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Here, AgainHere's another heart break,
Another dozen lies.
And here I am again,
Tears falling from my eyes.
Here I am again,
Caring way too much.
All I did was sacrifice,
But still it's not enough.
Here's another razor,
So tempting on my skin.
Do I keep on fighting?
Or do I just give in?
Here's some some time wasted,
On another stupid boy.
You put on such a good front,
But I was just your little toy.
But I still don't understand,
How it could all just be a lie.
If it really was,
Then why can't I say good bye?
For the Best
Old memories and photos,
so long they caused me pain.
Everything about you,
would make me so ashamed.
For so long I thought you were like the others,
and for so long I was wrong.
It was my mistake,
and because of that you're gone.
I was so ready to put you in the past,
forget what we had,
forget about us.
I didn't know at the time,
but what you did was for the best.
We shared a wonderful friendship,
and we shouldn't put that to rest.
Now looking at the pictures,
bring a smile to my face.
We shared pure happiness,
and that doesn't have to end.
We can't have what we had then,
but we can still share something great.
Hopefully one day,
we can both look back.
And smile at what once was.
What's the point?
Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you with her.
It's time to face the facts,
I can't go back and fix it.
I see you with her,
I die a little inside.
Because what's the point,
of taking my next breath,
if you don't care I'm breathing.
What's the point of living,
if you don't care that I'm alive.
But I know it's all my fault.
I made the mistakes.
But if you knew the tears I've shed,
and how much I want you back,
then maybe you would realize.
that I mean what I say.
I was just seaking perfection.
But what's the point of wanting that,
if you allready have it,
PostcardsYou send me
bits and pieces of your world
in too bright postcard pictures
with no return address
A world of plastic cutout landscapes
garish with artificial perfection
and scribbles of hurried platitudes
I wish you would come home
and stop holding who you are
at arms length
He's Not HeavyWhen the ship sails away
And the skies lose their color,
Who'll stop the rain from soaking our clothes?
Beetles will crawl
We may be small
But, they are even smaller
And in the end
It doesn't matter
Even when we're dead
You'll always be my little brother
Female dogNow I’m an old dog, I’ve seen this old block.
So if you’d like to know, Miss Jane and John Doe,
why the new kid is something,
really off her rock.
I’m an old dog lyin’ down on a hot summer day.
I ain’t nothing but a hound dog
crying all the time, I suppose
But when I was ‘round her,
you’ll see why I’ve hid my nose.
She’s a spunky little puppy,
a cute one at that
Though she’s a fluffy young puppy,
I could swear she’s a cat.
Now a female dog.
That’s what assholes call ladies
who speak out their minds
Now a female dog.
is what ladies
call a female asshole.
So she’s a lying little cat
and at the same time,
she’s a dirty rat.
While she’s a female dog, she’s as courteous as a hog.
I don’t call her a female dog for no reason.
She speaks her mind, alright
but it’s not anything worth believing.
No, what she says isn’t sense or a worth a hark
After all, anything that comes from
You are my light in a dark tunnelMany years ago I stumbled down a dark path,
I was all alone with only anger and sadness at my side.
I felt like I had no way out of the darkness,
And nowhere to go.
I was quickly giving up hope,
And slowly losing my soul.
It was at this time,
When I believe all hope was gone,
That you suddenly appeared in my life.
A gift straight from heaven,
In a world full of hell.
You were the only light,
In a tunnel of darkness.
You held your hand out to me,
Leading me out of the darkness.
You stood by my side,
Even when others shoved me away.
When I wanted to give up,
You refused to let me.
When I was sad,
You shared in my suffering,
When I needed a shoulder to lean on,
You were never far.
It was by your kindness,
That I was able to see the light in this world.
It is thanks to you that
That my hope came back
And my soul was saved.
Thanks to you
I couldn't do it...Mommy...
I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy...
I'm sorry I didn't make you proud...
I tried my best...
Isn't that all you wanted me to do...
I did the best I could for you...
I worked and worked and worked at getting good grades...
There still not good enough for you...
I ignored friends so there would be more time to study...
If they were real friends they wouldn't have Gone away right...
I did everything you said...
I made flash cards...
I quizzed myself...
I did all my home work...
I stayed up past bed time at night to study...
All I wanted was to make you proud...
But I'm sorry...
I guess my hardest still isn't good enough for you...
There isn't a place for me in this world.
Good old Page.She wanders onto my lap
she kisses my face.
She is my most valuable house mate.
Good old Page, her eyes of brown
she never has a frown.
She never has a yell
And she never runs and tells.
Shes my gorgeous girl and i love her
dearly without a doubt.
Without her the days would seem oh so dreary.
She sits there with patience, with love with
care and i love her,
shes always just sitting there.
The Tenants of Our HeartsInnocence personified.
Bubbling and laughing at nothing, anything, everything
Gurgling and swerving at imagined toys
How can anything be more precious?
Ever so dependent on the aid of others
Yet the secret of healing lies within them
For those matters of heart and mind
And trust and personality,
The Nature of humans at its purest
You never stop being one
No matter the distance
or the time
Or your manner
or your thoughts
At the core of your heart
All is as it was when you were a child
As, deep inside,
that is exactly what you are:
A bubbling, laughing, gurgling, swerving
You Used To
You used to always be there.
You claimed you'd always care.
Now you're gone, not coming back.
wrapped up in yourself,
We try to help,
but you don't an it.
We try to love,
but you just push and shove.
You used to always help me,
you would guide me in my life.
You would always be there,
when nothing else was right.
You brought a smile to my face,
whenever I was down.
You cheer me up,
when I wanted to frown.
You used to love and care,
you were always there.
You're not the person you used to be,
and it's so plain to see.
You don't love me,
you don't care.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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