ugh.

Flaws need not be counted.
Kisses counted with a passion.
Hope melts away the fear.
Just come over here, and let love live.

Bloody mind

I stare at my once clean wrists, they are now covered in blood and sorrows. I wipe the sadness from my eyes, and let out a sigh. I force the voice in my head to go silent, like a vacant house. My hands quiver with regrets, like a tremor in the ocean. This earth of mine, once full and lushes, is now full of death and decay. Am I alive? or am I a zombie? My head is telling me yes, but my heart is telling me no. Which one do I listen to?

Beauty.

Bloody water
wrist in two
you've
forgotten
who
is
who.
Dead
eyes,
Cat
eyes.
Skinny
legs,
gaped
thighs.
Broken
ankles,
High
heels.
Models
Birthdays,
Dead
girls
lost
years.

Soul-less

Your heart, once vivid and pumping.
Now lays in a slump of black masses on the floor.
Your  eyes once bright, and glowing.
Now dark, and searching for the door.
You've lost your soul honey,
no need to be such a bore.

Wicked little things.

To think wicked thoughts does not make one a wicked person,
no it is those wicked actions one chooses that make them wicked.
You walk around thinking the world is a lovely place,
full of nice people and caring souls.
You were wrong.
We walk among monsters, and demons.
The world is a disaster, we just choose to keep our
eyes closed to what we are really looking at.
Some of us are waiting to become a zombie,
whilst others already live that life, day after day sitting in
a chair, staring at a screen.
They are already dead inside.
But keep on looking through those 100$ sunglasses of yours,
whilst there is a very hungry man, laying on the filthy ground,
begging for anything to eat. Or maybe we should think about
those little children across the world that weigh less than 100 pounds,
40 pounds, 20 pounds. But its alright, you go ahead and buy that 60
dollar scarf at Urban outfitters.
Let us lay to rest the wicked of this world.
And finally open our eyes to the vast beauty in front of us,
Shall we?

Candle thoughts.

As I watched the candle burning, I couldn't help but wonder "Life is like a candle." We start out as a new flame, we are bright and extraordinary. As life progresses we get a more vibrant flame, more orange and less yellow. These are the most important years in ones life. We love, hate, grow, reproduce, excel. But eventually your flame starts to dimmer, and more hues of blue take over that once extraordinary orange flame. You start to weaken and your life no longer is that bright shade of yellow. But it falls til there is just a tiny flame left. Until one day, out of nowhere, someone blows out your candle. And just like that you are out, and your smoke is floating away and becoming something, someone else breathes in. But don't worry friend, there are billions of candles, and you just might become one again someday.

Self centered

You scar me,
You disown me,
You isolate me,
confine me to my thoughts.
You abuse me,
Your rough hands on my fragile skin.
I scream loudly, but no one listens.
Its like swimming underwater,
but never coming up for air.
My mind is slowly fading,
thoughts are unclear.
I guess I'll search for myself,
when you are not near.

What I remember of my dream last night. For a future book maybe..

I moved into a new town, it was small and all the kids were slightly secretive. Were getting ready for something that I didn't know about. some kind of hunger games shit, but different, there were like sharks. alot of talking later, we come to a huge lake, and it turns kind of spy kids like?
all I remember is there is a big yellow tarp, and we start off with that, and then go into the water and there are sharks, but at first they are suppose to nudge you and then one eats a boy at the end. girl doesn't like me. lots of boys, chad. my mom. "It" kind of woods.  idk whateves

Walk on

There will come a time, when the coward in me

will run away, and get lost within the trees.

Memories running freely with the souls of the lost and hopeful.

People will see each other for what they really are, instead of 

their clothes, and appearance.

 But our existence has serious side effects. 

People see what they want, and hear what they shouldn't.

It leaves people with delicate hearts broken on the floor. 

We have chemical imbalances, they make us weak and 

unfocused on the good in life.

Well, you're never going to see, so let it be,

and walk on.

Suicide.

