bitter
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NO, it is NOT good to suffer...
When one is wee one young...
For that can scar a person unto death...
And make one not wish to breathe their very next breath.
But it IS good to suffer...
You know I’ve realized
That somehow falling in love
Is the best and worst thing
That can ever happen to a person
You will feel things you never knew you could feel.
If you refuse to acknowledge .
If you find it all a bore .
Theres no use in pretending .
You don’t want it anymore .
There never was a chance .
Some people refuse to feel .
Rusty hinges, a noisy gate.
Echo rattling through pure hate.
Flooded engine , well that’s great.
Cavaly arrives a bit too late.
Where it’s at and where it was .
He won’t accept that word “because.”
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy.
Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh,
I relish the day that you confess,
As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress,
I wore that day when you professed,
My love, is it you?
i do not want to loose your soul for another because of blindness.
am i blind?
I miss you but i cannot remember who you are and loneliness
We thought you'd do your part from the very start
and provide for us like a small marketer running his cart.
But no. You couldn't handle the prod, the pinch, the feuding.
I feel a coldness that penetrates to the very core, and doesn't stop there.
A darkness so deep that it blots out any hope of light.
Despair so sad that I am barely trudging on.
Seasonal criminal
How you strike when it snows
It's not something physical
You put on the shows
Seasonal criminal
Wrap me in a scarf
Wrap me in subliminal
Wrath, force me to starve
In my heart I’ll remember the spring trees and the taste of fruit early in the morning before the sun rises, high in the sky, and paints the world with color.
The difference between me and black coffee
Is that black coffee
Didn’t choose to be
Bitter
They smile
Well-meaning intentions
But how it hurts
Your brow furrows
You frown
At the impudence
You speak as if
You know me well
But knowing me
As a child
Does not mean
Cold world
Icy hatred
Cut bonds
Bitter dawns
Lies and mistakes
And amidst it all
Your chest aches
With the heavy
Very heavy weight
It goes on
And on
The battle
The sweetest kiss of twilightA crimson rose or threeLost in the moment loveA moment with out theeIs no moment at all The tender kiss of yours dearA crimson rose or twoLost in the moment love
if you could only pick one
the blunted blade or the one shot gun
fast paced pain
or slowly dying
if i picked either
i'd be surely lying
for this bitter poison that we've brewed
If tears are only saltwater streaks,
then my heart must be as wide and deep
as the ocean
and just as rough and salty.
The waves are crashing against me,
but I only feel numb now.
The world is a place full of people
they are everywhere, covering every inch of the earth
Beautiful.
All smiles and happiness.
But then you start peeling away the layers.
Getting straight to the bitterness.
Sweet then bitter.
All gold but the inside is certainly not glitter.
I had to pay, actually,
to find myself.
Didn't you?
I had choices,
I had to chose.
I had fallen to the social norms.
I lost my sanity,
Three witches gathered round a pot,
the first witch said "today let's make something new
I'm sick of all this baby finger gluck and newt tail glue
and I know just what we wierd sisters should do.
Aren't I your favorite doll?The one you love and cuddle?The one whom you tell all your secrets too?The one...who sits in that corner and waits?
A stream without fishA dream without a wishA heart, but no heartbeatA win with a defeat.A feeling of awe without any thoughts,Flowers in broken pots
Slurred words
Blurred lines
Raw emotion
And cold rhymes
Hot desire
Left to burn
You make me doubt myself
Hate myself
Make me not want to believe in myself
Give me the chills
Then knock me out
I was a fighter
Now you’ve got me pinned down
Between the thoughts and the clocks
Seven years down the drain,
Seven years of suffering and pain,
torture and greif,
finally a release.
Chains are all broken.
memories are erased,
I wish to cut away my flesh.I don't hate myself.I just hate this skin,Weak and bloody thin!If only
And all these little things
They build up inside
Turning your light into dark
They rupture the protective wall
That we think saves us from all the hurtful things
Guys write poems about girls;
girls with eyes like diamonds,
girls with lips like crimson,
girls with hair like silk.
No man writes poetry for me.
Instead, my pen glides smoothly;
Don’t mind me. I’m just passing through.
I’m neither here nor there
And I won’t be stopping.
Don’t mind me.
Excuse me, pardon me
I’m only passing through.
I gave up long, long ago
Dream of me in the depths of your despair,
and a beacon of what once was will appear.
Dream of me at your happiest moments,
and wish that I could be happy too.
Dream of me when you are angry,
Bridges from one cliff to another.
Bridges over cold, unforgiving water.
It's life,
Earth-shattering thunder.
No matter what you say,
You dont want what's under.
A bridge is a blessing.
Living like life is short
Almost always gets you in trouble
Untimely action gives timely punishment
Goodly action gives strange rewards
Having strength to speak plainly often does little for you
The bitter sound of depression
slowly devoured my body
deeper and deeper
sinking into a new demension
where the full ocean of sorrow
was whipped again
far, far away
Pass me by, like nothing ever happened
The time we spent, gone away
Never to return.
Waste away, your ashes rise above
Floating above my head
Am I really dead?
Don't listen if you don't want to hear.
Don't watch if you don't want to see.
You find pain amusing?
I'll push you down a flight of stairs.
Hear me laugh.
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Tired, restless
Heart beats in your chest and
Breathless
You’re smothered by the background and
Bound, restricted and backed into a corner
Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
