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Reaching For Paradise I'm just about to sit down And take out my journal but there's so much in my mind I'm questioning if it's all for real?Reaching For Paradise
Because I'm not wiping sleep from my eyes I'm reaching for paradise


ObsessionIt's been a while Since I last saw your smile And it's making me miss you Oh I feel so blue And my hands are shaking My promise is breaking I'll text you one more time Just to tell you that you're on my mind I got the shivers in my belly There's nothing on the tele My music just makes me go crazy I just want you to call me "baby" In the way you always do When you're doing that thing you do The one where you're licking down my spine And up to heaven I start to climb Thinking about it makes me weak I'm dumbstruck, forgot how to speak I juObsession


Russian RouletteIt's moving slowly The broken thoughts are leaving me I can feel my broken heart mending I can see the life that was meant to beRussian Roulette
I can feel your vicious words Floating away as if in the sunset As if the wind had taken them away As if it mattered nothing to the tears I could have wept
It's like someone pulled the trigger And removed all the bad connections I had It's like someone swiped the playing cards And I got the best hand
I'm breathing now And I can smell sweet scents That tell me that the world is my own It's waiting for me to


The ImposterYou do not understand. This was never my war never my heart never strength enough to take on those who wish me dead,The Imposter
and God bless Them and every single word I've written,
for They have more nobility than all of you combined.
I refuse this fight, I refuse the staff the sword the Way of Angels
for I am not one.


even god needs an editor.these subtle strings that some lonely god wove into souls andeven god needs an editor.
hearts, bones and blood--this is his swerving handwriting, curling across pages of skin and color.
i can see him now, bent over a long desk sweat collecting in beads along his brow, glittering in the ethereal candlelight, and he is


Whipping BoyWhipping BoyWhipping Boy
I'm not going to be your whipping boy anymore. You've broken me time and time again With your tumultuous I love you I hate you You're my best friend Fuck off I never want to see your face around here again. How is one person meant to deal with this? I am only human This is only flesh When you strike me I bruise When you make those accusations They cut Can you hear yourself? Do you hear those things you're saying? I I can't I can't be your friend anymore I just can't You use me Abuse me Make me


The Cynical Woman "I have slept with the poor," he tells me,The Cynical Woman
as if this would entice me in!
"I've traversed the slopes of a mountain"
But that doesn't mean anything!
"I've photographed the depths of poverty"
But did you put end to the drought? "I was there when the trade centres fell " So how many people did you pull out?
"I've sat with the blind," He triumphes,
But did you give them their sight?
"I'm a 40 year old war veteran!"
But you didn't join in the fight.
"Now a few would proclaim me a hero.."  


vii-Summer Nightsvii-Summer Nightsvii-Summer Nights
The cool sweet summer nights broken again by grinding, shifting gears of passing cars and op'ra murmurings of ancient men.
The distant bellows of steamboats sound then, cutting through the fog, marking the passed hours, cool sweet summer nights are broken again.
Faint trace of salty stinging wind from when harsh cries of gulls reigned the air, spun memoirs through op'ra murmurings of ancient men.
Their voices, lights, and music dimmed by ten, work roughed, recalling home, they puff cigars, the cool sweet summer nights b


Life of LiesWords mean nothing so you lie Get a mask, its time to hide Make yourself and alibi Fake a smile and keep your pride.Life of Lies
No one can tell, or so you think You too strong for the them to reach Hide the truth with one more wink Then with your lies, start to preach
I fight the urge and want to cry While pretending that i care Is it too much for you to try Or is lying and easy thing to bare?
I drone you out one more time And just wait for you to leave Even though its not a crime It happens as often as you can breathe.
Another dru


Burning ImaginationThere's another world I like to visit. If you see it like I do you couldn't miss it. With wizards and witches, who dwell upon the castle. Faeries, elves, and nixies who always seemed baffled. Creatures who come from far and wide. They always invite me back in no time. But most imprtantly, when I'm here I'm free.Burning Imagination
It always seems like I can be me.
I can run through the trees of the forest at the speed of light. I can jump to the skies without any fright. I can visit the town market with a smile on my face. I can take everything in with a great embrace. When I have to leav


New Perspective"Why do you do it?" you asked, sadness in your voice.New Perspective
(I know how bad you want me to stop.)
"Because I wanted to?" I reply, confused.
You just stopped,
"Don't you ever wonder how other people feel about it?"
"I don't really care..." I said, and I laughed.
(You obviously didn't get it, because you threw my books at me and stormed off.)
Usually I'm mad at you. The tables have turned.
Suddenly, everything has changed.


Poem Never Walk The AlleywayNever Walk The Alleyway Home At NightPoem Never Walk The Alleyway
Time covered in ice and snow. Breathing was hard; movement impossible. All was frozen in blood red rubies, Spilt from the cut caused by the steel. Hot flames burned through my veins. My cold blue eyes blinded by its brightness. Time slowly melted. The pain turning to embers. My mind welcoming the darkness. So close to home. Yet unable to reach. Everything stopped to witness my death, For my mistakes are made to be learnt from.


