Unsaid words, sweet shuttered breaths.

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Wed, 18 Jul 2012 17:40:30 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: It was then, standing naked barely covered by the thin wet towel...

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 17:39:00 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: It was then, standing naked barely covered by the thin wet towel...:

It was then, standing naked barely covered by the thin wet towel wrapped around my waist that I realized what I thought I had become. The steam trickled along the mirror, engulfing the sharp cornered edges of the cabinet. Little drops ran down along my shoulders, down my neck soaking the tip of the towel dangling below my chest. I peered in the foggy mirror as if the blurred image would somehow prevent the hatred already beginning to form inside my heart. I looked down, imagining that when I looked up I would see something I could face now. That when I looked up I would be transformed and suddenly be how I wanted to look and feel. The steam began to fade and the face in the mirror became clearer in the passing minutes. I still hated what I saw, I could feel and notice every little flaw and imperfection, trapped under my disgusted gaze. I turned away with a deep disappointed sigh. Will I ever be able to see anything but a monster in the reflected image on the wall? My saddened heart remained hopeless.

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Wed, 18 Jul 2012 17:38:57 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 12:54:00 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts:

I find myself wandering away from the sunrise in your eyes. Your fragile fingers slither into my hands like a guilty puppy with it’s tale between it’s legs. As if your hands are trying to be forgiven for the way they are entangled into mine. The orange sun beats down instantly colouring my skin a painted red. Blue of your eyes seems to waver, tiny waves beneath such bewildered eyes. I turn my face away out towards the crashing sounds of the waves against the sandy shore. Endless sounds around me seem to fade with each step I take towards the growing waves. Blue and greens join each other, mirroring the incandescent sunrise slipping between the clouds.

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: It’s hard to feel little cracks in my heart begin to appear, with the...

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 12:53:00 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: It’s hard to feel little cracks in my heart begin to appear, with the...:

It’s hard to feel little cracks in my heart begin to appear, with the impulsive words you always seem to speak. Harsh words are spoken, and suddenly your heart is filled with sorrow. Watery eyes gaze at me in tormented guilt as if the words were daggers in your throat. So this is what you meant, when you said you were spent. This is what you meant when you looked me telling me I’m not the perfect girl. You looked at me and told me you cannot show my body of to your friends, you’re embarrassed my body isn’t everything you want it to be. Is it supposed to suddenly escape my mind, fly away with steady wind? Words flow into me molding themselves against the edges of my mind.

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: I can’t imagine being the only one sitting here feeling like it’s all...

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 12:52:23 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: I can’t imagine being the only one sitting here feeling like it’s all...:

tendermelody:

I can’t imagine being the only one sitting here feeling like it’s all going to suddenly end somehow. Suddenly something inside will find it’s way to snap again and the very pieces of people I hold on to with dear life will be the very parts that shatter any connection. I cannot imagine being the…

It’s weird to think that your love, that your words are helping me grow into the person I want...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 22:00:00 -0400

It’s weird to think that your love, that your words are helping me grow into the person I want to be. That the way you’ve treated me, the things you’ve criticized me for have now become the inspiration to reach my full potential. In this moment I feel more capable and confident then I have in a long. You have made me finally stand up for myself. I know who I am, I know what I want to do with the rest of my life, and I know where my passion and desire lies.

But it’s weird to think that despite this, despite you being one of the most influential people in my change and my growth, you may be one the people I find no longer weave into my life the right way. You may one of the people that won’t be able to appreciate me no matter how much I improve. Your love might be the reason why I find love for myself, and understand that the way you think about me, the imperfections you constantly try to work past when you look at me and think about me, you may be the one I let go. I may say goodbye.

