I can barely remember the last words I said.
Your heart was so broken; your eyes full of dread.
"It's not like I meant it, I really didn't mean-"
but it was already too late; your eyes set the scene.
AsylumThe walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place were I live has no doors.
It smells of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
Sometimes it gets hard just to keep sane.
I look at the wall,
but somethings not right.
You can’t tell it’s morning, noon, or night.
It’s driving me crazy,
I’m pulling my hair,
but, my arms can’t get there.
I move my arms with all my strength.
They remain in the same place.
Tears sting my frustrated face.
I feel a sting,
burning my skin,
Then reality seems to fade out and in.
The walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place where I live has no doors.
It smell of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
In reality I guess I’m not really sane.
Check ListCHECK LIST:
Heart feeling with welling regret...
Still reminded of the words I fear...
Now it’s her who you are kissing...
VolumeTheir screams are loud
my music's louder
bang on the door all they want
I’m not coming out
raise their voices
I’ll raise the volume
anything is better than being out there
Walk away and leave me alone
Don’t they ever get tired of it?
I know I do
Turn up the volume
and drown out the sorrow
Bang on the door all they want
I’m never coming out
ROTG A New bloom Arises: PROLOGE PROLOGE:
The first time I planted a seed was in the middle of my parents argument. The yelling and screaming grew worse each day and every time I'd just grit and bear it. Every time, I would plant another seed. When ran out of seeds I would run off during another argument and buy some more with, what my aunt and uncle called behind my back, “pity” money. And each time I was greeted with the same old lady who told me folktales about The Guardians, the were nonsense, of course, but at least they were better than hearing the harsh words my parents had to say.
On November 29, my first flower bloomed. I ran into my parents room, only to find that Mom had already left for work and Dad was sleeping on the couch. So, I celebrated in their place. Gathering all my plants with their decorated pots and freshly put soil, I set them around my desk, pouring each one it's own drink; only to pour it in their pot for them to drink.
Sometimes I'd talk
Rise of the Guardians: Goodbye”Promise me you won’t ever forget us…” Jack whispered in my ear, “Promise that you’ll tell stories of us to your children. Never stop them from believing.”
”But will I ever see you again? Will I ever see any of you again?!” I said, panic growing in my stomach. I looked up at him, there were tears in his eyes, “Jack? What’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?! Answer me!”
He then looked up at me, tears budding in his crystal blue eyes. “I’m sorry Becca, but all snow eventually melts. Farewell..” Jack slowly started fading away, leaving only a small snowflake behind. The other guardians also began to fade.
I looked around frantically, “Jack?! Santa?! Bunny?! Toothfairy?! Sandman?! This has got to be some kinda joke! Please don’t go, don’t leave me!” I ran to my window, stumbling on the way. There was no one. My bones grew cold, my heart stopped.
They were gone…
I'll WaitI'll wait for you from dawn 'till dusk,
invisible to your eyes.
I'll stand out in the bitter cold,
even listen to your lies.
Deep inside we're tied together,
the string of fate connects.
I'll stand out in the pouring weather,
waiting for fate to deal its decks.
And when you finally turn around,
see me from the heart.
Our love will be bound,
we'll never let it fall apart.
So I'll wit for you day by day,
even if the answer is only a "may".
Gentlemen, if she's drunkGentlemen, if she’s drunk
if she’s had too much to drink
if her cup is spilling
and her cheeks are now bright pink.
If she claims that she wants you
to embrace her and hold her tight
if she grabs you and mutters
that this very moment is right.
Then leave her,
keep your distance.
A drunk woman is a snake
to a man who wants to help.
Put a hand on her, you’ll
see what I mean.
if you see her at the bar
to tipsy to keep herself steady
then be the better man
and leave when you’re ready.
Don’t offer help,
don’t take her home
just ignore her cries
for you not to leave her alone.
She may be a girl you met
when drinking your sorrows away
or your loving girl friend
whose parents were out for the day.
But you have no idea sir,
what a drunk girl can do,
if you just want to help her
she’ll ruin you.
You may not have touched her
but you put her in you car
next morning the cops
asked why you took her from the bar.
And she’s crafted a story
so confused an
JealousyMy heart is upside down,back to front,inside out.
It´s skipping beats.
My mind is in a turmoil,wants to rant and rave,scream and shout,
I want to hide,retreat.
I love you and I hate you, simultaneously.
I can´t trust you anymore .Tell me how can this be?
This green eyed monster has me in its grip.
My over-whelming emotions are driven to the tip.
Then irrational behaviour is the order of the day,
logic and reason get ignored and pushed away.
I pinch myself again and again. It´s me alone causing all this pain.
I imagine they see you like I do, I know what they´re feeling, I feel it too.
They´re undressing you with all their eyeing,they want you badly there´s no denying.
You reassure me over, time and again. It´s me that you love but when will this end.
I know I am causing so much heartache and it´s ruining our life.
You tell me it´s my lack of confidence that´s causing all this strife.
Please stay and talk it out with me,until the bitter
To Wake...Must now I rise?
My spirit in shambles,
this life to pay cost.
Am I to rest?
A corpse set in-ground.
Hallowed the reminder,
echos silence as sound.
Yet be still I must,
no breath shall I take.
I long to stay dreaming...
For Hell is to wake.
InertiaA tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
Retrospection a massacre, Reminiscence amassed.
My leisure foretold, the tombstones have cast.
Those shadows inside, I've witnessed most dear.
Yet masks like inkblots, have begun to smear.
Their tongues now a murmur, evoked once before.
To whom they reside in, are conscious no more.
A tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
Forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
A harrowing curse, yet remittance was cloaked.
For misplaced remembrance of life's ample yoke.
My ConfessionSo many things to live for,
But so many reasons to die,
How is it that I can be happy,
While still managing to cry?
One year, five years, ten...
Too many years to count.
All my life, I've denied
The truth about the amount
Of pain in my chest and throat,
No matter how much I smile,
The overall picture decays,
Euphoria lasting a short while.
I had never really confessed
Up until now, for I've lied
For more than a decade about
Crossing to the other side.
I've lied to myself, not friends,
And I've never expressed it,
These feelings of melancholy
That leave me in a dark pit.
Selfishness and selflessness,
Who here can be blamed?
Is it them, or is it me?
Which argument is to be shamed?
A child should never wish to die,
For too young is the soul,
But my innocence was little,
Nay, may've never existed at all.
I cannot tell you exactly when
My heart had started to break,
For I myself do not know when
My whole world began to quake.
"She is bubbly," they said,
"She is so kind and energetic."
EmotionsHappiness can turn into sadness
In the blink of an eye.
Days pass us by;
Sometimes we cry,
But don't understand why.
We feel guilty
Because we have something to hide.
Words are twisted and turned;
But nothing is learned.
We're given rules
That we have to abide;
But we just brush them aside.
We have feelings inside,
But we never want to confide;
We all hurt sometimes.
Brighter days are nearby,
Keep your head up to the sky;
The dark days
Will soon pass by.