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WordsWords. I say words
Harmful, sharp ones that sting like fiery whips
Ones that sooth and stitch over broken soul
Or ones that make no logical sense at all
But the words I say or write have always had consequences
I've lost friends; they've slipped out of my grasp
Either in friendship or from this cruel world
My losses have made me colder, less likely to hold one's hand and talk my heart out
I used to, I wasn't always this dark, emotionless, and seemingly cold hearted bitch
I used to be far more sociable, and open to talking about my feelings
But alas those emotions were locked away, the key tossed into a dark lake
So it's either little emotion with sad eyes or all emotion with bitter tongue.
There isn't balance anymore
There never was in my mind
I've been told those three hateful words multiple times, I lost one forever
I don't want to loose another because I pushed them away or gave them a cold stare
I never mean for my stares and words to be icy, penetrating your soul and ripping the d
GlassThree little, seemingly simple words.
I love you.
Why say those words to me?
Not in that playful manner as we usually do but in a broken voice etched with pain as it left your lips
It was true.
For you dragged me into a tight hug, resting your head into the crook of my neck, your tears falling and running into the dip in my collarbones, warming my chilled skin.
You didn't look at my face not could you ever tell, but my glass heart cracked.
Into the DarkFalling, flying, drifting
Into the dark we go
Following you though you're broken
Into the dark we go
OC ListOnes I use actively:
Rani [Posion] Shadoskape
Lunea [Moon] Lucian
Alexandria [Alexa] Mayhew
Lounova or Lock Nova
Lucifer [Luke] Pine
Jackal Ghouste/Nathaniel Adon
Brandon 'Echoes' Kirk
Aza [his robot aide]
Side ones, that I rarely use:
Friends' GreetingsA nod of a head
A pair of raised eyebrows with friendly eyes
A slight wave of a hand
A small smile in your direction
A playful finger gun as they walk by and mutter 'pew'
A thin fingered hand patting your head or caressing your hair as you walk up
A playfully mischievous smirk
A one armed hug as they hold their tea
A warm embrace, with their head in the crook of your neck; telling you that you smell good
A awkward hand shake that gets their fingers entwined with yours
An inside joke followed by a hug when they lift you off your feet so that you're eye level
A handshake that they pull you into a dance
A long armed hug followed by a kiss on the nose
A sad hug, they held for long giving you a cold-lipped kiss on the forehead.
Sherlock CrapHe sat there in his chair fingers interlaced as he thought, “Its most likely in your flat, please leave and don’t bother me with such mundane things” Sherlock waved off the young woman that was sitting on the couch, who awkwardly shuffled out of the room. The downstairs door could be heard clicking shut as the woman left, I looked to Sherlock who sighed as he got up rubbing the back of his neck. “Sherlock, what are we doing just sitting here in the flat?” I looked over to him as he looked at his phone absently, obviously reading. “We could be out solving a real case instead of sitting here, plus the smell of your ‘experiment’ is bothering me.” “Hmm. Yes, it may be bothersome on your part but that is why it is an experiment, John.” He slid the phone into his coat pocket and looked at John with those clear intelligent eyes. “Well, now we have a case. Grab your coat we’re going out.” Sherlock grabbed his l
ComplainYou're you, I'm me.
Don't understand what I'm saying? Leave me be!
Don't come and object
About something you'll eventually forget
That doesn't even pertain to you
So stop acting shrew
Leave us alone
And don't dare groan
Untold PeaceOne's first breath
Is their first step to death
Coaxed into or plain unfortunate
Death is not a peaceful parting for it makes the heart wretch
For untold stories, forgotten goodbyes, stolen kisses, warm hugs, empty hearts, tearful moments, torn feelings, battered mind; all are brought back or reminded of lost chances.
Facade of fresh PaintLight hearted tones, a large smile, gentle appeal
You were never like this, you were somber and serious
Where did this air-headed levity come from?
You forgot to bring the book, 'Stupid me' you say with a smile
What happened to talking to me about things that troubled you?
You say nothing is wrong with a giggly voice, when I ask
I ask once again adding a cold note to my voice,
All you do is frown for a mere moment, and then smile brightly like a love-struck school girl, turning away leaving me in the rain.
When did you put up the facade?
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
HmmI am not a cold hearted bitch
I do have a heart, warm and beating well able to break
I may have slapped you with an icy hand
It takes being cruel to be kind, and to not sugarcoat
I do have feelings no matter how well I hide them, locking them up with a key
I can be broken and be an emotional mess, I just choose not to
Push it all away
Hide it under that bush
Let them see you cry, then they have won.
Don't cry and they will never pity you
I do LIE, so don't expect the complete truth from my lips
I may be tough, and reckless
That is nothing, just pent up energy
Leave her be they say for she is
The book worm, head in a fantasy
The cold stone girl that sits in the corner
The tomboy that doesn't mind beating up a boy
The intelligent bound to unravel and pinpoint your weaknesses
The smart arse who has gone home with black eyes for a snake tongue
The keeper of secrets, forever the one told secrets to, and gives advice to
The magpie, distracted by the simplest things
So, what? Fuck all their o
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