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Cheeks stiff with the trails of dried tears Eyes blurry from lack of sleep Body exhausted from constant stress Stomach queasy from the deep, choking sobs Nose stuffed, sinuses pounding Heart twisting, ripping, smashed Knives, barely sheathed in words, plunging into my core Is it the painful actions The brutality of the comments The poisonous deceit That fill me with uncontrollable agony? Or is it the phrase unspoken The  words I long to hear Implying acceptance Thoughtfulness Caring Love? Maybe all. Maybe none. But truth be told... (For told it must be)... The day I existed Is meaningless to anyone but myself. For I Am

There's a happyness in snow And a kind of sorrow too You want to jump around and yell Let fingers freeze and snow Trickle down your spine But the cracking your feet make Only sound for miles, it seems Makes you want to just sit down forever, let snowflakes accumulate end up a strange snowman

And whispers then there came 7 sins later, Where martyed lead cinders had brushed away in dusk Brought forth to me in tears drawn back A man with feathered wings dyed black, His ecohed cry had left me to believe in such a lie Where eternity had sprung forth from me a second to spare, A relief to this wretched nightmare. Across the furious trees of ash Had came to him a scouring clash Of memories of how he too had fell From kingdoms high, Left in this cave to loathe and die He clawled to crawl And to my ear did he spy Whispering names to whom he implied, But then out of scarce delay did he peck a protray With his wicked ingno

Is it important that unimportant things are said? The words we don\'t mean make a sound worse than silence Imply a man who lives by less than bread alone Signify violence Shatter the peace When the living ape the dead What heart not made from stone Can keep from breaking? Wrapped up in empty speech What tongue, what ear But cries out for release? I know the poignant sense of absence The mourning of dead space That follows in the wake of wasted words I have ached with it Coiled my mind round it tight Tried to expel it, before it starved me from inside But I have known, too, gravity That force aroused by weight That gives us

Mortals I understand the emptiness of love lost, Although I have myself not known the cost, I understand it\'s like you\'ve lost an arm, To live away from loves\' sweet charm. Whether \'twas to the Shadowlovers\' fee, Or simply because they wanted to be free. I willingly comfort those who suffer; Those who have lost their lover, But not for them, my pity’s reserved, For others it is better deserved. For those to whom love is unknown, For those who have always felt alone. For those who have spent the long night hours Trembling as the lonely winters leaf cowers. Those in abject fear of five little words Flitting round thei

I remember when I first saw that person that walks to school alone. Like she never meet a single person in here life. I  never thought about it really but, I wonder what she's like? It was a fairly cool autumn morning when I awoke in my bed. The usual routine of getting a shower, dressed and out the door was soon to come. I don't  eat breakfast, I am not a morning person. Nobody is ever home in the morning its usually just me and the dogs. I leave at around 25 after to get to school in plenty of time. I run across, or rather see this girl about a block away from my house, the school being only 5 blocks in the same direction. Her hair is sho

EXPOSED The dirty pig lay in its own filth Dead Decaying on a silver table Its entrails Are exposed And I am standing With the knife in hand We are C O V E R E D In grime The room is Sweating The pig is Crying And I don't Know What To Do I shove the pig To the floor And turn the knife On the people Who don't see the pig Don't see my mess And don't See Me

12 O' Clock The sun filtered in through the window But all you saw was the note on the table. I'm sorry that I have to leave you. All the angels opened their arms Unfolded their wings All the devils averted their eyes Held their tongues That day the clock didn't chime. You followed my footprints in the dust The air still settling from when I'd passed But you knew before you saw It was too late to say "Good bye." The thumping on the other side Of the closet door, shut tight You knew what it was before you Opened it slowly and saw my feet Dangling limply beneath the rafters. Maybe you'll regret never Opening the note I'd w

Unsleepable When the 2 a.m. lights just won't burn out and your mind ticks with the clock. Layin' there hoping time will turn out and make these daydreams stop. In actions untaken you'll find you resolution. 'cause its just unsleepable. And dreams unfaded will haze with the sunrise. 'cause its all so unsleepable. Chasing bedlamp shadows across the sheets leaves paths for the mind to wander. But in those pasts you'll find no peace. As that lies under the covers. And if in dreams long missed you find some resolve. Then advise my feet in what path to take. 'cause I'll find it far too unsleepable.