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 21:57:16 -0400

4doors: (by ferula-)

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 21:47:42 -0400

4doors:

(by ferula-)

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:54:28 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: Silky sweet hair brushed a bare neck Tender hands traced my...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:47:17 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: Silky sweet hair brushed a bare neck Tender hands traced my...:

Silky sweet hair brushed a bare neck
Tender hands traced my jaw,
Procuring vibrant roses,
In snow white cheeks

Smiling lips drew close,
Barely touching,
Barely moving
The sound of heavy breath

Heat smothered our bodies,
A blanket of sun in the face of the moon
Naked bodies lay,
Sprawled across unkept floors

A sudden pause as eyes meet
Unknown lover without
Sweet love
Without.

Lover’s stray as hands part,
Closing into a tattered heart
Pictures of harsh touch
Spiteful words slashed at fragile skin

Moonlight falls on the shadow of your face
Surrounded by cold ice in your heart
Hands push away,
Heart dropped on the doorstep barely alive.

Blood seeps through carpet at my feet
Blurred with salty tears,
A suffering soul with words left to say
As your boots drop stair by stair

Darkness brings forth yet another day
Awakening my angel, my demon
Lies spin, lies echo
Cutting you out of my pumping heart

You’re my familiar stranger
Mouth against her dripping neck
Her mouth tilted up towards the sky
Pure physical ecstasy

Sweet magic vanishing,
Howling wind dragging away the fire
Inside your youthful heart.
Left to drown in the open sea.

Endure,

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:43:54 -0400

Endure,:

They hear her sing a lullaby

Drowning every scream,

hiding every cry.

Twisted hearts soothed

by the melodies of harmony,

Who can find the door with the hidden key?

She sews a thread to

your torn up heart,

Pierced with cupid’s

deadly dart.

Blackened clouds cast shadows on

the laughter of this world,

To the place the light on the trees so worn and curled.

They say love makes the world go round,

Listen to the unbearable

pain that lover’s found.

She sings to prick clear crystal

eyes from their state of bliss,

Seal a fate of unbound truth laid

with her inevitable kiss

Now no look in the mirror looks

back with adoration,

But the hatred of insecurities

bring up the fascination.

She sings till she has

lost her touch,

when she has forgotten

far too much.

Yet her voice comes back

wavering but clear,

As she cries for love,

with a single tear.

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:42:43 -0400

Such delicate skeletons, with fragile hearts: You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my...:

You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending.self? —- White Oleander

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live.

It was a long time ago that the gentle innocence left my eyes and drove my beating heart to tear. She was a happy child, the girl that smiled just to see another face smiling back at her.

Don't rule the world.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:24:00 -0400

i want you 
to be okay — 
instead of falling,
screaming, 
into your nightmare world.  

leave your throne behind, 
step down;
you don’t have to be
the  queen
of misfortune.  

inksmudge eyes 
can’t hide your lies, 
dearest; 
wonderland doesn’t lurk 
around the corners 
of tomorrow.  

i want you 
to walk away –
from everything
wasted, 
lost;
all the things of yesterday.

Little

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:23:02 -0400

Little helpless beings

With lonely little hearts

Scurrying across

This planet’s skin

Knowing nothing lasts forever

Everything falls away

All good, all bad, eventually decay

Yet that doesn’t matter to the need within

What was once important

Will one day become

A half-finished memory

Of a forgotten old woman

All the more to need then

To find something to anchor in

Something that will never leave

Known or unknown, pure or sin

For when WE END

And so do our all-important relationships

Nothing will be left behind

To prove of our existence. We have no permanence

It’s not even a matter of importance

Or what will be remembered

Just something, anything

That will remain

We need that, fall to good or evil

Over anything we think to find

Permanent

You're my secret

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:20:28 -0400

Baby, tears are just like rain
Wipe them away to dull the pain
You’ve a got a life to live
So much to do and so much to give

We humans are blinded by our fears
Destroyed by drugs or rounds of beers
Losing the path you need to follow
Losing your substance, becoming hollow

You are a beautiful human and so much more
Moving in sync with the vibrating floor
Let me show you love, let me hold your hand
Dancing to the rythmn of the band