Tomorrow I'll be quicker, i'll escape my thoughts, and leave the blanket behind.
Things are clouded and grey, but I see the forecast clearing up.
Tomorrow i'll be brighter, no longer in black and white.
The monsters in my nightmares use to be alive,
now they are vacating my once hallow heart.
The rising sun is whispering my name.
It's telling me to come out of the darkness,
and let him shine on my soul.
But my feet can't move,
something is holding them down.
The darkness doesn't want me to go,
"Stay with me, it's better in the dark" it says.
I scream as it starts dragging me back,
but I fight it and the sun grabs my hand.
Now the light is my future and the darkness is my past.
Never again darkness, Never again.

Born dying.

The second we are born, we start dying. So this is not life, this is death.
We are constantly dying, we bruise, we bleed. We suffer in silence.
This is not heaven, this is hell we are fighting. 







(first line, from http://glas-klar.tumblr.com/post/64121200436/0penchest-the-second-we-are-born-we-start on tumblr)

LOST

Darkness came over me.
Tears ran down my face.
But what are you left with,
when the tears are gone,
and you feel nothing?
Pain, sorrow, regret,
it all build up inside me,
I screamed so loud,
hoping that would make it
escape my body.
But nothing worked.
I am now stuck in a world
where nothing is worth while.
And everything I once loved..
brings me pain and sorrow.

temporary happiness

Though happiness is temporary,
I'd like to spend every minute of it with you.
And when the ups, and the downs appear,
I'd hope that you'd be there,
with open arms and an open heart.
To save me from the darkness,
that often appears in my heart.

Exposed.

My scars are shown, I can no longer hide them.
You've taken away my sleeves.
They are painful and sore,
My blood is humming in my veins.
You won't listen,
Please, believe my lies, I plead.
And maybe we can give it one more try.

The Unknown

With the stars in the sky,
and the wind in your hair,
Be a wanderer of the world.
And of all its unknowns.
You never know what you might discover...

Lovers sadness.

I sit in the grass, and stare at you from a few inches away.
Your eyes are glossy, and red with sadness.
Your skin is dry, your lips are flaking.
Your words aren't functioning properly.
You're not really sure, quite what is wrong.
So therefore I cannot help you.
But I'm here for you, when the tears start to fall,
and your shoulders start to quiver.
Because that's
what
       lovers
                Do.

skeleton eyes.

As he stared into my soul,
with his mysterious, vacant eyes.
I could feel the pain,
of 1,000 suffering souls.
His piercing fingers have killed
many people.
His breath was foul, and cold,
as he whispered in my ear.
"Evil is knowing better, but doing worse"
As he took another soul into his arms,
he looked back at me one more time.
And it was as if I could see that persons
life in one glance.
He faded away into the smoky night.
And I then knew, exactly what death was all about.

Darkness (re-edit)

Vacant hearts

In this glass house of ours,
everyone can see everything.
Our souls are vacant,
our minds can't run free.
We doubt our existence,
our blood is running thin.
But having each other,
might be the hope that we need.
To fill our desolate hearts...

Me:

To be continued.

Darkness falls all around me,
the only thing I hear is the steady
rhythm of my pacing heart.
My brain is flustered with thoughts of terror.
Headless horseman, skeletons, zombies.
As twilight approached me,   the streets
came alive with menacing shadows.
I shutter when a chilling breeze,
escalates up my spine.
I try to fill my brain with happier thoughts.
But I start to hear a slight tapping noise behind me.
I think nothing of it, til I feel what is making that noise,
directly behind me. Without another thought I begin to run.
Where to? I'm not sure.
I come near a colony of houses, I stumble near a bush, I try
to catch myself. But fall down onto the dewy grass.
In my horror I look up to discover...
(to be continued)

Cigarette lies

Please believe my lies,
for our darkness mustn't  last long.
Well now i'm bored
cigarette snapped in two on the ground.
Artic winds breeze by, by body is numb.
life is full of your regrets, when I should be one.