AprilWhat think birds of damp weather, As wet fuchsia kernels comb their feathers? What think they of drizzle, As they twitter and whistle?April
They amongst the trees, Who once sang of summer in full-throated ease. "April" now goes their song Words spill like water as I sing along Tears running like ink, Unable to prove it wrong
Hatching. Collapsing. Tumbling down. But April, what if I drown! My soul is soaked permeable in such weather, See, you promised to teach me to swim, But you taught me never
I would I were a bi


A letter to an unknown loveI keep writing all these words about love All these thoughts; these words I need to dispose of I need to get up and break out these chains These chains that are made of nothing but thoughts Thoughts of a future that long I have sortA letter to an unknown love
Can’t understand why I chase after love When I know its something impossible to catch hold of All my silly words would never get me the woman of my dream But I continue to write because it’s all I can see
All I can see that could keep me from being something I’m not So I give myself a chance; say ill give it a shot! I


i-pietro, cosi soloi-pietro, così soloi-pietro, cosi solo
morose so palpable, yearning to belong set apart.
so different, eagerness apparent. pietro, così solo, pietro, so lonely frail, but strong, delicate. ambles along, looking, trying


Glimpse of My MindThere is a lesson to be learned From every aspect of life And all that we experience By looking closely,Glimpse of My Mind
Studying each fragment We can piece together a better self As we evolve to a higher plane Escaping the trappings of shallow callings A life is a quest To gain the knowledge
To grant us satisfaction. So you are commanded. Live. Live a life worth noting Leave a mark on the earth Before you leave it behind Seek. Seek solace in nature Enlightenment in the flash of lightning Reflection in the rain which falls to the ground I


Little Jewerly BoxShe took her little jewelry box, and lay all her feelings inside it. She cried a tear, right before, she lay all her sadness away.Little Jewerly Box
She dig a hole behind the church. Not feeling anything at all, she placed the box in-between, mud and dirt, with ice cold hands.
She buried the box, so no one could find it. And off she went, to one last place. --
She stood at the edge, of that big, cold cliff. Looking down as she felt
-nothing at all.
With no expression on her face, she took one last, deep breath, b


PerspectivesThe sun, moon and stars are just the sweetest nothings from a lover's lipsPerspectives
The sun, moon and stars are just broken promises from a liar's heart.


Burning ImaginationThere's another world I like to visit. If you see it like I do you couldn't miss it. With wizards and witches, who dwell upon the castle. Faeries, elves, and nixies who always seemed baffled. Creatures who come from far and wide. They always invite me back in no time. But most imprtantly, when I'm here I'm free.Burning Imagination
It always seems like I can be me.
I can run through the trees of the forest at the speed of light. I can jump to the skies without any fright. I can visit the town market with a smile on my face. I can take everything in with a great embrace. When I have to leav


Everyday She Claimed...This is a tale that tellsEveryday She Claimed...
Of a hateful girl and her love for attention. How her lies became the truth, This little actress doing her odd methods.
For a long time, she was noticed. She was perfect the way she was. It wasn't until one boy made a fuss
She had become such a hate-filled diva. Everyday she claimed, "I hate you all!"
For this time, she got more attention. She tried to be more and more negative. Her beautiful face was hidden away. It wasn't until then
She was wanted more. Hate turned into plastic sadness. Everyday she clai


Listen to my colorsMy black and white piano keys, no color seen by eye, no color heard by heart, unlesh they work in perfect harmony.Listen to my colors
Black and white is the color they hold, but when my heart is playing again, the colors of the rainbow herself, will be heard along.
White of purity, emptiness and intensity, black of grief, darkness and mystery, both colors brought together at one time, bursting out the colors of my heart.
Red of anger, rage and love, blue of sadness, grief and peace, yellow of joy, energy and light, let my hands play the keys of my hear


Today Becomes YesterdayYesterdayToday Becomes Yesterday
Somewhere there were children dieing and babies being born. There where people falling in love and families being torn.
Somewhere there were people eating out and others not eating at all. There were forest being torn down were a new hospital is putting up their concrete walls.
Tomorrow
Will the world still be going in a circle or will it explode into a billion parts? Will someone you never met ask if you'll mend their broken heart?
Will all the lights in the world go out and we would be surrounded by the dark


triste neigeDeath comes to the bridal tea There she is wearing her long bridal gown And i'm on my pretty white dress sleeping Pile of skulls aflame like a torture scenetriste neige
In their hand, A white lightened candl On their head, A long black silken veil A lapse from promises, all those lies In front of my eyes, with my eyes bleeding I cannot cry And though my eyes were closed Still i see, the pain of the past that lingers in me Gentle death came across Beloved knight, now gone, forever lost
Emotions ignite From that velvet sky, i pensively winked &nb
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