You’re not alone, you don’t have to be scared
I know what it’s like to feel like no one cared
Learn to know yourself, learn to be proud of all you
Is the most difficult task humans will ever have to do

Walk with me, through confusion

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:19:00 -0400

Walk with me through all heaven and hell
Share with your deepest thoughts, as if I were a wishing well
Open your eyes to who I am, see past just first impressions
Let’s save eachother from becoming monsters, let’s make daily confessions

Take me to your special palace far beyond your home
Whether it’s an abandoned forest, shack or even dome
The walls that kept happiness from my weary life
Seemed sewn so tightly, undented by a fighter’s knife

Now we’re together and let’s reach our full potential
You might be the lucky one to see the me that’s confidential
Can I trust all that killled me not so long ago
Are you really here to be with me, or is it all a show

Any senses sharpen as this music sounds in my wake
I see reflected in your eyes, a view that’s quite opaque
What eyes see is not all that’s alive inside a beating creature
i will try and help you undersand, I’ll become your undercover teacher

The snowflakes fall gracefully on your golden hair
Appearance seems to mask the bad, it make you seem so fair
How is there a way to know what you truly are
Are we both sure and willing to venture that far

Huddled in coats against a bitter cold, as we silently sit watching firefly glows
Suddenly we laugh, as a snowflake lands on the tip of my nose
Ease and peace melts into our clothes, covering our skin
A magical light cast from the sky above betraying a hidden whim

You’re holding my hand, a broad smile lights up your face
Maybe this can work for us, if we follow the same pace
Creeping in is a blissful joy, pushing all my doubts behind
But I keep my warning system running, cautios of what I may find

Friendship lasts a life time if you find a perfect fit
Though getting involved with a foolish crowd, will throw you down a pit
Sitting there watching me, thoughts jumbled in her head
I see the soul, just like mine, has broken and has bled

Destructive machines.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:17:19 -0400

The world was made to wreck us all
To slander us for all our faults
The only way to stop the ruin
Is trying to accept, respect faults
From having a mind of their Own
Day after dat people think their immortal
Causing all the most tragic of deaths
Anything everyting, mending itself

This thing called God is merely something to cover
The sins and the falls that we’ve done
Happiness and love keep the goodness inside us
Pain and anger, they merely destroy it
Why do you think we can change this whole world
Just one person, one thing at a time
For each time one is helped, the world shuts us down
Each advancement kills innocent souls
Each set back we use an excuse for frustration
Nobody is perfect, how perfectly true
But nobody is perfect, nobody can get it
Humans are beasts in their hiding
What have we done to this beautiful kingdom?
We’ve smothered it bits at a time

leaveyouapen: #153 Poetry is when those birds caged in your...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:43:37 -0400

leaveyouapen:

#153

Poetry is when those birds caged in your mind, are released from their binds. The soft shutter of words sounds from the beating heart. Poetry is my freedom. It captures the depth of every piece of deep emotion entangled in my soul. The words seep out and suddenly I find wisdom in the words that have come to life before me. My poetry is a piece of me that can only be understand through the sounds in my poetry, the details, the chosen words and painted pictures. Poetry is what suddenly brings all of us together, away from the loneliness we feel in the core of our beings.

Twisted.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:37:37 -0400

we all have secrets we keep inside
unknown to all, inside to hide
twisting your soul changing yourself
the darkest part of you you want to help
it calls for you,tries to suck you in
entranced with a song an unheard hymn
you fight and scream, try to chase it away
but it wants it’s due; for you to pay
sit down, deep breath as the panick begins
pulling up memories, bringing back sins
forgiving yourself is the first step to take

the addiction to feeling that all is lost
comes with a deadly and pricely cost
the pain it pulls and yanks at me
i need it i yearn it, yet i try and flee
the anguish and torture a lullaby
the happiness seems but a lie
the nightmares a comfort in the darkened hour
the fierceness seems to give me power
my heart it beats in ryythmn with my soul
the the act of seduction making me whole