Letter

Dearest Emilia,
I am writing to you from a train, it is raining, and I am very angry.
The sun hasn't come out in about 45 minutes, and even then it was a
slight gleam. Barely recognizable by the human eye. But I was paying
attention, therefore I got to see the 1 second of beauty. In the long,
agonizing day.
I am on my way to Bristol, and I am not happy about it. My mother
has passed away from you know what, and I am being sent away
(against my will). To live with Aunt Margaret, she is nasty, and stubborn.
The last time I saw her, she made me wash my mouth out with soap,
for calling Henry a wanker.
There is an old man sitting next to me, and he hasn't stopped snoring,
since we ate dinner last night. I have tickled his mustache to make him
wake up, but it didn't work. I am tempted to put something in his mouth,
but I would be to blame if he choked and died. So, that's a no.
I am running out of ink, and this train is very bumpy, so I will write you
again when something interesting happens in this boring, old thing I call
a life.

Sincerely,
 
   Phoebe

Hopeless world

My Hope for the world is vivid.
Vague, hopeless, lost.
I fear that the past is no longer present.
Everything's changing so fast,
everyone is losing pieces of themselves.
I can't just sit here and watch people,
wandering around, helpless, and penniless.
No one is willing to help, or care.
Its a sad, sad place to be...

Ghostly dreams?

I feel like my brain can cross over to other dimensions.
Last night, I awoke more than once, to a weird sensation that I was being watched.
Of course I was half asleep, but I was awake enough to see a black figure by my bed side,
I fell back asleep. Through out the night it happened twice.
All I remember is that, 1. It wanted something, and 2. I told it to go away. 3. I was scared of it later on in the night.
This wouldn't be the first time, that I had talked to something not there.
Could they be ghost? talking to the UN-dead, seeing the future, reading palms, it runs in my family.
 Maybe I'm just exaggerating. who knows.
but maybe, just maybe, I've really seen a ghost.

Dark

Deep with in this darkened room,
I put up my walls.
I hide in my mind.
I hear the voices no one else can hear.

I toy with emotions, and travel in the depths of everything.
I'm not sure if I like it here or not.
But I have no choice,
I can't find the way out.

Where is the light I'm desperately searching for?
I run, and run, but I can't seem to find it.
I'm broken, and torn.
And I just want to go back to where I was.

But I guess, this is me now...

The start

  I started walking, where I went... I didn't really care. I passed boring house, after boring house. Endless skinny jogger, and poofy dog. I was going to explode soon, but I decided to put my ear buds in and listen to the latest muse song. "This ship is taking me far away, far away from my memories." (Muse, Starlight) I wish I could go far away from here, but that'll never happen.
 
 One thing you should understand about Olive, is that she is not a very happy teenager. Her mother is a Susie home maker, her name is Laura, and her father is a business man. He could really care less about Olive on a day to day basis, and her mother tries way to hard to be there for her daughter. She is an only child and has no real friends, with this in mind you might slowly start to understand the demons in Olives head.
 
I kept walking in the same direction for about 20 minutes, mostly staring at the ground. I got a weird urge to look up, and when I did, a huge chill went down my spine. There was a house, not quite like the rest in the neighborhood. This house was two stories, it was pretty big, It was old and decaying, the windows and door were boarded up, and some of the existing windows were broken. The front yard hadn't been mowed, or weeded in months. It also had a few Rose bushes, there weren't nice and kept, but they still produced roses. They were red, but they had been ate by little bugs, and some were dying. They had as much spirit as the house did.

Olive didn't really understand what made her stand there and look at the house. But the urge was surreal, and she didn't know what to do. Her eyes were set on the house, and her brain was wagering back and forth, on whether or not she should go inside the house.

  Just then an older man came out of his house, shouting at her. "You damn teenagers, why can't you just stay away from this house!" He kept screaming, and Olive decided to get out of there as fast as possible.

 She started running, back to the direction she came from. In her rush, she also tried to remember her surroundings, so that she could find this location again. She was very interested in this house and wanted to find away in. Without an old grouchy man, or the police being involved.

 Olive was home in about 10 minutes, she ran most of the way.
Her mother was home, as usual, she was cleaning the kitchen. Olive turned her Ipod on full blast, Pierce The Veil was blaring from her head phones. Her mother looked up from the mop bucket, and smiled, she started talking to olive. But olive avoided all eye contact, and went to the fridge, she grabbed a Monster drink, the nutella, and some chips.  She went straight to her room, and locked the door.

zombie brains.

