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Silently weeping Over the unkept promises of yesterdays life In the depths of my heart Reality slowly turns its knife Silently sighing Over the meaningless words spoken In the depths of my soul I'm left alone and broken Hidden behind a smiling face I secretly cry Trapped inside this cold cruel place Where I slowly die From the starvation of love Silent tears fall like rain A downpour of heave emotions My heart cries in endless pain For no one hears my cries I'm lost in a stormy ocean Where the winds and waves drown my sighs Torn by my lover's lies Her beauty so overwhelming It blinded my eyes A painted smile upon her face But her heart wa

One night, a brother and sister are driving home together after a night at a local bar. The sister is the designated driver; the brother is drunk but functional. As they wind around a bend in the road, they are blinded by the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. The sister panics and swerves to the right. The car careens across a ditch and crashes into a tree. The brother barely manages to crawl out of the wreckage through the smashed windshield, but the sister’s legs are pinned and she cannot free herself. As the brother claws his way to safety, the vehicle catches fire. The sister is acutely conscious of her surroundings; her senses are

I surpass time's touch Even death has no control For I am no one I saw nations rise I saw the fall of countless Civilizations Such a lonely life Everything I loved soon dies It brings emptiness A gift from Heaven A curse from Hell, I don't know Why, I'm immortal

I can't make a name for myself When all that's left of myself is a giant, gaping hole an abyss of madness that sends me spiraling spiraling in the dark depths of insanity I can't make a name for myself when I don't even know who I am Who am I? What's my purpose? Is this a dream? Is this real or not? What more can I be, if not, in fact, me? I can't make a name for myself when I'm so afraid of trying I give up half-way And never make progress and the only thing I've ever been remotely good at is coming in last place to ever one who wasn't sub-par I can't make a name for myself when the only time I work hard is at mediocre jobs because I feel

A failed friendshipthat I couldn’t keep.An alienationby my own coalition.A knife in my backplaced...

Brilliance or failure? If scientist's can't tell, Then I for sure do not know the answer, But there is something that I do know, And it's that brilliance is measured in inspiration Not numbers. It's not brilliant to just be attractive, It is not brilliant just to ask for likes or views, It is not brilliant to ask money from young people, And it is not brilliant to be able to be yourself (Or not being yourself) There are no equations that prove that fame equals to brilliance Something else that I know is that, Sometimes the least expected people, Turn out to be the most brilliant... It might have been a video that was skipped over

Once I happened upon a callow young lass, Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass. And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing; Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting. Though her raving and ranting made very little sense, She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance. Apparently her pain was too great to be understood, Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood. So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling. While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing. She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line, About never idolizing the keen writer's mind... ...Aaaaaalrighty then, If t

i think you're near, but can't be seen. so far away, what does it mean? how could a heart beat on a shore so distant where the thunders roar? why is there silence in your eyes? will all the special memories die? please tell me that your love will live with every song to you i give. are all your skies dark in the day, or do they thrive just in my way? i think you're near, but can't be heard, not even in a singing bird. does my voice ring in your ears? do you forget with passing years? when will i hear a laughing sound? perhaps when your smile is found. speak of me though i am far. tell them i am your shining star. are all you

Distance from thee is but a tickling ruse; Aye, our geographic arithmetic— To thy lover, such measures but amuse, For such a "love" is simply simplistic And reserv'd to honeymoon daydreamers; Nay, our ripen'd depth boasts of lengthlessness Unquantify'd by seconds and metres. To quiver in thy leave would be faithless: Thine impression stifles true solitude. Doth not "farewell" prelude ev'ry greeting? Doth not ev'ry clouded morrow include A shining sun upon me though unseen?     So keepest thy precious presence to thee;     Minds married surpass physicality.

When people long for spring they forget that sterile cold and clean white lines don't simply morph into lush green living things When people long for spring they forget all the things they could not bury in stone hard ground and the way death smells when it thaws When people pray for snow-melt and dream of golden afternoons in quiet fishing coves They forget that when you wake a sleeping river You get a raging torrent Gorged on torn trees and blackened with stolen soil Before you get a quiet brook to soothe sore feet When the burns penetrate deeper than the skin and the damage hides under the surface people want to forget that The n

If Death were to knock on my door I wouldn’t great him with a crowbar Or a baseball bat. I wouldn’t meet him teary eyed Or in a spat I wouldn’t rant Or rave Scream Or shout. No, I’d simply great him calmly With a teacup. I’d invite him in We’d languidly converse And when the time came I’d let him drive me off in his hearse. Slowly, slowly he would show me The best of afterlife’s hospitality.

When the world is falling down on you and there's nothing you can ever do You turn to your religion and you turn to your god, and only he or she can save you from what you've been through It seems to be that way in all the households, it seems to be that way in camps and tentfolds You want to seek your shelter, you run from helter skelter, but yet nobody in the world can help you And still you think it's just a game Some higher trophy or the hall of fame Well, I've got news for you now, your soul is full of shame You failed at everything and all you can say is "I quit" Go on and do it now, nobody's stopping you, you only have a life to lose