the instrument fades softly*A hand reaches
paper-cutit felt so lame,like somethingfrom a bad movie.with mekneeling next to you, helping youpick yourmidterm papers up off the floor -shuffling,straightening,shufflingwords tripping -and Ifelt like a sleezebagtrying to hit on an innocent girl,but I wasn't.[I don't know what I thoughtI was doing]and I think we should have knownwhen Ihanded you those lecture notesand gave you aninch-long paper-cut,but no.we kept on pushing after that.through the coffee-date where wecouldn't stop laughingat how witty we both were,and there wasn't a singleawkward silence,and you thoughtI was so classydrinking tea,and I was justhappy to havesomeone finally 'get' me.[like there's anything to get]and we kept on pushing untilnow,sitting here on opposite sidesof a kitchen table,morning sunlight streamingin on usthrough a window -you think it's trying to help, butI know,staring down and out,that it's just there to be ironic.and I sit here and I think thatmountains fall do
fridayhappinessa thousand ringswrapped around my bodytight like your armson my waist,loose enough to breathethe warm summer air.i caught myselfstaring at your hands,watching their veinsform roads to your arms,your shoulders.i didn't want you inside me.i never wanteda fragment of your heartto tangle with mine,a sliver of soulto stain my own,just a hand to holdand lips to kissand smileand share beautiful musicwith the winds ofroses.
wildfire baptism .collabriding in the backs of cherry red carslifting our shirts to expose our bare breasts,we are alive, caught in the wind,miracles on wheels, falling straight to hellthe energy in the cans we dropcourses like wildfire through our fingersuntil we crash and burn.like ghosts of smoke on willing lipsfighting spring hymns for strange boyswe met on bread vansand gave mock baptisms,there on a lake, bobbing underwaterlike street chickenslost sins-(soon to be reclaimed).we are on fire, a hot metal car wreckburnt with reckless abandonand furious winds. it is hell in thatit is too beautiful to taste.iron bends like spinesand we fall deeperagain.with the memories of addictsand words not wailedtossing in irises,in curses for the youth lostwebbing on backbones,in spider hands that find:time is a mere scratchon nothing.
TrappedImprisoned within the walls of your mind,every direction the same.Screaming will not save you,no one will care.These insane thoughts break you down,but nothing can break the walls.