My brain is a disaster area,
It can be melodramatic,
I give myself the creeps.
I see things that aren't there.
I hear voices that tell me things I shouldn't know.
I understand the pain in peoples hearts,
even though I've never felt it myself.
Some days I'm crawling up the walls,
others I never leave my room.
I'll end up alone,
due to my lack of desire for the human race.
It's alright with me.
I hope to become a zombie anyway.

Lithium

Today I found my friends,
their in my head.
I don't like to listen to them,
but they control my thoughts.
one is a black mass,
he likes to scare me
and produce depression in my brain.
The other is Red,
she likes to play games,
but she has a wicked laugh.
They say that I should kill someone,
they bother me about it a lot.
It feels as though its more to satisfy their need,
rather than mine.
But I'll go along with it.
or maybe I won't.
I guess you'll have to read the newspaper to find out...

Coma

I feel my insides condensing,
from the pain you left behind.
I feel I might explode from this
terrible sensation.
You killed me with your words,
you stabbed me with your actions,
If I don't soon die from this,
I hope to go to sleep..
and never
wake
up.

ugh

You could call me a dreamer,
a hopeless romantic,
shy, maybe even a tad bit crazy.

But i'm me.

And that's all I can be...

rough rough rough draft...?

     Victoria entered her room, startled at the mess. She hadn't realized just how many dirty shirts she owned. She couldn't remember the last time she cleaned her room.  She hopped onto her bed and turned on her laptop, she went to check her Facebook. She had taken the risk of adding one of the most popular boys at her school. She closed her eyes tightly as she pressed the enter button, when she opened them she saw that he had not added her back. She sighed slowly.

 

Scrambled thoughts

sea side dreams
flowers blossoming
grass swaying.
I ponder the things of this world
and make a map in my mind
one that I can later explore.
But every time I go on an adventure
my path is different.
I get frustrated and sometimes angry
but I usually forget the problems they cause
because they create happiness along the way too.

Stormy weather.

It's lightning outside,
but there is rain in my head,
My thought process is scrambled,
as I'm lying in my bed.
My worries are overwhelming me,
as the lightning strikes near my window.
A flash,
A gleam,
and then its gone.
A few seconds later,
the thunder leaves a blustering noise in my ears.
I shutter, but recuperate.
As does the earth.
The rain lets up,
and I realize the earth is done crying,
as should I.

Life passing by

I stare out the window,
I see the dying grass
that summer has fried.
I sip my coffee
and wonder
"Is my life just passing me bye?"
It worries me at most,
but I try to forget,
I read my book
and put myself in the
 characters life.
It helps with the worrying,
but not with the nonexistent life.

World Predicaments

Laying on the warm summer grass,
I stare up at the sky,
and think of the world,
how it is, how it was,
Has it always been this troublesome,
people lying, cheating, being cruel to one another.
Its hard to take in all the troubles of the world,
but there is a silver lining.
People who care, love, share, and help one another.
There may be problems, but there is always
someone waiting to help pick you up off the floor.
So,
keep your head up, love.
And keep your eyes wide open,
you'll discover the world you want,
and love will over power hate..
it just takes time
and faith.

You and I

Your skin
Slightly caressing mine,
Your toes playing with my feet,
Your smile playing with my mind.
Being here with you,
Is better than any birthday present
I could ever receive.
Just kiss me one more time,
So that this moment can last forever.

Pain.

Have you ever been in so much pain
that you want to just break down
and cry?
You know it won't help,
but you have no other choice,
you feel your first tear drop,
than another, and another.
You want to sob, and scream.
But you can't.
You try to think back to a time
when you weren't in this pain,
but it seems impossible.
So you sleep,
hoping that your dreams
will help you escape this
miserable pain.
And it does...
but then you wake up.

An old woman's tale.

I ponder my existence,
as I lay in bed one starry night.
I think of all the many things I could have been,
that I wanted to be.
And I wonder if I let my talent go to waste,
I am no longer young,
I am old, and grey.
I let my heart escape my soul,
One dark and gloomy day.
I've seen my friends come, and go,
I've had children, and seen their children grow.
I no longer expect my heart to beat,
but it continues to fight on.
I am weak, but I grow fonder and fonder
of the life that I once had.
Until I see a star, fly into my room.
And take me on a trip,
I see my life from the start,
to what I assume,
is now the
end.

