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The Clockwork Doll's ReflectionThe clockwork doll stumbles home,
She cries oil on her bed,
Falling to the floor she splits her side,
And pulls out her broken heart.
It's large but rusted,
Hardened and dark,
Thorns have grown around it,
A weed with one red bud.
Gasping she fingers the bud,
Its beauty precious and young,
How can something so beautiful,
Bring so much torment and pain?
Placing her heart back in her chest,
She seals the seams and stands,
In the mirror, a human girl cries,
Her brown hair draping down across her arms.
Around her on the floor,
Are scattered papers and sketches.
Swinging from her hand,
Is a ring on a cord.
The clockwork doll steps towards the mirror,
And places her silver hand on the glass,
From inside the mirror,
The human girl sniffs, and sighs,
Smiling up at her half-heartedly,
You'll Never Catch MeThere,
In the center of the prison,
Sways a starved young woman.
She drifts side to side,
Swinging from her rusted manacles.
"You'll never catch me, my dears," she sings,
"You'll never capture my soul,"
"As long as I still breathe, my dears,"
"My spirit will be whole!"
She chuckles and sighs,
Tears in her eyes,
Staining her irises red,
This acrobatic game she plays,
Fills her veins with lead.
"I will stay here, however long, and you will never see,"
"I can sing, here, in my cell,"
"But, my dears, you'll never catch me!"
A Mother's HateWhat am I to do?
Other than silently scream,
Crying tears poisoned by your hate,
And holding my hands so tight my fingers ache?
What am I to do?
When you twist my words to make them disrespectful,
When you claim I'm stupid and naïve, retarded and clueless,
And the only blood-sister I have spits out your own insults as she pleases?
What am I to do?
Other than hide online and secretly write my thoughts,
Shaking my head and staring off into space,
Standing there as you rant on and on .and on .?
What am I to do?
When you tell me you want me out,
And that you can't wait until the world ruins me?
Ruins me until I turn into you?
What am I to do?
Other than hide in my room,
Surrounded by pointless treasures .
Shadowed paintings and dusty sculptures
What am I to do?
When you made me feel like this before,
Nothing mattered anymore .
And I only felt the pain that comes from a mother's hate.
Strong Enough...A shivering breath,
A chill on the skin,
The continuous twittering of the southern crickets,
And a little girl, curled in her bed.
Just a little brown-headed girl,
All tucked in without a care,
Her dreams take her across the world and under the sea,
With Disney-fied promises of true love and happy endings.
How simple it really was,
Back before that girl became me
She used to fantasize and dream during both turns of the Sun,
And never feared anything or anyone.
She loved both her mother and her father,
Her little baby sister and her pups and kittens,
She loved everything.
She knew nothing.
That little brown-headed girl never knew her mother's bitter heart as well as I do now,
And she never knew her sister would change,
She never knew her father would nearly work himself to death each night,
And she didn't know that money controlled the world.
She never knew that she'd be criticized for her body by others,
For her mind and spirit by her own blood-kin,
She never knew that one day, s
I Won't Exist...I sit here on a sunken bed,
Surrounded by bright, meaningless colors,
The room itself numbed by patterns and details,
So many treasures,
So many "important" awards, trophies,
So many perfectly stacked books,
So many perfectly arranged pictures of a perfectly posing girl,
All of it means nothing, NOTHING!!!
And yet everything
Every little freaking thing in this little freaking room,
Is a part, a piece, a puzzle,
Of my existence All of this is me as I exist in their eyes .
Sometimes I just want to sweep my arm across the dresser,
Throw everything to the floor,
Watch the cheap perfume bottles shatter, sending hazy fumes into the air.
Sometimes, I just want to stab a knife through the paintings,
ripping straight down and leave the canvas flying.
Breaking all the sculptures, decided I won't exist anymore.
Sometimes, I just really want to break these windows I sleep by,
And slip my pale legs through the shattered glass.
I want to hold the match and let it lick my finger,
Life is Short, Love is QuickWhat usually happens when one finds a true love? And I don't mean a soul-mate, twin-flame kind of love, I mean that kind of love that ignites your skin and makes your blood rush with excitement at his/her name? What usually happens? The girl most likely falls for the guy first, in most occasions. Thus, she hides her feelings because it would be considered "improper" or for some other reason. Or perhaps the young man falls for the lass quicker? And he doesn't whisper a word to her in fear of rejection or something else something deeper. Either way, the genders hide their true thoughts of the other because of uncertainty on a matter. And I can't stand this at all.
If a man were to love me, in spirit or in blood, I pray that he have enough strength and courage to tell me what he truly thinks of me. I want the truth, not tip-toeing around the subject. And yet, am I not being hypocritical? I have had tons of crushes, as any other human being in this world, and onl
Whisper to MeWhisper to me in my hair,
Tell me if you're real,
Tell me all the sacred things,
I never thought I'd feel.
Whisper to me in my neck,
Tell me if I'm sane,
Tell me that you miss me,
And you'll hold my hand again.
Whisper to me in my back,
Tell me our love remained,
Tell me that you still care,
And your heart, my words have stained.
To Kiss A GhostSlowly the drug pulls down my veins,
Pulling my hand in purpled waters,
Dragging me down into a misty realm,
Of lavender smoke
Landing in a chilled crystal lake,
The ripples lapping against my legs,
I lift my eyes and see someone
A shadow of... someone
He reaches out a hand to me and touches my neck,
With the other, pulls me closer
It was like kissing a ghost,
He was there, and then... he wasn't
I never met his true self,
But I knew him then, and only then
My hair ruffled through his fingers,
Rough and red,
His skin was cool and fading,
I never knew what it was
To love a ghost
True Love: A Painted Myth?Forgive me if I intrude,
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
and broken seams.
Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.
Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.
Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.
Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.
Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.
InvincibleThey say that I can't last much longer,
Grinning as I scream in pain
And laughing as I gasp for air.
But they won't reach their goal.
"Daddy, you'll be back, won't you?"
Her words still echo in my head,
A piece of happiness I keep within.
"Of course, my angel. Sooner than you'd think."
Darkness embraces my consciousness,
And every breath becomes a struggle,
But still I hear her worried voice.
"Promise?" she asks. "Promise." I answer.
And as I lie here on the floor,
Beaten, bloody, and alone,
I feel my heart beating in my chest,
Fighting to fulfill my promise.
"But how can you know?" she calls
As I'm halfway out the door.
I smile as I bend down to hug her.
"for you I'll be invincible."
And though my world is made of pain,
And my blood seems caught on fire,
I draw one breath after another,
And know that I'll return alive.
Not always the endThe seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.
The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.
After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.
Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.
An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new start,
And that is truly a work of art.
Walking Straight in a Crooked WorldIt's difficult to walk straight
in a crooked world.
Everything is disillusioned.
The heaviest fog.
The brightest lights.
The darkest dark.
The sandiest of sandstorms.
Somewhere in that mess,
there is a very small key
that opens up the doors
to your heart.
Yet, why do I feel
you are rolling out the fog
like carpets on the floor
of my devotion?
Why do I feel
you are trying to blind me
with a thousand suns
aimed at my eyes?
Who do I feel
you are dumping black paint
all over the wild city
of my mind?
Who do I feel
you are blowing me away
in the desert of mystery
and dried out emotions?
Why do you have to make
I wish there was
a Lens of Truth out there.
Unfortunately, real life
isn't like the Legend of Zelda.
I bet if I just find
that long-lost key
and open you up,
you'd drop that guard,
just like how the Patriots' receivers
dropped all those passes in the Super Bowl
but with no regrets.
Please, just see me through
my randomness and help me
carry my weight i
The Dark is Taking OverThe Dark is Taking Over
A cloud was once a peaceful place to sleep on
That time had gone away, everything has changed
The evils taking over, it has a hand on our shoulder
Pulling us back, want us to leave it all behind
Wanted us to forget about the love there had helped making this world rise.
The wood was once a peaceful place to walk through
That time had gone away, everything had now changed
I breathe heavily for air, searched for a way out of here
Dark shadows are surrounding me, made sure that I couldn't see
The lights there shines down, I want reach, it I want it now.
OptimistShe is still there still breathing,
That living, thinking being we call
In the kindness of stranger's smiles
The hands that bring you a meal
And the man that shares
his umbrella with you
At the bus stop
In the compliments
The moments shared
That are so common
Among such social beings
Too often we forget,
fixating on the bad
The emptiness, the
Be satisfied, oh world weary!
They are still there
You just have to go looking
The Lone White Rose
The world is a Garden
And my life a single, white rose.
The shrubs in the corner
Grouped together the y might seem fierce and thorny,
But pulled apart
They are as weak as each other.
The weeds in the ground
Pulling and Pushing to keep us apart
But once you uproot them, you find
That they have no solid grounding
The Ivy on the wall
One on top of the other, all desperate to reach the Wall of Fame
Most fall, other cling
And the Precious Few rise to the occasion
And the Great Oak in the middle
Protecting us from Rain and depriving us from water
The solid Roots
Giving us ground and killing our home
I'm the single, white rose in the corner
Shadowed by the Great Oak
Strangled by the Weeds
Out climbed by the Ivy
And abandoned by the Shrubs.
As Rare and Beautiful as the Day That I Was Seeded.
I want to dieI'll slit my throat from ear to ear,
I'll watch your party from hell, as you cheer.
"You okay?" I shake my head.
I hate my life, I want to drop down dead.
I wonder if she'd care if I died.
No, probably not, she knows I lied.
I wonder if anyone would.
No, probably not, everyone thinks I should.
Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and kiss you.
Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and play with you.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll freeze and then leave.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll crush your heart, no reprieve.
When a girl says she loves you, when she knows she shouldn't.
It always confuses me, they always know I couldn't.
They back away slowly, scared of what might come next.
They back away slowly, knowing that was best left unsaid.
They love me, and yet they back away?
They love me, and yet they look away?
If they really loved me, surely they'd hug me, kiss me.
If they really loved me, surely they'd look at me, smile at me.
I don't know what goes through girl's minds.
The Letter My Parents Will Never ReadThe words just slip through my teeth, now,
They dance out of my throat and coat my tongue,
"I don't like that anymore"
"I'm still the same person"
"I'm not mad at you"
I've gotten so good at lying, now,
I sometimes can't tell when even I'm telling the truth.
"Sure, everything's good"
"See? I'm smiling"
"I haven't had my first kiss"
You know what?
I'm not fine.
I have to hide my heart from my own parents because they don't understand.
I have to pretend that I'm mad at him and have "repented from my ways".
But in reality, I wait to read his words online,
I see his pictures,
I've kept the notes we wrote to each other in secret,
I'm in pain.
I'm hurt and full of longing to see him again,
Because you wouldn't let me be with him for the most idiotic reason,
Part of me hates you,
Part of me loves you,
Part of me is angry and spitting fire,
Part of me is hurt and bleeding.
And the more that you both pretend that ever
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