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forestsI remember forests as I remember dreams
bit familiar, yet still hard to get
like a word on the tip of your tongue
but never past your lips
but I remember the paper planes
drowning in the oceans
that belonged to the trains
and the forests are like that too
but still visible in a child's play
ocean wavesI am the ocean
you are the mountain
and I will erode
and change you
and over again
but you will always
stand over me
outlinesthis concrete flesh
has never burned red
but has been stabbed
all too many times
so there's no one
who can draw
in times of ignoranceI am spring
and you are summer
but together we become
before the winter
"I don't know" I say
"I don't know"
and I really don't
and you don't even try
(and maybe that's what hurts the most)
"I don't know"
and I don't really want to know
I can't sleep
reading books that rhyme
with my life
without an ending
I was only going to buy one book,
but I returned with five
and tomorrow I'll return
with five more
I know this rhyme
I am a sketch, please
finish me, complete me
we were hereWake up,
we have to get older
'cause time will still pass
and I keep you close to my heart,
but I won't let you in
trainsthere are many hundred miles
before you will rest again
you will see the northern lights
before the pyramids
and the great wall
the words will be separated
by hundreds of miles
and none of you will hear them
between the two different beats
of your drums and the train
but it's the distance
that makes the beats
even if you are in two different trains
drunkI drink a lot,
so I can be honest with you
I don't like pineapples
I have to kiss you
with these chapped lips
I won't call tomorrow, sorry
(but please do call me)
but I'll giggle in your ear right now
(sorry about that too)
before I fall asleep and forget about trust
be honest with me as well
GhostI fell in love with a ghost,
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.
I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.
The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was always amazed;
The sun would be shining through,
Casting golden rays of hope upon her,
A woman of such beauty that only dreams are made of,
She would always look up and smile at me,
A happy smile,
A loving smile,
She would stand from her seat,
And in a second, be at my side,
Holding my hand, stroking my face,
She would say such wonderful things to me,
Things that carr
The Death of DreamsKneeling before the alter of pain
She bows her head yet once again
Reaching out hands that tremble so
There is no choice but to let it go
No tears fall from her dark blue eyes
No sound is heard for she swallows her cries
Clenching her fists until her palms do bleed
The cold alter from these red raindrops feed
Unloved is all she has ever known
This alter of pain is her only home
Palms now held up to the uncaring sky
She releases her dreams and lets them fly
Empty and cold she turns and walks away
Her dreams have always been doomed anyway
About HateWhen hate is a fire, then it's burning cold.
All consuming, raging uncontrolled.
Hot tears are burning in eyes and on skin,
Unable to calm the storm within.
The consumptive flame turns from red to white.
Burns down borders between wrong and right,
Disoriented reason leads astray.
Lined with ash and debris is the way.
Beneath the heat of raging fire is ice,
For firstly the cold did heat entice.
When freezing the heart in its icy grip.
The shell won't melt, won't break or rip.
untitledI met someone.
and i fell
above, with an angels tread
the light, but he was too bright
His tears and I gathered them,
precious, trembling droplets of dew
I waited, as I always have
in the shadows,
I but me )
fell lifting )
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too many of them....
I ignored it for a long time.
Now it's too much for me.
despite my bloody, torn body.
I run from them all.
Without even taking a step.
I see her standing on the balcony,
watching the stars way up high,
waiting for her lover to call her name,
her head higher than the sky,
She's sending letters to Romeo every night,
by letting him know that she's alright,
a piece of heaven that she can't escape from,
but it's the only way to keep the pain numb,
Juliet, Juliet, have you made your mind up yet?
Juliet, Juliet, let's keep it a secret,
Love lasts forever, and that's a long time,
trapped forever, but it's worth the crime,
The night continues, and still no sight,
he promised that he would be here,
she's weeping away against the ledge,
thoughts hit the ground with every single tear,
As the moon reflects against the sea,
she's wondering if it's meant to be,
he better come soon if he ever stands a chance,
or else someone will come and steal the last dance,
I know it hurts, I've felt the same,
it means it works, negates the blame,
whatever next, the heart won't break,
there's no regret, ma
Heartless Hospitality~You have your games
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time
Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said
I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart
I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"
What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion when you double bolted the doors
So, when you look back at the pages of this life
And see all the empty photographs
You'll think of me back then
And cry for the memories we never got to have~
existencetoday she's sick,
her trousers by her
feet, her favourite shirt
on the floor, and
no tea can recover her
today she wants
another name she can
go by, and maybe
another mirror to look at
and maybe a cup of coffee
to wake up
but the alarm rings
and she turns it off,
continues to sleep
with eyes wide open
So she let's her tea go cold
and wears only her pyjamas
today she just is
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