Corrupt Darkness

I feel the darkness overwhelming me,
It's corrupting me internally.
I try to run,
But it surrounds me,
with eerie silence.
It tries to imprison me,
But I am to strong.
I break down my barriers,
and let the lightness in.

The darkness no longer
shadows my day dreams.

Book?

      Maggie walked alone, down a brick path. It was cold, and raining, she had forgotten her coat. Even though her mother reminded her at least 3 times to take it with her. She could see the empty town out in front of her, and the mountains to the side of her. It would take her another 10 minutes to get home, and she was already shivering, and about to sneeze. She saw a small house out in the distance, just across the bridge. She decided she would go to it, and beg to stay for a bit until the rain let up. She walked at a fast pace, she crossed the bridge, and made it to the house in 2 minutes flat.
     She slowly approached the house, and gently knocked on the door. She could here a rustling, and then the door flew open. "Who are you, what do you want." Said a slightly grouchy older woman. "I'm sorry to bother you mam, I mean no harm." She said. "I was walking home from school, and it started to rain. I forgot my coat, and was hoping I could stay here for a minute til the rain lets up." She pleaded. The old woman looked at her sternly. "I don't want any trouble, so get inside and lets get you dry." She said. Maggie entered the house and looked around. It was slightly dusty, and the top shelves, and cupboards looked even worse. Like the old lady hadn't been able to reach up there in ages. Maggie looked down to eye level, she saw a cat approach her, and bent down to pet it. It seemed nice, until it hissed at her and nibbled her hand. "Ouch!" Maggie shrieked.
 
     The old lady walked in with hot tea, and a blanket. She handed the blanked to Maggie, and started to pour the tea, "I have a granddaughter your age, you know." She said. "Hmm, that's interesting." Maggie said, she had no interest in people her own age. The older lady went on about her granddaughter, and about five minutes later Maggie knew everything about this girl. Her name was Anne, she was 15, and she hated cucumbers. The older lady finally stopped, and said "Oh how rude of me, I haven't told you my name." She spoke softly. "I'm Marilyn, and you are?" She asked. "Oh, I'm Maggie, Nice to meet you Marilyn." She replied. A few minutes passed in silence.

  "Well it sounds like the rain is letting up, thank you Marilyn for letting me stay for a bit." Maggie said. "Oh sure, here let me grab you an umbrella." Marilyn said, retrieving  a bright blue and green polka dot umbrella, then handing it to Maggie. "Oh, and by the way Maggie, I would really enjoy your company again." the older woman said. "Maybe you could meet my granddaughter sometime also." She said with a smirk.

(To be Continued, eventually)

Happy and Mysterious

Happy and mysterious,
They go on, to the world of the unknown.
Their smiles are captivating,
and their thoughts are a secret.
Their eyes tell a story,
of the non forgotten past.
They venture on, not knowing whats next.
But they have each other,
And thats all anyone could ever need.

Story starter 1.

       Emilia walked into the house with a vague look on her face. She had, had a very long day,
and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with her family. She found them quite annoying, but then again she was an angsty teenager. "Ugh!" She said as her body flew onto her bed. She looked up at the ceiling and thought of the many other places she could be in the short moment.  "I could be in Africa, riding an elephant." She said with a smirk. But she knew in her heart that she would never get a chance to do anything that extraordinary. Right then her little brother walked in. "Emilia, can I borrow your soccer ball?" He asked,with a pleading look on his face. "No!" Emilia said with a crease in her brow. "But Emilia!" He pleaded. "I said no Michael, now go away you pest." She said pushing him towards the door.

Zombie by moonlight

Zombie by moonlight.

Death, decay, corpses, and bones.

Now you’re in the mood,

 To take a trip to the grave yard.

It’s a stormy night, but the big, lushes,

White moon is out.

You try to escape from the noises in your presence.

But they get louder, and louder,

You turn around to find a zombie,

You are startled,

But you great him with a pleasant handshake.

“Hello sir, pleased to meet you.”

But you soon discover he wants to eat you,

He nibbles at your hand.

So you flee the premises,

And have nightmares for the rest of your existence.

Don't Worry Child

Don’t worry child.

