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The monster - draftThere was this girl once, who, liked to live in a world created inside hear head. And that world was made out of rainbow skies, sun kissed flowers, dream, fairytales, marshmallows and... him. But the was like the waves, coming, going and coming again. He was typical, norma, real and a total idiot. Real, like I mentioned. And she described him in so many words, she filled up an entire notebook with them, and she believed in those words. She described him as being every hero in her stories...
But one day, he, Travis, decided to brake her the news. This thime he was leaving for good, never returning into her caring arms although he promised her that a thousand times. He was never coming back, ever. his reason: he wouldn't regret it. Not now anyway...
And she was devastated of course, heartbroken, unwanted, alone. And she never really got over him because every time she missed him, she would stare in that notebook and remamber all about their story. And how he was the voice inside head hea
se pare ca-mi graieste-n alta limba intortochiata
in timp ce zambeste vag cu o aura intunecata
desprinzand mistere din aerul vechi al incaperii
in care soarele abia mai partundre printre draperii
in timp ce numar umbrele si-ascult sunetul distant de fanfara
el paseste lent numarandu-si pasii si masinile de afara
poarta in suflet o iubire, minus acele urme din trecut
care-i sunt prinse ca medallile unui soldat de soarta rapus
alt minut cade, cuvintele lui suna a poezii furate
dar niciunul dintre noi nu vorbeste de acele fantezii uzate
ma iubeste, dar cand a contat mai mult niciodata nu mia spus
doar s-a lasat purtat de vant, a inchis ochii si s-a lasat dus
si cand s-a intors tot la fel era, inchis, distant
cu gesturile unui veteran ingropate intr-un trup sarmant
dar cu toate acestea m-a luat de mana, ochii si-a inchis
si-a rosrtit domol "cu tine mereu, sunt cel mai fericit"
in timei need you
from my hands
and heart unto
the cold ground.
i am (forgetful)
i am (lost);
soon you might
s e e
that i will be
g o n e
you won't even
m i s s
and even then,
come visit me,
not even to
lay a rose on
UntitledYou break me
You crush me
You laugh at the tears in my eyes
How can I convince you of my sorrow?
It’s not a disguise
DarknessI sit alone
In the darkness
Maddness eating my soul
Little demons scare me
They scurry around in the dark
No one would care
If I died
I will never know
I'm a grey bird
My colors dull
My song silent
If someone loves me
Say it now
Before the darkness kills me
Before I die
Anyone who did care
I'll see u when I fall asleep
Cause I won't be wakeing up
A part of meWill I ever meet you again?
Will you ever be mine?
So many questions in my mind.
Will you ever be loved again,
Or your effort be rewarded someday?
Oh you deserve it, my prince.
The only thing I know for sure
Is I left my heart back with you.
the anticipation of
while for the hopeful
infantile hearts it
lifts their grief, briefly
through burdening and
bones with naïve love
searching high and low
to possess an elusive
ecstasy built strength
eases the bated breaths of
The world is exploding
Dirt flying and rocks hitting your skin
You run out of breath
Uneven and rocky you tumble and fall
The sounds of the dying scream into your ear
FIRE AT WILL
You force your mind shut and close your eyes
You think but you can't get a single thing out of your head
All you see and hear are the screams of the dying and the yelling of the fighting
You feel the ground hard an
Paint itPaint the world anew with your scarlet letters,
As the days pass and cities fill with feathers.
When the angels come a callin,
Paint the city before you go fallin.
Paint the rear view mirror,
To a scene that is somehow nearer.
Gone into the sun,
We'll make this scene fun,
As the battery dies and the mind dries,
You better go give up on lies.
Paint this life anew,
Scream it like you're due.
The caged voice breaks
With words that each sound ache,
Trembling with fear and worry's course.
Shatter all the walls with echoed force.
Paint it all,
Before we spin and fall.
Where Wishes Grow Like FlowersMy little world is where
Wishes grow like flowers
I watch the clouds float by
Lying wish-covered for hours
In my little world
I pay for things in luck
My wallet’s filled with clovers
Yet not a single buck
My little world is where
I don’t whisper into ears
I say my secrets into bubbles
Where nobody will hear
In my little world
Hopes float to the sky
They twinkle there like diamonds
Keeping my dreams throughout the night
if i could .still wonderless.if i could find a place were burdens could fade
you'd be a payphone away from the mess that i made
but I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there
i'm still wonderless why you didn't begin to care
if i could know a time when i wasn't to blame
then i could run away for you every now and again
but when you kill the conversation and wrap up the knife
i'm still wonderless why you are still alive
if i could rearange every single memory that exists
you'd be a murderer and i would be at the top of your list
and we should get back to when we were in collision
but i'm still wonderless why you took that decision
if i could find a place where I could keep you safe
then you'd be just a doorknock away from that place
and i don't care if your unwilling to give it a try
i'm still wonderless why you won't try to be mine
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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