| -Candle- Run away, Run away It's too much pain for you to handle But now you see an opening A light Someones lit a candle You need to run forward and never look back Take this new opportunity Grip it With a firm grasp. Where did the match come from? Who sparked the flame, That began your life again? Your shoulders relieved of that heavy ton. You take a chance, Jump in head first. You need to quench, Your passion thirst. Just what you expected Could call it fate Dont allow yourself to show You're in so deep Perhaps you wonder How this covers up the hate. If only you had more time A history Instead of the hell You left behind. |
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| -Dead Regret- She lies in bed The faint sound of ticking, Echoes in her head. Comforts her, Reminds her. Time is passing. She moves the watch closer to her ear She wants to drain the thoughts out Ticking is all she hears.. Thoughts escape her Her fingers, No longer clenched in a fist. Too weak, Too tired To even blink. Her eyes have a way of glowing in the dark, Lips pursed together in a sort of rage, Inside she is calm. All visions collected and tossed to the back of her mind Eyes wide No expression Deep cuts in her soul Cannot see them, but they exist And she bleeds uncontrollably Stares into the black of the room The door will never be opened again, No one will enter No one will care. Thousands of people passing her door, Never looking at it twice, Never touch the door knob. They say the room is empty. They're right. There is nothing alive in this room. No energy. No movement. Her blood lie still in her veins. But on some level, Not physically, Not mentally, But spiritually, She is alive. More alive than she has ever felt. Generations pass by, Since she first lay down, She finally blinks, Sees her surrounds, Her fingers, they slowly move Her joints feel dead, Silence falls for a moment She gasps for air, She stumbles to the floor, Looks over at the door, And tears form. The first hot substance to touch her body. The small droplet falls Her hand catches it, Breathing heavily, Her mind is a sore. Throbbing, aching, closing On her hands and knees now, Expression of fear, On her beautiful, delicate, pail, whimsical face. Her eyes green as emerald gem stones, She peers around. Noticing new light.. She tastes the mist in the air, Not realizing its from her tears, Now cold, hitting the floor rapidly, The ground is hot, her skin resisting to melt, The icey streaming water from here eyes, Beading on the floor like a tropical storm She can hardly breathe now The steam is choking her, She regrets holding it in. Not letting it go, Keeping there, bottled up, She hates herself. Rage fills her body Her eyes go dry She's numb once again. And all she can do is rest once more, Until she heals, But this hell takes its turn, Repeating history forever. -Emily Rose |
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| -5- To be 5 again, And see the world with childs eyes. I would. Everything was perfect, Everything. I could, Turn a refridgerator box, Into a mansion. Tomorrow, Was as long as a year, And time never stopped. Perfect. No flaws in the world we lived in. Our minds so small but expanded. Wild, And wide-- Miles of imagination. We could fly because we wanted to. Forever, Was too long to wait. Cause everything needed to come now. And when you wished for now, It came. Why did I ask for now? Age shuts doors, To your fantasy world. Knowlege is not power. To be 5 again.. |
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| -Run- Hard cold cement Feet soles, sore, weak She runs away forever Never a word to speak Fridgid whiping air Slapping her sensitive skin Her minds an abandoned bookstore Librays of her all her sins Never looking back So stong and so unique Down another hill So icey and so steep. Alone again, No wonder She's screwed up times before Tasteless, numb, and desperate Down to the very core. -Emily Rose |
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| -Disbelief- In too deep, In disbelief Of what you said, What you promised Of how you treated me And your latest actions The guilt you feel in your gut The betrayal and hurt I feel Two different things experienced And I was the one to get hurt In disbelief of what you hid, In disbelief of what you did, In disbelief of how shocked I am. In disbelief of my stupidity. |
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