You watch as the sun starts to fade,

 To the other half of the earth.

The reds and oranges captivate your attention.

You enter a graveyard,

 With the hopes of something exciting.

A ghost, maybe a zombie,

You’d be happy with just a bone.

You walk around to discover something new,

And you suddenly trip on something.

You look down, hoping for it to be a zombie,

Grabbing your foot, or a bone sticking out of the ground.

But sadly, it’s just a tree root,

You go home disappointed,

But don’t worry, a zombie followed you home.

Take A Walk

Take a walk

You get exhausted from the boredom,

You decide to go out, and take a walk.

At first your mind fools you, and you see nothing.

Then you close your eyes and re-open them,

It’s like a new world, in front of your eyes.

Stars falling from the skies, aliens walking down the street,

Your little brother is flying.

Your teacher is now a green blob.

But then the sky turns black, and night approaches,

You fear the night time creatures,

So you run home, and hide, until you’re 31.

So much for imagination…

Broken Plate

Broken Plate.

You’re sitting upon a shelf, collecting dust.

Lonely and forgotten,

You’re a Christmas plate,

They normally give Santa cookies from upon you.

You, on your shelf, start to ponder.

You rock back, and forth,

Hoping to open the cabinet a slight bit.

Maybe they’ll see the cabinet open slightly,

And open it, remembering that I am here.

But sadly, in your excitement,

Your rock too much…

And now you are bits and pieces upon the floor.

The Corner

The Corner

 

The hallway was silent,

I approached a corner,

Scared out of my wits,

That there might me a monster

Behind it.

I try the peak, and jump method.

I slowly peak around this corner,

One eye, one nose, other eye, both ears.

Then I….JUMP,

Hmm, I bet you expected something to be there.

But sadly, it was just old, crabby, Grandma Addy.

She was not happy,

As she dragged me to my mother by the ear…

Infinite Sunshine

Infinite sunshine

 

The sun bows,

As pain vibrates, throughout my body.

I am weak, but the sun is powerful,

 It gives me strength,

But at last, it is fading

 Through the other side of the universe.

I feel my body cling onto the last drop of strength

Throughout my bones.

I close my eyes in desperation.

And before I know it, the pain has evaporated,

And the sunlight shines throughout my soul.

I feel the suns smile surround my existence.

And I feel Infinite…

Flightless sorrow

Have I found you Saint of my past?
I sense the demon of my present,
And I fear the ghost of my future.

My thoughts are wicked,
And gestures cruel.
Get out of here, and leave me alone.

I'd rather feel this pain,
then nothing at all.
But its worse than the fires of your hell.

The darkness of this corner,
leaves me torn and broken.
I collapse in a puddle of regrets, and sorrow.

Have I lost you?
Lover of my past,
Angel of my present,
Entity of my future?

Under control

Under control

I’ve kept my heart under control,

But one look from those deep blue eyes

Has me melting in my shoes.

I don’t suppose you know me,

But I know you.

You’re a dream of mine,

And one of these days

I’ll get the courage

To make you mine.

Tired faces, and painful smiles

Tired faces and painful smiles,

Saggy eyelids and gloomy yawns.

You don’t know how lovely you are to me.

You’re my sunshine on a hard day.

My cup of coffee on a Monday morning,

We’ve been running in circles,

But I see a change in path,

A dirt road in the distance.

Come with me,

Let’s just go for it.

We can come back as we are,

Or even better than that.

Nobody said it was easy,

But it can’t be that hard.

Just come with me.

Painful Goodbyes

Painful Goodbyes.

You can leave now,

But we stand here like broken statues.

Unknowing what happens next,

But not really caring.

We’re not quite sure how

Love should be.

But we tried,

And we suffered through

The heart ache.

You’ve got it all figured out,

But I’m left behind,

Clueless and regretful.

I start to cry,

But you have no idea

How to comfort me,

So you walk away,

And leave me behind to sigh,

And soon die.

Hearts and Promises

Hearts and Promises.

Stolen Hearts, and broken promises.

My heart lies on the ground,

In a puddle of repugnance.

You’ve left me here for good,

No turning back.

I close my eyes for a while,

And remember the patient smile

Upon your face.

Your eyes full of regret, and sorrow,

But your actions full of aching affliction.

I’ve finally realized what you need,

But you are to long gone to care.

Dear J.L

 

Dear John Lennon,

Hello, I want you to know that I love your music; your work with the Beatles was incredible. I saw a movie on your life story, it was so inspiring. The troubles that you went through and how you still ended up famous, and happy. You’re beautiful wife, your many friends and fans. I do have a few questions, if you don’t mind.

Even though you and your mother had issues, you still loved her, right? Who was your best friend, before you got into a band? What is your favorite color? If you were to have a child what would you name it?

Did you ever have a rough patch with The Beatles? Any major fights, whilst on the road or during a show? What were your relationships like, with the boys?

I love your last name very much so, that I’m thinking of naming my son Lennon. That is if I have a son, and my husband approves.

Thank-you for all the fantastic music you have created. Myself, and billions of people love The Beatles, and your music will be famous forever…

 

Sincerely,

Lauren W.

Rain and tea

Rain and Tea

Rain glimmering outside my window,

I stare up at the vast open sky.

Birds are hiding in their nests,

And I am safe, and warm inside.

 

Puddles are surrounding the once dry ground.

I sip at my tea,

Thinking of you, and me

I ponder the thought of us together,

I burn my tongue.

 

The aching feeling I feel in my heart,

Matches the burn on my once,

Moist tongue.

 

Hatred

You suffocate me,
you drowned me in your hate,
I feel squished in your words,
my emotions run and hide.
I can't handle the pain,
so I lie down and cry.

Run away

RUNAWAY

Run, Run, Run away.

I was feeling sad,

No color in my skies,

I can’t help looking back

At my feared past.

The darkness corrupts my thought process.

I’m all alone, on my own.

I’ve forgotten how to love,

I’ve forgotten how to be happy.

Run away,

You should fear me,

I’m scary and overwhelming.

I’ll eat your sorrow,

And choke on your cheerfulness.

Some call me a curse,

Some call me an entity.

I’m just lonely, and forgotten.

I’ve tasted the devils tears,

I drank from his soul.

But I don’t want to be forgotten,

I just want someone

To love me.

Corrupted lungs

Corrupted Lungs

I travel to your house

In the middle of the night

Ready to forgive you,

Your faults have ruined my life,

But I can’t live without you.

You are the happiness I search for.

You radiate my life.

I seek your warmth on a cold winter day.

I avoid your angry words when we fight.

But if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky one

Because I’ll still be heaving through corrupted lungs.

We can be reckless, we can be wild.

We can be anything,

As long as we are together.

My Love

My Love

You sway like a flower,

In a field of dreams.

Your smile could cure

The earth’s problems.

I drowned in your laughter,

I feel warmth from your heart,

It radiates my Universe.

Your imagination takes me to wonderland.

Your heart beat is my melody,

Your thoughts are my story book.

I gleam in your love,

It burst all the old sorrow in my heart.

You are the missing piece

That I discovered,

To mend my broken heart.

Shelter in you

Shelter in you

I find shelter,

In your words

Your heart is my home,

Your breath is my inspiration,

Your arms hold me

And never let me go.

Just tell me that

You’ll stay here

Beside me.

Until the day

You go on

And die.

My Universe

My Universe

If you love me,

I’ll make a star for you

In my universe.

But if you leave me,

My universe will shatter,

Like a fallen plate,

Glass upon the floor.

I just want to feel the sunrise

With you.

I’m hoping you’ll be the galaxy

I need in my universe.

Heart for sale

Heart For sale

My heart is for sale,

It is broken, but mended.

It has stitches from previous lovers,

And its mind is in the past.

But it still works,

It keeps on beating will all its might.

It might heal itself one day,

But until then,

You may have it as is.

Sunset, Sunrise

Sunset, Sunrise

The sun sets one evening,

But you are not here to watch it with me…

Its colors, Reds and pinks

With a few oranges, and purples.

I sit upon the ground

Looking up with admiration.

It takes my unsteady breath away,

I lay lifeless on the floor,

Thoughts and feelings vacant.

You make me want to feel

Things I’ve never felt before,

But you have left me,

Without a care in the world…